Bizarre Love

Chapter 106 Rainy Night (3)

He Junming sent it [Brother Ninja, you are in No.7 Middle School, do you want me to drive your car here? 】

None of them are at school, just wandering outside.

Jiang Ren's fingers are fast [don't worry about it]

After waiting for the lights in the teaching building to go out one after another, he told Meng Wen, Let's go, little teacher, school is over.

Meng Ting also knew that waiting was not an option. Shu Yang couldn't find her, and Shu's father was probably still at work.

She had no choice but to follow Jiang Ren out of classroom 101.

Jiang Ren locked the door, then glanced at her, and began to take off his T-shirt.

Meng Ting vaguely guessed what kind of monster he was going to be, and his scalp was numb: What are you doing!

He clicked his tongue: Send you home.

He also only has such a dress.

Jiang Ren's movements are very neat, the T-shirt will disappear when he takes it off, the young man has a strong physique, his arms are strong and beautiful, and he has eight-pack abs.

His waistline is narrow, but he is full of strength at first glance.

Jiang Ren put the clothes on her head: Okay, let's go.

Meng Ting blushed: I don't want this, can you get dressed? She was about to pull the clothes off her head.

He held it down, very domineering: What's the matter, I still dislike it, I haven't smoked for a long time, and I change my clothes every day, clean.

Meng heard: No, I don't dislike him. The clothes smelled like him, not fragrant, but full of hormones.

Why did she cover his clothes and run with him in the rain? It's silly, the clothes can only cover the hair, and the body doesn't have to get wet.

He was taller than her, and when she raised her eyes, she saw his strong chest.

Isn't he ashamed?

Meng Ting reasoned with him: It's useless, the rain is too heavy, you still have to get wet.

He pressed her fidgeting hand: Fuck, can you be more obedient?

He covered her little head with clothes, and Meng Ting was covered with only one pair of eyes, crazy you.

He said ferociously: I say yes. Then he dragged her away.

Meng Ting was furious. After running a few steps, the clothes were indeed wet, sticking to the waistline, and the sky was illuminated by lightning. Meng Ting wanted to beat this bastard to death: I said it was useless, but you still don't believe me. Let me go.

Jiang Ren didn't let go, the rain dripped down his shoulders.

He held her warmly in his palm.

He still remembers when he quit smoking because of a coat that smelled of cigarettes.

There was only the sound of raindrops around, but he felt extremely happy.

He did it.

I really don't want to smoke anymore.

The clean T-shirt she wore without the smell of cigarettes was the result of his unbearable and irritated exchange. Quitting smoking is not easy, just like his illness, but at this moment he believes that he can really get better slowly.

As long as she is close.

Meng Ting was still struggling, and her voice was annoyed: Don't pull me, I can go by myself. She said angrily, If you don't let go, you will have to do thirty math problems next week.

Jiang Ren laughed so hard, damn it.

Thirty math problems.

He turns around.

The boy's bare chest was right in front of her eyes, and he was so close that her ears were red, she pulled off her clothes, and covered her eyes.

You think I really want to go to university, Meng Ting.

Is not it?

In the darkness, the air smelled like him.

I don't like school, I don't like tutoring, I don't like studying, and I don't want to go to university.

She blinks.

She has been well-behaved since she was a child, and she can't understand why he doesn't like anything. If you don't like it, why are you still reading?

He pulled the clothes on top of her head, revealing her watery and shy eyes under the night.

With a smile in his eyes: I don't even know the questions you asked.

She was a little dazed. No, he did it so seriously, as if he would. The homework paper is also full every time. She even thought he was so pitiful before, how can someone be so stupid. No matter how you teach it, you can’t teach it.

Jiang Ren smiled: Why do you think I spend hours writing nonsense every day?

Meng Ting's heart was pounding.

The rain wet her eyelashes, and he wiped them gently: Because I wrote it, I can see you next time.