The girls in the back were stunned, seriously suspecting that they were in a dream.
They stared blankly at the two men walking away, and then looked at each other, speechless.
There was an urge to scream in my heart.
That…
Is that Jiang Heng? !
…
Jiang Heng seemed to feel that the conversation was a little naive, so he completely ignored it, and let the girl hold his sleeve by the side, with a neither cold nor cold expression.
Although he denied being angry, Yun Xia didn't believe it, and asked curiously, "Why are you angry?"
It can't be because she touches cigarettes.
But how could Jiang Heng be angry about this.
Yun Xia couldn't figure it out. The skill points of IQ can only do questions, and cannot analyze such things.
Speaking of which, she hadn't seen Jiang Heng angry yet.
Veteran cadres have always had a calm and self-sufficient temperament, and their emotions are covered in coldness. How can they be so obviously angry.
After helping the person and leaving without saying hello, what is it if you are not angry
He also said "don't talk to me", which is clearly a blowfish-like tone of anger.
It's just that a cold person is expressionless and indifferent when angry.
But Yunxia wasn't afraid of him, she thought it was a bit amusing, and said with a deadpan face that he wasn't angry... and a little cute.
She blinked, grabbed the sleeve of the bamboo horse with one hand, and poked his fair face with the other.
The skin was smooth and tender, and slightly cool, and it was very comfortable to poke. The devil couldn't help itching, and wanted to touch the pretty boy's pretty face again.
But the wrist was lightly grabbed by the man, and the plan to touch the face was forced to stop.
Jiang Heng stopped in his tracks.
His eyes were deep and dark, he looked at her quietly, he didn't mention the thing about being poked in the face, but he said in a low and indifferent voice: "If you want to surpass me, stay away from those people in the future."
He lit a cigarette butt with his fingertips, lowered his eyes, expressionless, "If I catch you next time, fight or smoke..."
He didn't finish speaking, but his eyes were deep, and the meaning was obviously a threat.
Yun Xia glanced at him, seeing that he helped her this time, she didn't talk back, and muttered honestly: "Okay, I know. I didn't intend to fight at all, the smoke was just an accident."
The girl is small, with a small face upturned, with light golden sunlight in her eyes, and two dimples on her cheeks, her expression looks pure and innocent.
Jiang Heng looked over casually, and his tone was still cold: "It's good that you know."
He pulled out his sleeves, patted the creases that had been caught, put the discipline armbands in a strict fit, and left with a cold expression.
Yun Xia looked at his back, a little confused, whether the little bamboo horse was indifferent or caring about herself.
If he was cold, he helped her today.
But if he cared... why would he be so indifferent
Bamboo Horse Heart Seabed Needle.
She shrugged and turned back to her class.
As soon as the classroom door was opened, the class fell silent, making Yun Xia think the head teacher was here.
But there was no class at this time, and there was no teacher in the classroom.
There was only a moment of silence in the class, and then the boys winked, pushed a boy in the back row, and shouted: "Here we come, let's go!"
Yun Xia didn't care, returned to her seat, lazily covered her face with a book, and wanted to sleep for a while.
However, amidst the booing, a shadow suddenly fell in front of him, and a male voice seemed embarrassed and said, "Student Yun Xia... that... can I delay you for a few minutes? I have something to say..."
Yun Xia took down the book and glanced at him casually.
(end of this chapter)