The anger that was hovering over my head was extinguished in an instant.
The rough pad of his thumb gently stroked her face, "Wen Qiao, you must keep your word. There will only be you in my arms, and you can't let anyone else hold you."
Wen Qiao nodded solemnly: "Yes."
After thinking for a while, he said, "What about my younger brother? My younger brother shouldn't be considered someone else, right?"
Fu Nanli squinted his eyes and looked at her.
"Don't be so harsh, he's my brother."
The man looked unhappy.
Wen Qiao's cheeks puffed up, and she pulled his sleeves: "My younger brother is definitely not someone else."
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On the rooftop of the boys' dormitory, the night wind in late August was not that hot. Zhuang Yan bought a bunch of cans of beer, sat on the rooftop, leaned against the wall, drinking and watching the videos saved on his mobile phone.
This video was probably taken by one of her admirers, and the focus was only on her the entire time.
Those stubborn, tearful eyes always lingered in his mind.
He noticed her when high school started.
After all, she is the most beautiful girl in the school. Not only is she good-looking, but she is also tall and has excellent grades. While other boys like pure girls, he always secretly looks at her.
However, less than a month after the start of school and just after the military training ended, rumors about Wen Qiao's chaotic private life spread all over the school.
Now it's too late to know that those were rumors.
When he heard those words, he was extremely angry and felt that he had given his love to the wrong person. He mocked and slandered Wen Qiao even more to distance himself from his previous ridiculous love.
When he was assigned to a class in his second year of high school, he was secretly overjoyed, but he still looked cold on the surface.
When he received the love letter she had carefully written, he wondered why she didn't slip it to him secretly, but instead asked someone else to give it to him in public.
So many people were looking at him, staring at him, and he always showed his disgust for her on his face. Did he have any other choice except throwing the love letter into the trash can
He didn't.
He threw the love letter away and added, 'Wen Qiao, she doesn't deserve it'.
The young man's self-esteem did him a lot of harm.
She was right, he had trampled her self-esteem.
I regretted day and night, regretting hurting her, but we were drifting apart and there was no way to go back.
Zhuang Yan looked at the bright and charming girl whose veil was blown away by the wind in the video and murmured in a low voice, "Why didn't I verify those rumors at the beginning?"
Why did he believe it
If he didn't believe it, would the ending be different now
But there is no if, she no longer loves him, she falls in love with someone else.
When he came to his senses and wanted to pursue her, she threw herself into the arms of another man without looking back.
The Central Conservatory of Music forum became active again that night.
There are two tall buildings in the forum, one belongs to Xu Lu, and all the boys recommend her to be the new campus belle.
This post took four days to write, with a total of sixty pages and nearly six thousand comments.
The other tall building belongs to Wen Qiao.
The comments started building up during her performance that night, and there were nearly a hundred pages and ten thousand comments in one night.
When Xu Lu saw Wen Qiao's discussion post, jealousy started to take over again, but Wen Qiao had clearly warned her. Thinking of Wen Qiao in the alley that night, she shuddered unconsciously.
I dare not provoke her openly, nor do I dare to do anything secretly.
I don’t know what kind of hacker Wen Qiao hooked up with, he could even decipher her voice changer video, so it probably shouldn’t be difficult to find her by following her IP address.
There was another post that went viral that night.
(End of this chapter)