Quickly wear redemption, I am a professional!

Song Wenjing's hand didn't use too much force, but it made people unable to break free.

Yan Ran's fingers were slowly retracting, and the skirt of his clothes was pulled tight, feeling like he was suffocating.

At the moment when these two people confronted each other, Yan Ran moved his nose and moved closer, "Are you smoking?"

It is still a very low-quality and cheap cigarette smell, which is very uncomfortable for Yan Ran.

Song Wenjing didn't speak.

Yan Ran sneered, "It turns out that good students would hide in the toilet and smoke. Fighting is not allowed in school, so is smoking allowed? You can't even control yourself, why should you control me?"

The secret was exposed, he slipped his throat, stared at the boy, lowered his tone, and lied without emotion, "I didn't."

Yan Ran sneered, and withdrew his hand violently.

She took out a pack of cigarettes from her pocket openly and aboveboard. The brand was very expensive, and it was Song Wenjing's monthly living expenses.

When it was lit, a little smoke rose between the two of them, like a thin net, with a bit of incense, and a long and thin strip, it was a lady's cigarette.

In this looming mist, the boy's face became even more breathtaking, and the faint smell of smoke became more intense.

The cigarette was held between the slender and white fingers, lazy and elegant.

Every word that comes out is condescending.

"You should have never smoked this brand of cigarettes."

Song Wenjing raised his deep eyes and glanced at Yan Ran, his breathing became slightly stagnant, and a strange feeling arose in his lower abdomen.

That strange feeling came again.

It made him feel ashamed and uncontrollable.

There was a faint smile on the corner of Yan Ran's mouth, and his delicate and colorful eyebrows were like a seductive ghost, dangerous and charming.

She took a puff and exhaled a puff of smoke on Song Wenjing's face.

It smells good.

Under the skin of that beautiful woman with a shallow smile, the spark-dyed cigarette butt crushed on his school uniform, and the gentle spark was extinguished.

Through the thin fabric, it brought a very slight burning sensation.

Song Wenjing was expressionless, and slowly moved down, looking at his heart for a few seconds, there was a hole burned out there, round and black.

The cigarette that had only been smoked was thrown on the ground. Yan Ran stood in front of him, his eyes were cold and provocative, and the tip of his tongue touched his inner cheek.

Pale lips, scarlet tongue.

It looks very soft.

The hoarse and gorgeous voice is inherently arrogant.

"You poor man, do you manage me?"

"Do you really think that you can really do something to me by suing the school?"

"I tell you, I have a bad temper."

"If you fight against me, you will have to pay the price."

She was so haughty, so naive as to be almost cruel.

The more this is the case, the more you want people to destroy it.

Yan Ran smiled, the corners of his mouth were contemptuous, not only the smile was contemptuous, but also his eyes were full of disdain, he raised his hand, and patted his cheek twice with humiliation, then he didn't turn his head. stride away.

The bathroom was empty, and occasionally there was the sound of water dripping to the ground.

Song Wenjing's face finally sank, and he patted the soot on his school uniform, but the small, scorched black hole remained in his heart.

Yan Ran's eyes appeared in his mind, as if he looked at a stray dog ​​on the side of the road, full of contempt and disdain, as if he had never taken him seriously from the beginning to the end.

For some reason, he suddenly laughed out of anger, his jaw line tightened for a moment, and he murmured.

"Oh shit."
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On the top floor of Ren's Group, the secretary dressed from head to toe in elite attire walked to the tea room, made a cup of freshly ground black coffee, and brought it into the president's office.

There was a regular knock on the door, and a very calm voice came from the office.

"Enter."

The format of the office is large, simple yet revealing low luxury, mainly black, cold and almost unkind.

Scorching sunlight came in through the floor-to-ceiling windows and sprinkled on the cold porcelain.

The man sitting behind the black desk was wearing a black shirt with neat buttons and folded sleeves, revealing his strong forearms.

Luminous luxury watches on the wrist.

The hair on his forehead was all combed back, revealing a pair of extremely handsome sword eyebrows, and his cold facial features were extremely perfect.

The man's fingers were very slender, with thick joints, and he moved very fast when flipping through the documents. After flipping through, the black pen wrote majestic characters on the blank space of the signature.

The secretary left at this time, came over and brought the black coffee to the man's hand.

It was also at this time that the personal mobile phone placed beside her rang.

The secretary has been by the man's side for several years, and he couldn't help trembling when he heard the ringtone of this private cell phone.

To his ears, the ringtone of this mobile phone was no different from the ringtone of death, and he could tell who was calling without even looking at it.

The man covered the document, picked up the mobile phone next to him, and pressed answer.

"Hello?" The man's voice was hoarse.

The voice on the other end of the phone was very low, and the secretary couldn't hear the specific conversation, but he was sure it must be something bad.

Sure enough, the man frowned, forming a deep crease.

Although the voice of the man behind was still very flat, the secretary could hear a trace of coldness abruptly.

After hanging up the phone, Ren Xianzhi pinched the bridge of his nose, and his jawline became tight.

The secretary has been able to comfort her very skillfully, after all, it happens once a month.

"Mr. Ren, children have rebellious periods. It's normal to fight and fight. They should be better after they graduate from high school."

The man put down his hand pinching the bridge of his nose, picked up the cup and took a sip, still unrelenting, his brows furrowed more and more tightly.

Ren Ci also thought so at the beginning. Although the two are half-brothers, he knew that Yan Ran was very dissatisfied with him, and also dissatisfied with the Ren family. arrogance.

At that time, Ren Ci just thought it was the child's rebellious period, and he wanted to discipline him, but he was too busy at that time. He had just taken over the Ren family at that time, so he didn't have time to take care of this child.

In addition, the Ren family really did not give the child corresponding love, so Ren Ci indulged Yan Ran quite a bit, which made Yan Ran even more aggressive. By the time he decided to discipline his younger brother severely, his younger brother would have grown crooked.

No matter how you break it, you can't break it straight.

I beat and scolded, and those who should be punished have already been punished.

It's useless, and it has no effect except to make the relationship between the two more and more rigid.

Ren Xian let out a foul breath, and frowned even more tightly.

Educating children is much more difficult than working.

After pondering for a long time, Ren Xian finally made a decision.

"Freeze all the cards of the second young master."

Ren Xianshen's voice was low and magnetic, and every sentence could make people's ears numb, but it made the elite secretary turn pale with shock.

"This... Mr. Ren, are you sure?"

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