Quick Wear: The host is beautiful and ruthless

Based on the news they heard in the past, everyone immediately imagined a drama.

After Miss Ning found out that Han Ye was a scumbag, she broke off the engagement and took revenge. The man couldn't bear the Ning family's methods, so he asked his ambiguous partner to apologize, and then found a place to hide!

Tsk tsk, Han Ye is so useless, he will only push girls out if something goes wrong.

Song Xiaoxiao was indeed very afraid of Ning Yan. The hand holding her was shaking, and tears were about to fall from her eyes.

The girl had a cold face, and a hint of chill flashed in her clear eyes.

She pumped her arm upwards, but the other party increased her strength.

"Do you know how much this dress costs? Will you pay if it's torn?"

The word "money" successfully stimulated Song Xiaoxiao. She flinched, and after a few hesitations, she let go of her hand, but stubbornly stood in front of her. She moved in whichever direction the girl moved.

In fact, there are other stairs in the school, but if you give in once, the other party will definitely get worse, not to mention there are more than a dozen classmates watching.

Song Xiaoxiao saw more and more people, and an idea gradually emerged in her heart. If she knelt down to Ning Yan in public, the other party would definitely not be able to get off the stage.

A smile appeared on the corner of the girl's mouth. As long as she could ruin Ning Yan's reputation, it didn't matter if she knelt down...

But at the moment when she was about to take action.

Ning Yan's patience ran out and he grabbed the girl's collar and pulled her to the ground. The floor was so smooth that she couldn't resist and was dragged for several meters.

"Row."

"Looking for death? I'll help you."

Song Xiaoxiao was lying on the floor, her hair spread on the ground. The cold temperature of the floor stimulated her nerves, and she was so scared that she covered her head and shouted.

"Don't hit me, ah, ah, help! Someone come and save me..."

The girl screamed shrilly, Ning Yan, she actually dared to do it in front of so many people!

Don’t you have any scruples at all?

In fact, Ning Yan hadn't started fighting yet. She just dragged the girl in another direction. Many people were attracted by the shouting, and the scene was crowded.

[Host, don’t be impulsive. There are still so many people watching. Otherwise, forget it this time. Let’s find a place where no one is around to do it next time. 】

The girl ignored it.

Someone couldn't bear it and stood up and said: "Ning Yan, after all, my classmates have taught Han Ye a lesson. Isn't it enough to vent your anger?"

"It would be too..." to embarrass a powerless girl.

The girl glanced away, and the other person's hair stood on end, and he shut up suddenly.

What a terrible momentum!

Ning Yan twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, and just when he was about to sneer back, the crowd suddenly moved out of the way.

"Ning Yan, why don't you leave Song Xiaoxiao to us? The school committee has started collecting homework." Fan Lu smiled cutely, followed by five or six girls.

Led by Fan Lu, each of them is a rich girl from various families. They have powerful backgrounds, and few people in the school dare to fight against them.

Song Xiaoxiao saw Fan Lu out of the corner of her eye, and painful scenes from the past came to her mind. If they tried, no one would be willing to help her!

She struggled hard, but couldn't break free from Ning Yan's suppression.

The girl curled her lips and threw Song Xiaoxiao in front of Fan Lu with one hand. Ning Yan's hand was so strong that Song Xiaoxiao was almost half picked up and then fell to the ground.

"Okay, thanks."

The flaxen-haired girl smiled, turned around and said, "Throw her to the school gate, don't let her in."

Song Xiaoxiao shouted anxiously, "What do you want to do? Don't touch me, wuwuwu..."

One girl grabbed the water bottle from the bag of a classmate next to her and blocked her mouth, then cooperated with other girls to drag her away.

Because of Song Xiaoxiao's resistance, most of her body was pressed to the ground.

After a while, he was dragged out of sight.

Fan Lu raised her chin at Ning Yan, then faced everyone's gaze and went upstairs with a smile.

The girl turned her head and glanced at the boy who had just stood up for Song Xiaoxiao.

"Which family are you from?"

The voice was cold, as if it contained ice slag. The boy came out of his daze and said, "What?"

Ning Yan stood with his hands folded, "What's your name and which family you belong to."

The atmosphere is quiet.

The boy gradually became frightened. What's the meaning?

Is she planning to take revenge on her family? So petty?

Thinking of the other party's identity, he took two steps back.

"I, I just... said a few words casually..."

Ning Yan turned around and asked others, "What's his name?"

The onlookers shook their heads, expressing their ignorance.

The boy's expression became more and more panicked. The Ning family was so powerful that it would only take a casual word to bring down his family.

"Tsk, you can find out without telling me. Since you choose to be the first, then you have to bear the consequences!"

After saying that, the girl patted her sleeves and prepared to go upstairs.

The boy understood that he had gotten into trouble, and his huge panic made his legs weak and he collapsed to the ground.

"I'm sorry! Miss Ning, I was wrong. It was my lard that deceived your heart. Please don't care about a fool like me. I apologize for my behavior just now."

The boy's voice was not loud, but it was enough for everyone present to hear.

Although he was very panicked, his remaining sense told him that he must make amends quickly.

Ning Yan glanced at the boy one last time, then turned and went upstairs without saying a word.

After the girl left, the onlookers dared to speak.

"It scares me to death, Ning Yan has such a strong aura."

"I heard from my friends before that Miss Ning is not easy to mess with, but today I finally saw it."

"Tsk, Ning Yan is a bit arrogant, but it's not like others are the first to cause trouble."

"Haha, that man is so funny. Even a mistress like Song Xiaoxiao still wants to be a hero to save a beauty, and she doesn't care how much she weighs."

"..."

Ning Yan returned to the classroom and handed in his homework first, then leaned on the chair.

[Host, aren’t you afraid that others will say you have a bad temper and are vindictive? 】

‘Just say it. ’

What a big deal.

[But your reputation will not be good. 】

The girl disdained, ‘Fame? That's nothing! ’

She didn't care at all.

【……】All right.

Its host is arrogant and willful, and there is nothing it can do about it.

Ning Yan originally thought that Song Xiaoxiao would give up after this incident, but she didn't expect that after coming to school in the afternoon, she would still pester him and run over as soon as get out of class was over.

The key is that her voice was not too low, and she kept talking about how difficult it was for Han Ye, begging her to let him go, etc.

Ning Yan didn't understand what kind of ecstasy soup Han Ye had poured into her, and she still refused to give up.

The whole class's ears were almost on edge, and their disgust towards Song Xiaoxiao and Han Ye was even higher.

Ning Yan didn't tire of it, so he ran to the principal's office and asked the principal to transfer Song Xiaoxiao to another class.

The Ning family is one of the shareholders of Weilan Middle School, so he will naturally pay attention to Ning Yan's request.

The next morning, the head teacher took Song Xiaoxiao away. Just when the whole class thought life had returned to peace, Song Xiaoxiao came again during class.

Ning Yan thought she was an eyesore and deliberately asked the principal to move her to the class farthest from Class 2. Unexpectedly, she still insisted on running back and forth across an entire corridor.

Ning Yan: "..."

It seems that we still have to find time to beat up Song Xiaoxiao.

"...I'm begging you, please don't target me again——"

Fan Lu grabbed Song Xiaoxiao's hair and pulled it aside, with rare anger and impatience on her face.

"Dog-skin plaster, are you bothered?"