Good news! The host was loved by the Lord God at first sight

"Leave far away."

Sang Yu's disgusted voice sounded, and she carefully held Jiang Wan in her arms.

The teacher next to him couldn't help but cough.

"cough!"

I know you two are such a sweet couple, but I dare not say it.

But Prince, could you please restrain yourself a little?

How can we catch premature love in school when it is so blatant? !

Yun Rou collapsed to the ground dejectedly, and no one came to help her.

She suddenly screamed, "It's all your fault, Jiang Wan! It's all your fault!"

"If it weren't for you, I would still be that high-ranking, sought-after school beauty. It's all because of you!"

"If it weren't for you, everyone's eyes would only be on me, and Sang Yu would only be mine!"

Jiang Wan watched her go crazy coldly and remained silent.

Xiao Xing said quickly, "Host! She is so shameless. Fragment didn't even glance at her. She was just talking nonsense."

"I know."

Jiang Wan glanced sideways and saw Sang Yu looking at her, with a love in his eyes that she was very familiar with.

Sang Yu held her hand tightly and squeezed it.

Then all the gentleness on his face faded away, and he finally gave Yun Rou a look full of disgust and a sneer.

"I don't know what I did to give Yun the illusion that he wanted to slander my innocence in front of my girlfriend."

Changing the subject, he mercilessly exposed Yun Rou's last fig leaf.

"As for what Mr. Yun wants, I'm sure you know it very well."

Yun Rou's face turned pale in an instant.

She had to admit that Sang Yu was right.

Her mother had advised her not to go to the point of no return before she regretted it.

She stubbornly refused to listen and even despised the woman for being short-sighted and weak.

Finally, the woman left her too.

She ended up being deserted by everyone.

Yun Rou suddenly laughed softly, and her throat felt like it was filled with a handful of rough sand.

"Jiang Wan, I don't think I'm wrong."

"I lost to you. I am inferior to you in skills. I admit defeat."

Yun Rou closed her eyes resignedly and accepted everything.

.

"Sangyu."

Jiang Wan tugged at his hand and called him softly.

"let's go."

"it is good."

Sang Yu didn't ask her why and took her away from the backcourt.

Someone will take care of the rest.

When I walked out of the venue, I found that it was snowing outside.

It seldom snows in the south.

The snow came without any warning. It was a warm and sunny morning, but it started snowing in the evening.

"It must be that the immortal was so drunk that he crushed the white clouds into pieces."

Jiang Wan stretched out her hand, and a piece of white snow melted in her palm.

"Sang Yu, it's snowing."

Jiang Wan blinked and murmured.

"Ah."

"Let's go home, okay? Sweetie."

Her body was embraced in a warm embrace, and Sang Yu leaned against her shoulder and sighed softly.

There is a saying that is quite true: the first reaction when you like someone must be heartache.

"Let's go home, sweetie."

Jiang Wan nodded and let him lead the way obediently.

"go home."

In the heavy snow, the figures of the two gradually disappeared into blurry dots, and then disappeared.

Sang Yu didn't ask her why she behaved abnormally that day.

Everyone has pain in their heart that they don't want to talk about. If she wants to tell him, she will take the initiative to speak; if she doesn't want to say it, he won't ask.

Heart medicine needs to be treated with heart medicine.

He just needs to stay with her, over time, and slowly heal her wounds in his own way.

Yunrou eventually dropped out of school on her own initiative.

Good deeds will be rewarded and evil deeds will be punished. She paid the price for the bad things she did.

Mr. Sang later found Jiang Wan and introduced her to other gentlemen in the Chinese studies community.

After a hiatus of more than a hundred years, poetry recitation has finally been restored.

Jiang Wan became the inheritor of poetry culture.

The New Year is coming soon, and Jiang Wan is going back to his hometown with his father.

After listening to Jiang Wan's words, Father Jiang contacted Grandpa Jiang and Grandma Jiang.

How deep can the hatred between parents and children be?

Over the years, the son left his hometown with his granddaughter, and the two old people regretted forcing their son to leave.

Once the words were spoken, the suppressed homesickness began to flow out.

Sang Yu had no choice but to reluctantly ask the girl out the day before she was leaving.

He held her in his arms, and tenderly treated her, before letting her go.