This is an extremely suggestive sentence, and Dong Ci has already guessed the result from this sentence. She bit her lip, still not believing what he said. "I won't cry, I want to know the result."
"Well, you didn't get into the top thirty."
Dong Ci took a breath, "I haven't seen the transcript, why should I trust you?"
"How do you know I don't have a transcript?" Jing Rong shook the paper in his hand through the phone and asked deliberately. "Want to see it?"
"I'm going to a birthday party tomorrow, and I want you to attend with me as my female companion. When you come tomorrow, I will tell you the real result."
Dong Ci squeezed the phone tightly and ignored his words. "Will you tell me or not?"
"I'll send someone to pick you up tomorrow, See you tomorrow."
“…”
The good mood disappeared instantly. Dong Ci threw her phone on the bed angrily. She plucked her messy long hair and kept thinking about Jing Rong's words in her mind.
Jing Rong must be lying to her. She clearly felt that her performance was extraordinary during the exam. How could she not be in the top thirty of her grade
Dong Ci kept comforting herself with this thought, but she still had a nightmare all night. She didn't want to see Jing Rong, but the torment of wanting to know the true outcome made her miserable, so she finally went to see him.
This was her second time coming to this villa. Perhaps because she was in the mountains, she only felt that the wind here was colder than anywhere else. Even after entering the villa, she did not feel it. warmth.
"Put it on."
Dong Ci opened the box Jing Rong threw to her, took it out and found that it was a thin pure black dress. She frowned, threw the clothes back to him, stared at him and said coldly. "Are you trying to freeze me to death?"
No one dared to throw clothes on him yet!
Jing Rong's eyebrows turned cold, and he pulled the dress away from his body. He was about to let her remember it, but he laughed instantly after hearing her words.
He looked at Dong Ci's serious face and couldn't help but stepped forward to kiss her and said with a smile. "My Xiaoci is so cute, how could I be willing to freeze you to death?"
Dong Ci pushed him indiscriminately. At this moment, all she could think about was her grade ranking, and she reached out to ask for Jing Rong's report card. "Give me the transcript, I want to see it myself."
"No, give it."
Jing Rong raised her eyes, not seeing her rejecting him so much, and the corners of her mouth began to turn cold. "I told you, if you are not in the top thirty, you are not admitted. Whether you believe it or not or not, the result will be the same."
"Then where did I get in the exam?"
Jing Rong raised his eyebrows slightly, stared at her and said with a half-smile. "Thirty-one."
Seeing Dong Ci's expression freeze, the curvature of his thin lips became more aggressive, and a cold look flashed in his eyes. "It's just one missing. Don't you think it's a pity?"
"But you don't know what's even more pity, right?"
"Actually, you are only 0.5 points less than the previous one."
“…”
When Jing Rong entered the bedroom again, Dong Ci had already changed his clothes.
She was wearing a long black dress and her dark hair was shawl-length. Sally helped her put on makeup. The makeup was very rich, with long eyelashes, black lips, and red lips. However, not only did she not have the enchanting earthly aura, but she looked coldly beautiful.
Her skin was white and transparent with black lining. She just sat blankly on the sofa, hugging her knees and bare feet, like a delicate doll that had lost its soul. Even when the scene approached, she did not raise her head.
"I didn't realize you could be so good-looking before."
Jing Rong lifted her chin and looked at her for a while, his dark eyes slightly narrowed with a hint of laziness. He covered her body with a thick plush shawl and asked a little evilly. "Do you still think I want to freeze you to death?"
Dong Ci looked down at his toes and choked him coldly. "Do you think I won't get cold just by adding some hair on my upper body?"
“…”
Jing Rong took a breath. He lowered his head to look at the delicate girl whose height was only as high as his chest, and suddenly a nameless anger burst out in his heart.
"You are really sharp-tongued, but you are really not afraid of me at all."
He grabbed Dong Ci's waist, hugged her up, and said calmly under Dong Ci's panicked gaze. "Aren't you cold? Since the clothes can't warm you, I'll hold you in my arms."
Seeing Dong Ci's constant struggle, he tightened his grip on her and scolded her coldly. "Don't move."
He used to have poor patience, but now he has no interest in playing around with her. Jing Rong stared at the girl in his arms indifferently, her delicate brows and eyes were tainted with a touch of coldness, and her whole aura was completely different from before.
"I like obedient girls. Originally, I was in a good mood today." Jing Rong's voice paused slightly, then he curled his thin lips, leaned closer to Dong Ci and spoke word by word.
"But from this second on, you'd better not make me angry."
One moment he was smiling, and the next moment he was freezing. Dong Ci was used to seeing his playful and good-tempered look, and had almost forgotten his truest self. She was really shocked by Jing Rong's cold look, and she lowered her head and said nothing for a while.
As soon as she went out, Dong Ci shivered from the cold. She instinctively pressed her body against Jing Rong's chest. Then, as if she remembered something, she just wanted to stay away from him when he held her down.
The skirt was long enough to cover her ankles, but the thin material still kept her legs cold. By the time the car arrived at its destination, she had no feeling in her legs.
"Wow, Xiaoci is so beautiful today."
As soon as they entered the hall, Dong Ci saw An Chengfeng walking towards them quickly. Behind him was a tall girl. After hearing An Chengfeng's praise, Dong Ci sneered. I don't know if he was mocking him or despising Dong Ci.
This girl was the one who sat next to An Chengfeng in the private room of the club last time. Dong Ci only remembered two people at a glance at that time, and one of them was this girl.
Her name is Yan Ningshuang, today is her birthday, and the entire banquet is held for her.
She looked very arrogant and condescending from beginning to end, except for An Chengfeng who glanced at her when he praised her. After that, she seemed to regard Dong Ci as a transparent person.
It’s like this every time…
Dong Ci lowered his head and laughed at himself. She was low-key and quiet, but since meeting Jing Rong, everything he did and every place he took her to made her disgusted. Likewise, she can also see other people's dislike for her.
He knew that she was the most helpless in a place like this, but Jing Rong seemed to deliberately ignore her. He threw her in the corner after entering the hall and disappeared after a while. The lights here are dim and almost no one comes here, but Dong Ci always feels like someone is watching her, which makes her extremely uncomfortable.
She looked around and didn't notice anything unusual, so she got up and walked to the rooftop.
The strong wind blew against her face, freezing Dong Cigang's warm body in the hall. Only then did she remember what she was wearing, turned around, and found someone standing behind her.
"Dong, Ci?"
Fu Wan dreamed that Dong Ci had discovered her and took a few steps closer on her high heels.
Isn't she cold
Dong Ci looked at her naked legs and seriously suspected that she was unconscious.
"Is something wrong?" Dong Ci didn't know her, but he wasn't interested in knowing who she was. The unfriendliness in this person's eyes was so obvious that he knew he wasn't here to be her friend, so he didn't speak politely.
Dong Ci always gave people a very weak feeling, but his appearance changed as soon as he opened his mouth. Fu Wanmeng frowned and looked at her, no longer polite to her, and said coldly. "Actually, I'm very curious about how A Rong fell in love with you."
It turned out to be for Jingrong...
Dong Ci smiled, her red lips curled up in a hazy charm under the cover of the night. "Since you are so curious, you should ask him."
Fu Wanmeng's face froze, and her eyes seemed to be able to spit out fire. She was used to being complacent, and she couldn't bear to see someone more arrogant than her. She was about to step forward and pull her hair, but Dong Ci noticed it in advance and dodged away.
"You little bitch, do you think you can be so arrogant with Ah Rong pampering you? When I, Fu Wanmeng, was with him, you didn't know what I was!"
Dong Ci was not used to wearing high heels, so she was forced to wear them today. Walking was not smooth to begin with, not to mention that she had to hide from a crazy woman. She staggered back, almost twisting her foot.
She stood holding on to the wall, and when she turned her head, she found a person standing in the darkness next to the glass door on the rooftop. She didn't know how long she had been watching here, and when she saw Dong Ci noticed her, he actually curled his lips at her.
"Don't make trouble at my birthday party." Yan Ningshuang walked out of the darkness, took a few steps in front of Dong Ci, and stopped Fu Wanmeng's hand that was about to fall.
"Cousin!" Fu Wanmeng frowned, and just as she was about to say something, Yan Ningshuang turned her head and looked behind her, and said calmly. "Jingrong will be here soon."
I don't know whether this was meant for Fu Wanmeng or Dong Ci, but at least both of them calmed down. Fu Wanmeng quickly straightened her hair and did not forget to provoke Dong Ci when she passed by him.
"Little bitch, let's see."
…
When I returned to the room, my mood was getting worse and worse, as if I had been blown by a cold wind.
When Jing Rong found her, she had been frozen in the corner for half an hour. During this period, she drank a glass of fruit wine. There was a faint smell of alcohol on her body, but her eyes were very clear.
"When are you going to give me your transcript?" Dong Ci ignored his approach and looked sideways at him with bright eyes that seemed to be tinged with water.
Still remember this
Jing Rong frowned slightly, and finally took out a crumpled paper ball from his pocket and stuffed it into her hand, with a little impatience in his eyes.
Not interesting…
He closed his eyes slightly, and his long eyelashes drooped, casting a small shadow on his eyelids, making it difficult for people to see his expression clearly. He lazily leaned against the table and tapped the table wall with his fingers casually. Perhaps because of his mood, the rhythm was chaotic.
At this time, he was a little tired of it. For a moment, he actually lost interest in her.
despair-
Tears fell on the report card. Jingrong glanced sideways and saw the body of the person next to her trembling. As soon as he got closer, he found that she was actually crying.
This wasn't the first time Jing Rong saw her cry, and most of the time, he was the one who made her cry.
I don't know what the reason was this time, but he was not so indifferent. He directly reached out and took her into his arms. He wiped the tears on her face with his fingertips and lowered his eyes and asked. "Why are you crying?"