Maybe it's because he grew up with a father like Qiao Hong all the year round.
Qiao Lin had long forgotten what fear was.
He can only bear the pain, and then silently convert the pain into his reason for living.
But at that moment, he felt fear.
Like when he was a child, hiding in the dark and watching Qiao Hong whipping his mother.
Qiao Rin didn't dare to look at Chuzheng after speaking, just hugged her tightly.
Will she despise herself? hate yourself? Will you still like yourself
Joey doesn't know.
I don't want to know either.
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Chu Zheng knew very well in his heart that Qiao Lin would not be a good person. After all, the word blackening is not just a talk.
"Don't do these things in the future." Chuzheng patted him on the back: "Did you hear me?"
"Teacher, don't you think I'm... bad?" He also wanted to be clean and become a good student in her eyes, but he wasn't.
He was already in a quagmire.
have struggled.
Too bad he's so weak.
No one can pull him.
So he might as well just take root in that quagmire.
But…
Just when he was about to do it, she appeared.
She can easily bring herself out of that dirty quagmire, and she can beat herself back again with a single sentence.
Qiao Lin was inexplicably nervous, and unconsciously clenched Chuzheng's clothes tightly.
Chuzheng let go of him a little, and the boy let go of her as well, and their eyes met.
She didn't speak.
Just kissed him.
Put him on the table and kiss him for a long time.
For a long time, Qiao Lin thought he was going to suffocate to death.
Chuzheng let him go: "Hurry up and have breakfast, I'm late for class."
"teacher?"
Chu Zheng looked at him: "Why, do you want me to feed?"
Qiao Lin shook his head, and the corner of his mouth lifted for a while, revealing a very subtle smile, she didn't hate herself.
With this knowledge, the tense strings in Qiao Lin's heart instantly relaxed.
He pulled out his chair and sat down for breakfast.
Chuzheng sat casually, stopped eating, and looked at him.
Qiao Lin was in love for the first time, and Chu Zheng was embarrassed to see him, so he hurriedly finished his meal and went to change his clothes.
Before going to class, he also took out the sheets from the washing machine to dry.
"Teacher, I'm leaving."
"Ok."
Although Qiao Lin lived here, either Chuzheng left first, or Qiao Lin left first. They never went out together in broad daylight.
Although the teacher also lived in this building, Qiao Lin was very careful and was never found once.
Qiao Lin took his schoolbag and walked to the entrance.
After a while, he walked back, leaned over and kissed Chuzheng's face: "Teacher, see you at school."
After speaking, Qiao Lin immediately turned around and changed his shoes to leave.
Chuzheng tapped the table with her fingertips a few times, then took out her mobile phone and called: "Find me a few people."
"What is the boss going to do?"
"Do you believe me when I say murder?"
"… "
The other party is silent.
After a long while, Chu Zheng got up, the chair rubbed against the ground, and there was a stab.
"Don't worry, don't kill people." When you kill someone, you need to find someone to do it.
"Okay." The other side responded.
Chuzheng hung up the phone, stood on the balcony and looked down.
Just when he saw the young man walk out slowly, he seemed to have a feeling and raised his eyes to look up.
Chuzheng couldn't see his expression clearly, just felt that he should be happy at this time.
Chu Zheng retracted his gaze and glanced at the sheets hanging on the balcony.
She thoughtfully went back to change her clothes and went to school.
During class, Qiao Lin was obviously more serious.
Eyes are always on him.
Of course, Chuzheng felt that he didn't listen to what he said at all.
It's just that she is not sleeping in class, but watching her intently.
Chuzheng didn't care and let him watch.
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"Brother Yu, do you think Qiao Lin is not right?"
Meng Yu turned around at the front table and talked to Meng Yu.
Qiao Lin used to either sleep in class or write and draw by himself, ignoring what the teacher said.
Meng Yu bit his pen and looked towards Qiao Lin.
He rested his chin with one hand and looked in the direction of the blackboard. His expression was the same as before, and he seemed to be just looking over there bored.
Meng Yu followed his line of sight and saw Chu Zheng standing over the podium.
"Listen to your class." Meng Yu kicked the front desk.
The front desk scratched his head and turned back to continue listening to the class.
Meng Yu looked at Qiao Lin again, and he still maintained that posture.
Chuzheng was no longer on the podium, she walked down, but Qiao Lin did not change.
Meng Yu frowned.
"Meng Yu, what are you doing in class?"
Meng Yu's heart skipped a beat, and as soon as he looked up, he saw Chu Zheng standing beside him at some point, looking at him lightly.
"Tell me what it means."
Meng Yu: "..."
Which sentence
Where did you just talk? !
Meng Yu was fined 20 times for copying, and Meng Yu was so angry that he kicked the desk straight after class.
"Brother Yu, why do I think the female devil is deliberately targeting you?"
Meng Yu gave him a gloomy look.
Also use you to say.
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midnight.
Qiao Hong finished a meeting and listened to a group of people arguing. At this time, he had a severe headache. Thinking that Qiao Lin's troubles had not been resolved, the headache became even worse.
"Qiao Lin is back to school?"
"Yes, Qiao Dong." The assistant in front replied.
"That girl gave me a good deal." Qiao Hong's face was a little gloomy.
The assistant understood what to do, and didn't ask more: "Then Qiao Dong... Do you still need to bring the young master back?"
Qiao Hong thought for a while: "Not for the time being."
He paused: "He lives with that Ruan Chuzheng now?"
"Yes."
"Hmph." Qiao Hong snorted coldly: "This Ruan Chuzheng is also a bit capable, coaxing that stinky boy to the point where he doesn't know the world."
The assistant said cautiously, "Young master hasn't experienced anything yet."
Qiao Hong didn't know what he was thinking, so he didn't answer.
The assistant also closed his mouth.
crunch —
The car stopped abruptly, Qiao Hong's body crooked, and he lost his demeanor.
Qiao Hong, who was in a bad mood at first, was even worse at this time. After sitting up straight, he looked forward.
Not a single car could be seen on the road they were walking on at this time, only the street lamps on both sides were tirelessly illuminating the road, which was inexplicably gloomy.
At this time, in front of them, two cars were parked side by side, blocking the way.
The car is a very common brand, black.
There was a man standing outside the car. He was tall and muscular, the kind who could fight at first glance.
The driver and assistant immediately got out of the car to check.
"What do you do?"
"Mr. Qiao, our boss has a request." The man said gruffly, speaking to Qiao Hong in the car.
The assistant frowned, glanced around, and shouted vigilantly, "Who is your boss?"
This time, stop here.
It's not a good thing by any means.
The assistant quietly touched the phone to make a call.
However, the assistant soon discovered that there was no signal, and the call could not be made at all.
The man over there took two steps forward, neither humble nor arrogant: "Mr. Qiao will know when he arrives, please."
The assistant immediately retreated to the side of the car, pretending to be calm and roaring: "Who are you! What do you want to do!"