Chapter 64: Under the shirt

I realized that I couldn't hear.
She pulled He Junming and shook vigorously: "Where are you hiding? You shaggy turtle..."
He Junming's face turned black: "Crazy lady, let the little master beat you to death!"
Zhao Nuancheng thought, hey, this long-haired tortoise is quite fierce, and greeted him with a slap.
He Junming covered his face in silence: "..."
Or Fang Tan asked, "When did Brother Nin come back?"
No one knows.
Jiang Ren was like a shadow in the dark night, leaving silently, without speaking to them from beginning to end.
"Where did he take Meng to listen?"
It is raining on the canopy of city h. Because it is the weekend, the streets are quiet and dark.
He wrapped her jacket around her, watching the heavy rain. She moved in his arms and seemed to be awake.
The young girl smelled of red wine, like a little lily in full bloom on a rainy night. The long eyelashes trembled slightly.
The sky was filled with thunder.
This is the third time he has broken his promise.
The first time was to contact the Laboratory Research Institute to give Shu Zhitong a salary increase.
The second time was to decorate her room.
He painted the wall himself, and it was not very good. He had never done this before. He spent the whole afternoon decorating the room well, and then put the little princess crystal ball on it.
Jiang Ji was so angry that his face was ugly.
Jiang Ren lowered his eyes and said lightly: "There is no next time."
But he knew that there was another time.
He returned to the original high school in city b, and the classmates looked at his feet in shock. The way he walks is too obvious. Although the people laughed and called him Xiao Jiang, he couldn't know how to say it secretly.
Only those eyes were those of Prince Junyang.
Indifferent, dark pupils, prickly and wild.
Entering the third year of high school, the whole country is reviewing. The teacher talked about "Farewell Cambridge Again"
A ship full of stars, singing in the stars. But I can't sing, quiet is my farewell music; Xia Chong is also silent for me, and silence is Cambridge tonight!
It was one of the texts she once told him to recite with a smile, and he can still recite all of them.
He looked down at the blank textbook, suddenly couldn't stand it anymore, and walked out of the classroom.
Behind him was the angry voice of the Chinese teacher.
He tried to return to her again and again. Now it is raining heavily in City H, and he violated his promise for the third time.
Jiang Ren came back three days ago.
He saw Huo Yifeng in the Seventh Middle School with the sound of the book. A senior high school senior who once gave a confession to Meng, now a college student at a prestigious university.
Huo Yifeng took a bunch of roses, and the spring breeze proudly gave Mum Tingbai a bag of puffs.
Late autumn in October, a gentle and gentle boy. A pure and beautiful girl, like the best silhouette of youth, a lot of people around are booing. Jiang Ren didn't speak, turned and walked out slowly.
No matter how slow Rao walks, his legs are different from normal people.
He put his hands in his pockets and pressed his lips tightly.
Only tonight, the sound of rain and thunder covered the hoarseness in his heart, and the night covered the embarrassment of his legs. He dared to take her out of Xiaogang City. Hold her and sit in the back seat of the car, isolating the whole city.
With crystal tears in the corner of her eyes, lightning pierced the sky, and she opened her eyes.
The car was dark, Meng Ting's teary eyes were hazy, and he gently grabbed the corner of his clothes: "Jiang Ren."
The voice was thin and light, and there was a cry of grievance, which was heartbreaking. Fortunately, her voice was not injured in the fire.
He did not speak, nor dared to speak, and gave her a soft kiss.
She pulled him into the knitted sweater, her big eyes wet: "Do you hurt it?"
He replied in a dumb voice: "It doesn't hurt."
She nodded and looked up at him, her small face puffing under the influence of the alcohol: "But I'm so sad, I cried for a long time that day. You don't pay attention to me when you shoot the door."
"Then I am really nothing."
She nodded, her nasal voice was strong and became a little milky voice: "Why did you break up with me? Am I okay?"
"You are good, but I am not good."
"You lie, why am I fine, but you don't like me anymore."
Heavy rain clashed on the car cover. He whispered: "I love you."
His voice was so low that no one could hear it clearly. Meng heard so sad. She finally liked him, but he left. She couldn't help crying, crying for her sadness for four months.
She has always been reasonable, only this time, she didn't make any sense when she was drunk.
It was too pitiful to cry out of breath.
He wiped her tears away with a tissue, and it didn't take long for the tissue to wet again. Jiang Ren said that after breaking up with her, she went home to see Shu Zhitong not crying or making trouble, and went to school on time every day for four months. Like nothing happened.
But tonight, Meng Ting obviously couldn't tell whether it was sad in dreams or in reality. She cried so much that her heart was sore and twisted.
She grabbed his shirt and buried her small face in his arms.
His chest was wet.
She hates this bad guy.
Why did he say that we have to be together when he is together? She can't breathe when he says that we divide. Pulling his hand to his heart, sobbing: "It hurts here." Her heart was so painful that she could only breathe in a little with her mouth.
The girl's fragrance is soft, exquisitely undulating.
He withdrew his hand suddenly.
The car next to it honked its horn and poked its head out: "Fuck, I know how to stop, man, I'm going out. You stop here to enjoy the rain!"
Jiang Ren lowered his eyes, she was already asleep, with tears still hanging on her cheeks.
Jiang Ren didn't argue with the man, but the man moved out to see the car's brand and took a breath. He drove away without saying anything.
Jiang Ren hugged her into the passenger seat, fastened her seat belt, and drove to her house.
He himself knew that he actually had to take her home for such a short time.
The sky in City H is slightly black, because it is raining, the road is quiet, and there are few pedestrians on the road. The apartment where she lives in is average but safe.
She was drunk, except for a while, but now she is quiet and unbelievably well-behaved.
Jiang Ren took her down, and the security recognized him and let him go.
He was holding a person and couldn't hold an umbrella, so he was drenched in the rain, and he lowered his head to protect her in his arms. He walked fast, so his limp was more obvious. The security didn't look back until he got in.
In the elevator, Meng Ting woke up. She was uncomfortable and could not sleep well.
The elevators are one after another.
Until the lamp on the eighth floor came on, she seemed to be a little awake, looking at him with her brown eyes open: "Are you going to take me home?"
"Ok."
"I don't want to go home." She murmured, "Jiang Ren, you will leave when I go home."
His pale knuckles trembled and he did not speak.
However, the eighth floor has arrived.
His lips were pale, he put her on the ground and rang the doorbell of her house.
Shu Lan is in the police station and Shu Zhitong is working overtime in the research institute. Only Shu Yang will be at home.
Jiang Ren asked her to stand still, and she seemed to know that this person was leaving herself again. But he was always quiet and well-behaved, but his little white hands tightly grasped his sleeves, tears in his eyes.
do not Cry. She told herself that it was shameful.
He said she had already cried enough on the day of the breakup.
The sound of slippers stepping on the floor gradually approached. But she didn't want to let go, she pulled his sleeve, looked up at him, and sobbed: "Jiang Ren..."
He is going crazy.
Really going crazy.
His eyes were almost red, and before the door opened, he hugged her and hid in the corridor.
She was not afraid or panicked, she still pulled him.
Shu Yang opened the door, staring at the empty doorway, stunned. In the dim corridor, he held her cheek, already crazy, bowed his head and kissed it.
He had never kissed her like this before, missing, desperate, and lustful, kissing her desperately.
She entangled with his breath.
Then he stood on his toes and kissed him back softly.
This was the first time kissing in the true sense. She held the young boy's thin waist and raised her head to kiss him.
The cold raindrops on his black hair fell on her eyelashes. Make people tremble gently from the bone marrow.
He was so cold and indifferent. When Shu Yang frowned and walked out to look around, he held her behind the corridor, confined her in his arms, his lips and teeth pressed tightly.
He wants to die tonight.
There was a muffled thunder in the sky. The wind blows and the rain drifts around.
He let go of her with a pale face.
The girl's lips were red and she touched her lips, smiling at him shyly and ignorantly.
Jiang Ren laughed almost desperately, touched her hair, and whispered: "I'm sorry." I'm sorry baby.
He said he would not approach her, not disturb her life, and not touch her.
Let her find a man she likes and grow up well.
She didn't understand why he apologized, but it didn't prevent her from thinking simple and happy now. Although she didn't understand why this Jiang Ren was so strange, she knew he liked her very much.
Very drunk, seventy percent drunk.
The madman just now put Jiang Ren in a dilemma.
She looked at him with big eyes, and the little hand held his shirt. She was completely trusting and clever, making him wonder how to go.
He has always been proud, but now he is sober, at least don't let her see him walking in embarrassment now.
"Can you..." He said hoarsely, "Turn around. Then go home."
She couldn't understand what he was talking about.
"Are you leaving?"
"Ok."
She was so angry and wronged.
If you don't like her, why do you kiss her so hard? Her lips are numb now. If you like her, why leave her?
"Jiang Ren, if you leave today, I won't like you." She tried to make her tone serious, "Don't lie to you."
His Adam's apple moved: "Okay."
Meng Ting had no choice. Jiang Ren didn't eat or listened to anything. She was dizzy and sobbed, "I won't kiss you either."
"it is good."
"I won't see you."
"Ok."
"I will like others in the future." Don't leave, OK.
He wanted to say no, still remembering that he had misunderstood her despair when she liked Xu Jia. But now I have to admit that no matter who he likes, as long as his limbs are healthy and healthy, he is better than him.
He hurt his leg so badly that he might not get better in his life.
Under his shirt, there are scars from burns, shocking. Not to mention her tender appearance, he frowned when he saw it.
She said that she would like others in the future, but he could no longer say good, and could only say: "Go home."
Jiang Ren lowered his eyes and unzipped her coat.
Facing her, slowly stepped back.
Because of the retreat, time seems to be strangling the throat, especially dull.
This departure makes him look like he is not much different from normal people.
When the elevator was about to close, the girl awakened and ran to the elevator entrance rubbing her eyes.
"Jiang Ren!" She hoped he would hear, "No one else, only you."
The rain is pattering, and the sound changes in the sound of the rain, and it may dissipate in the wind.