Doomsday Hoarding Gourmet

Seeing Zheng Jiamei's stubborn mouth, Li Changxuan squeezed her face again.

"Do you think that group of rubbish at the base can save you? They are still surrounding that fake Yan Yan like an idiot. Be good and I will save your life and give your grandpa a good time." Li Changxuan squeezed Zheng Jiamei's chin hard. , stroking her lips with a thumb.

"Hey, don't touch me with your dirty hands!" Zheng Jiamei turned her face away to prevent him from touching me.

Li Changxuan slapped Zheng Jiamei angrily.

"You were engaged to Li Quan, and now you are hanging out with a yellow-haired boy. I don't think you are a broken shoe now. How can you pretend to be noble?" Li Changxuan said angrily.

"Even if I die, I won't touch you, you bully! Murderer!" Zheng Jiamei yelled, rubbing her red and swollen cheeks.

"Murderer? Hehe, do you still remember what happened back then? I haven't touched a single hair of her. What does it have to do with me if she can't think about it?" Li Changxuan laughed.

"You're going to hell!" Zheng Jiamei screamed.

When Zheng Jiamei was in junior high school and high school, she also went to the same private noble school with Li Changxuan and a group of aristocratic children.

And Zheng Jiamei has a best friend in the class named Fang Lusi, she was at the same table with her for three years in junior high school, and continued to be together in high school as she wished.

Although her family background can only be considered as tens of millions, and she can only be considered as upper middle and lower class in this aristocratic school, she is very good in art and often wins awards on behalf of the school.

And her nightmare, unexpectedly, was caused by her talent
Li Changjuan and Zheng Jiamei were also considered childhood sweethearts, but Li Changjuan often came to tease Zheng Jiamei, making her furious.

"Jiamei, you said Mr. Li came here every day to get mad at you, is it possible that he wanted to get your attention?" Fang Lusi asked.

"He's sick, and it's almost enough to make me hate it. I! Really! Super! Hate! Hate him!" Zheng Jiamei said angrily.

Maybe adolescents don't know how to express their emotions, so they usually have to rely on small movements to attract the other party's attention.

Pulling braids, snapping shoulder straps, taking off short skirts, laughing at pimples on the skin, and even making fun of the sanitary napkins in the school bag.

It may be a trivial matter for boys, but for girls who are sensitive during puberty, it is all fatal.

"Actually Mr. Zheng is not as bad as you imagined," Fang Lusi said.

Once when class was over, Fang Lusi saw Li Changjuan get off the Rolls-Royce at home on the road and rescued the injured little wild cat on the road. She felt that he was not a very bad person.

"Forget it, he's a born bad guy!" Zheng Jiamei said angrily.

Fang Lusi has always had a good impression of Li Changjuan, but she knows that the two are very different, so she dare not have any unreasonable thoughts.

Moreover, there were also rumors that Zheng Jiamei would marry someone from the Li family in the future, and Li Changjuan was the most vocal among them.

So Fang Lusi doesn't want her friend to be embarrassed in the future, and has always kept this love in her heart.

When Fang Lusi was painting for a competition, she drew a work - "Wish of the Sunset", which was also her last work.

The work expresses the male muscle lines in an artistic way, and the muscular back of the man just climbed to the cliff to watch the sunset.

It was originally just an art painting, but Fang Lu thought that this was the last year of high school, so she secretly left a little thought in the painting, and painted the same birthmark on the lower back of the man in the painting as Li Changxuan.

Originally, she thought it was just a faint seal, and the focus of the whole painting was on the sunset, so Fang Lusi didn't think too much about it.

Unexpectedly, when the painting won the award, it was the arrival of the abyss.

"What impresses me the most about this painting is the small birthmark on the man's back. There is a little flaw under the most perfect muscle line, which complements it with a sense of fragmentation. No one is complete," the judges commented on the champion's performance on stage. When painting, Fang Lusi's little thoughts were uncovered.

The video of this awards ceremony was uploaded to the school website by the school, and soon caused a stir.

Because Li Changxuan often plays shirtless when playing basketball, many people have seen this birthmark.

Knowing that her intentions had been exposed, Fang Lusi immediately wanted to go to the art teacher to ask her to take the paintings and videos off the shelves, but she didn't expect to see Li Changjuan and a group of his buddies outside the art room.

"Hey, Brother Yu, isn't this the girl who admires your figure?" A boy sneered after seeing Fang Lusi.

"Come here, little girl, Brother Wan, your back muscles are so charming!" Another follower whistled.

Originally, Li Changxuan was upset because he couldn't catch up with Zheng Jiamei. If Zheng Jiamei's friend Fang Lusi had feelings for him, Zheng Jiamei's character would definitely not consider him again.

Li Changxuan clenched his fists when he thought of this, on the verge of an emotional explosion.

"I'm sorry, this isn't it." Fang Lusi was about to explain that she was not drawing Li Changxuan, but was interrupted by a clear voice.

I saw "Wish for the Setting Sun" hanging outside the door of the art room was thrown to the ground by Li Changxuan, and the glass representing the painting was scattered all over the floor.

"It's disgusting." Li Changxuan stepped on the drawing paper and rubbed it a few times, then turned and left.

"Brother Yun!"

Seeing this, his brothers followed him and left, but Fang Lusi didn't expect that what Li Changjuan trampled was not only a painting and her crush, but also her peaceful high school life.

Under the influence of Li Changxuan, the matter of the painting was quickly suppressed, and no one dared to mention it again.

But from that day on, Fang Lusi began to be bullied outside the dark, the paintings that were inexplicably blown to the pool by the wind, the paint that leaked from a schoolbag, and the brushes that were stained with glue.

Perhaps because Zheng Jiamei is often by her side, the bullying is not too obvious, but Fang Lusi, who is careful and thoughtful, often feels someone pointing at her behind her back.

The words of peacock girl, greedy for vanity, and pheasant wanting to become a phoenix seem to have been labeled on her.

In the beginning, it was only aimed at objects related to her paintings, but gradually it happened more and more frequently, and even Zheng Jiamei noticed some clues.

"Sisi, has something happened to you recently?" Zheng Jiamei asked worriedly when she saw that Fang Lusi's books were covered in paint.

"It's okay, I was careless, I didn't close the paint tightly when I was painting, and it leaked in my schoolbag," Fang Lusi said with a forced smile.

"You can't lie to me, are you really okay?" Zheng Jiamei asked again.

"It's really fine, it's just that the test is too stressful recently, don't worry!" Fang Lusi said to Zheng Jiamei affirmatively.

It's not that Fang Lusi didn't think about telling Zheng Jiamei about the matter.

But when I think about the possibility that Zheng Jiamei and Li Changxuan will form a husband and wife in the future, and they are originally childhood sweethearts.

Fang Lusi didn't want to affect Zheng Jiamei's perception of Li Changxuan because of herself.

"Then you use my book, I don't have to take the college entrance examination anyway!" Zheng Jiamei swapped the book on her desk with that of Fang Lusi.

At first, Fang Lu refused, but Zheng Jiamei said that there are still old books of her brother at home, so she can just change them tomorrow.

Fang Lu thought that she had to go to a special custom-made store for the books of the noble schools, and it would be very troublesome to buy new ones, so she no longer declined, and also deeply remembered Zheng Jiamei's kindness to her.