Chapter 165: 165: She is really over

Jiang Ling knew that his mind was in a state of downtime, and his whole figure seemed to be lost, and he didn't know how he came back.
In the clouds and mist.
When I reacted, I saw my door in front of me.
There is greenery all around, and there is no one on the road, which seems a bit empty.
Jiang Ling knew that he finally recovered and was about to turn his face.
The boy stood behind her, raised his hand and gently supported her head, a deep magnetic voice came from above his head.
"No one can make you bad, you are always the best, never, don't be disappointed in yourself."
Jiang Lingzhi stared at the front, his throat suddenly choked and he forgot to speak.
"Go home, don't worry the family."
His voice was gentle and lazy, and his palm touched her back lightly, sending a slight push.
Jiang Ling knew that he seemed to be bewitched, and subconsciously took two steps forward.
When I reached the door, I finally couldn't help but look back.
The boy's slender figure, a long jade body, a white shirt, and black slacks, outlines him as pure and straight as ever.
He put his hands in his trouser pockets, standing loosely there.
Seeing her turning back, the corner of her lips twitched slightly.
Calm and practical, giving people a sense of security.
Give her the illusion that he will be behind her whenever she looks back.
Jiang Ling knew his breath was slightly choked.
She retracted her gaze and pressed the doorknob with her palms hard.
Hearing the movement of the door opening, there was a rustling sound of overlapping newspapers in the living room.
"Is Zhizhi back?" Jiang Puqing's voice sounded first.
Jiang Lingzhi was still immersed in the last look of the boy.
Hearing this, looked up.
Jiang Puqing was still wearing a shirt and trousers, as if he had rushed back from the company temporarily.
"Why did you go out after dressing like this?"
Jiang Lingzhi was still wearing a nightdress, stepped on a pair of slippers on his feet, his eyes were red, and he had just cried.
It is like a kid who has been wronged and sneaked out of the house.
Jiang Puqing sighed and walked over: "I just heard your mother say that I didn't perform well in this exam?"
Jiang Lingzhi lowered his head and stopped talking.
Jiang Puqing hesitated for a moment, and seemed to be phrasing what to say: "It's okay, the teacher called and told us just now because it was a bit uncomfortable on the day of the exam?"
"Why don't you tell your mother, your mother is also very self-blaming, almost thought you ran away from home."
Jiang Puqing touched her head, softly comforting: "She was still in the room secretly wiping tears, don't be angry with her."
Jiang Lingzhi lowered his eyelashes, his light-colored lips whispered, "I'm not angry."
She has never been angry with her.
It's just that I am disappointed in myself.
Jiang Puqing patted her on the head: "Mom loves you very much, but like people of our generation, she is not good at expressing, and she always feels embarrassed."
Jiang Ling knowingly nodded absently, "I know."
Jiang Puqing sighed: "It's okay. One test doesn't mean anything. It doesn't matter if you can't divide the key classes. The teaching level of No. 1 middle school is the same in every class."
Jiang Lingzhi nodded slowly again.
"Okay, your eyes are red. You go back to your room and take a good rest. I thought something was wrong when I received the call. I hurried back before the meeting was over."
Jiang Ling paused for a moment and said in a low voice: "You go back to the meeting, I'll be fine."