surrender to her

Chapter 35 The Roof
Song Xinyuan didn't expect the Shura field of these three people to come so quickly, and let her witness it with her own eyes, but she was just joking and thinking about it casually.

He Jinming fell hard when he was knocked down, and he lay on the ground and cried out in pain.

Within a few seconds, a girl in the crowd ran up and shouted anxiously, "Brother Jinming!"

The surrounding voices were noisy and chaotic, Meng Cheng and He Liangchi's gazes silently met in the air.

She watched the little bit of light in his eyes that was finally propped up and frailly extinguished, and watched him tremble a little, as if he was trapped in the cold and dark deep sea, sinking continuously, getting closer and closer to her. Far.

It shouldn't be like this.

Meng Cheng's heart was clenched, and he stood still for a long while before hesitatingly took a small step towards him, but he followed his steps and retreated unsteadily.

She dared not go any further.

He Liangchi looked into her bright eyes.

Suddenly found that the starry sky is still so far away from him.

He Liangchi lowered his eyelids, and a rusty taste spread from his mouth. He curled up his fingers and wiped off a little blood stain on the corner of his mouth, then bent down to pick up the schoolbag on the ground, turned around and pushed aside the wall, and walked far away. go.

Disappeared alone in the falling night.

With the strength of He Jinming's body, no matter how heavy those two punches were, they were still considered light among the beatings He Liangchi had received, but those two punches were heavy enough to wake him up, who is he.

Meng Cheng didn't follow, she didn't know what to say, she didn't know what to do.

She tried hard to walk into his closed world, and finally he slowed down his backing speed, and now he suddenly returned to the sensitive and fragile appearance like a hedgehog at the beginning, locking himself into the shell.

Song Xinyuan sighed, walked to her side, and patted her on the shoulder comfortingly.

The crowd of onlookers didn't stop, causing the restaurant entrance to be congested. The proprietress yelled loudly: "It's all gone! What's so interesting is..."

Ye Jiafu helped He Jinming up, with a sullen expression on her face, she asked Meng Cheng, "Are you crazy? Why did you do something to Brother Jinming?"

"Because he first moved his hands on the person I like."

Meng Cheng turned around, his slender and beautiful fox eyes were cold at the moment, and the edge of his eyes swept over the two of them one by one, "Is that enough reason?"

He Jinming put his hand on the twisted shoulder, and his arrogance retreated halfway in front of her. Hearing this, his expression froze, his eyes were astonished, and then his face flushed red. He didn't know whether it was anger or sadness, and he frowned and said nothing. .

"It's your letter." Meng Cheng stared at Ye Jiafu with a stern look between his eyebrows.

This affirmative tone makes people feel that they will settle accounts with her in the next second, Ye Jiafu shrinks behind He Jinming, as if she has lost the momentum just now, "I never thought it would be like this...Brother Jinming is always Because that person is in a bad mood, I just want to make Jinming brother happy."

Song Xinyuan understood: "I didn't say it, why the hell are you so forced? You did all the bad things, and you said all the good things, right?"

She also has a violent temper, she said nothing, and raised her fist as big as a bean paste bag and took a step forward.

He Jinming sullenly turned to the side, completely blocking Ye Jiafu, "Don't make things difficult for Jiafu, I asked her to help me pay attention to you, why are you coming at me."

Meng Cheng laughed angrily, "You two are quite a match, don't delay and hurry up to get together, and don't bother me with your mother in the future."

Song Xinyuan chimed in: "Respect and blessings are locked up."

He Jinming: "..."

Meng Cheng was too lazy to talk to them any more, turned around, walked a few steps away and stopped when he remembered something, and turned around to ask a question.

"Do you still remember what it feels like to slap?"

Ye Jiafu's face turned pale.

The wind lifted her long hair, and Meng Cheng bent his lips into a smile, "Don't worry about it, I don't have time to take care of you."

The feud between Meng Cheng and Ye Jiafu is not complicated.

The He and Ye families are family friends. Although the current Ye family can no longer be compared with the He family, the two families still maintain a close relationship. Ye Jiafu is He Jinming's little green plum, and follows her Jinming brother's ass every day. .

However, He Jinming later ignored Ye Jiafu because of his pursuit of Meng Cheng's estrangement. Although Meng Cheng didn't want this pursuit of begging for nothing, he could understand Ye Jiafu's psychological gap a little bit, so he did something to her secretly. Small movements are basically opening and closing eyes.

But he wasn't generous enough to pretend that nothing happened and invite her to the birthday party.

Meng Cheng's previous birthdays were grand birthday parties organized by Lao Meng. Apart from the friends she invited, there were countless uninvited people who wanted to take the opportunity to get acquainted with each other.

The Ye family was one of them, so Ye Jiafu still came that time.

Meng Cheng felt that she was also really clueless. Her parents tried their best to buy her favorite birthday presents to curry favor with her, just to get the care of the Meng family like the He family, and to have a smoother business life in the future. Cut off the road abruptly.

Ye Jiafu sneaked into her lounge that day and cut up the little dress she was going to wear that afternoon. The dress was designed and customized by the top designer in the fashion industry in Paris, and it took five months.

Every year, Meng Cheng has a unique custom-made dress from different well-known designers in the world.

She just leaned against the door without saying a word, watching the skirt being cut into shreds, and after Ye Jiafu turned around and was frightened by her, she smiled lightly and said: "You are finished, don't talk about this skirt Invaluable, in terms of money, the minimum is 1000 million."

Even if she didn't happen to run into her, there would still be monitoring. Meng Cheng still couldn't figure out how she dared it. Ye Jiafu cried and apologized, and almost knelt down for her, but she smiled generously.

Then when he was cutting the cake, he slapped her in front of everyone.

The reason is simple: "She annoys me."

Except for the two of them present, no one else knew that the dress was discarded in Ye Jiafu's hands.

Meng Cheng didn't say anything either.

She just wanted Ye Jiafu to know that even if everyone thought she was arrogant and domineering, with a hot personality and unreasonable, she would never be the one who bowed her head and apologized.

Ye Jiafu was slapped, and her parents still had to smile. What's more, someone came to ask Meng Cheng if his hands hurt.

Later, because Lao Meng's social status was too influential, her birthday party was always full of a strong social elite style, so Meng Cheng was not willing to let it go.

……

Song Xinyuan ran after Meng Cheng, "Aren't you happy?"

Meng Cheng was absent-minded, and the word "sorrow" was sandwiched between his frowning brows.

Obviously out of reach, Song Xinyuan insisted on tiptoeing over her shoulder, "Come on, sisters, let's have a few drinks with you."

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In the dark and narrow alleys, the moonlight cannot shine in, and the effect of the street lights is also weak, and there are a few sections where you can't see your fingers.

The lights were still on in the yard, and He Liangchi didn't enter the house through a wall. He didn't want Xu Huilan to see the wound on his face, and then questioned him again.

very tired.Very annoying.

He stood against the wall for a long time, for hours.

As the night deepened, Xu Huilan should have fallen asleep, but He Liangchi still didn't move.

Several cigarette butts had already fallen on the ground. In the darkness, there was a sound of the gears of the lighter rubbing against each other, and the flames sprang up. The orange-red flames reflected the young man's depressed and gloomy eyes. He lit another cigarette.

After taking two puffs proficiently, the smoke was coiled, and his deep and straight face was hazy.

Feeling the tight Band-Aid on his fingertips, He Liangchi raised his left hand and looked at it for a few minutes, scarlet and shrunk, and long strips of soot fell on the tiger's mouth, but he didn't feel it was hot.

Why can't I feel it.

Tear off the band-aid, and the flickering cigarette butt will poke the wound that will heal a little.

"He Liangchi."

The clear and crisp voice suddenly sounded softly over the empty alley, with a short echo.

He Liangchi was stunned for a moment, then raised his head mechanically, looking towards the source of the sound.

It was an old abandoned tile-roofed house in this area. The girl was lying on the head of the house, under the bright moonlight, her skin was as shiny as water.

He thought it was hallucination.

But then, she threw down a stone with some emotion, and it rolled down to his feet.

Meng Cheng's voice was mixed with a little ambiguous drunkenness, and he called him again.

"He Liangchi."

"What are you going to do?"

　In society, I am Cheng Jie, and I look at men from the roof.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)