Chapter 217: I am in love with you

That was the first time she saw Jiang Ting.
He was different from those rich and slick kids she knew.
The size of 180, although his eyebrows are not opened, he has an indescribable temperament and demeanor. It is elegant and not approachable, cold and not hurtful.
Very contradictory.
Xu Anqing saw such a contradictory person for the first time.
The aperture of the crystal chandelier fell on him, his expression was faint, and his voice was faint. With champagne in his hand, he followed Jiang Guoteng and nodded gently with her father, "Hello, Jiang Ting, the second son of the Jiang family."
Jiang Ting.
She listened quietly, but calmly remembered the name in her heart.
I always feel that these two words may be a catastrophe for myself, and I shouldn't be close to him, but I have no hesitation in putting them in the empty corner of my heart.
Then the father touched her arm lightly.
She came back to her senses, realizing that she had been stunned for too long, and quickly apologized, "My name is Xu Anqing. An is quiet and sunny. Sunny is sunny."
He glanced at her.
With a very light look, he withdrew his gaze, and then walked away.
It seemed that he was just a passerby who came to the banquet. His words and introductions just now were nothing but polite.
Xu Anqing felt bored and a little uncomfortable.
He was standing between the bright and shining interface of the wall, alone, holding wine, in a suit and leather shoes, looking away, staring into the distance.
What is he thinking?
I really want to know.
I really want to understand his world.
I really want to have more intersection with this guy.
Then, she did the most daring thing she had done so far.
When the dance began, Jiang Ting was about to leave. For the first time in her life, she rushed out to chase a boy.
He walked fast, leaving only a crisp back and a clean and distinct back of his head.
She chased him for a long time, and finally caught up with him, subconsciously pulling on his sleeve.
"Jiang Ting!"
The boy who was held back stood in front of the black sports car body and glanced at her slightly.
A pair of deep peach eyes, introverted and outward, in the night is almost a fatal attraction.
She was attracted by those eyes, swallowed two throats, and subconsciously said: "I want to talk to you..."
As soon as the voice fell, I wanted to bite my tongue.
What is she talking about?
The latter faintly brushed away her hand, her voice fell, and her eyebrows seemed to contain a bit of contempt. "Doesn't you feel ashamed of the dignified Miss Xu family who took a strange boy and said, "I want to talk to him"?"
"Sorry, I, I don't mean that, I don't usually do that!"
She was stung by the coldness and disdain of his eyes, and an intact heart suddenly became twisted, as if twisting a freshly washed bed sheet.
She really said this to a boy for the first time.
Why was he so disgusted?
Seeing that he was about to drive away, she grabbed him again, her voice tinged with the humble pleading, "Do you have a girlfriend, if not, can I be your girlfriend?"
Jiang Ting's profile was shrouded in a street lamp, with a clear outline of firmness and majestic age, but his eyes were stained with maturity and solemnity that his peers did not have.
"I don't have a girlfriend now, and I might have one in the future, but that person will not be you."
"why?!"
She blurted out her heart, convulsing with pain.
"I just said something wrong, I just like you, I fell in love with you at first sight, nothing more!"