Gong Miaomiao trotted all the way until an invisible detour, leaning against the wall, panting.

A little flush rose on her immature cheeks because of the exercise, and there was some pain in her abdomen, she covered it lightly with her hand, biting her lower lip with her teeth, and after a long time, the pain was slightly relieved.

Thinking of the girl who stretched out her hand to her, a complicated look crossed Gong Miaomiao's eyes.

Because of family reasons, her personality is withdrawn and unpleasant, and she usually spends her mind on her grades, and she doesn't know how to socialize with her classmates and friends, so she has always been alone.

Even if she has a problem and is depressed, she has no one to talk to.

The long-term depression has made Gong Miaomiao's heart far more mature than her peers.

Gong Miaomiao stretched out her hand and stared at it in a daze.

Her palms were white, but rough, and if you looked closely, there were small wounds on them.

But the girl's hands just now, the five fingers are like green onions, the skin is fair and delicate, and it looks like she has been pampered by her family since she was a child, which is just the opposite of herself.

Closely, she could hold the girl's hand.

As soon as this thought rose in her mind, Gong Miaomiao shook her head violently.

No way, they won't become friends.

Gong Miao pursed her lips.

The little dress worn by Xia Mian is so delicate and beautiful, like a European royal princess in the sixteenth century.

And in front of her, she is nothing more than a Cinderella.

Cinderella, without fairy magic, will not win the favor of the prince, will not get the opportunity to step into the upper class, and she will not be friends with the glamorous princess.

Even if she is humble to the dust, Gong Miaomiao doesn't want the friendship of others' sympathy and charity.

The girl lowered her head and walked forward step by step.

When she got home, Lin Shuishui and Gong Zicheng were not there, and Gong Miaomiao walked to her room by herself, closed the door, and took out a photo from her schoolbag.

The woman in the photo is holding a child, the woman's appearance is not beautiful, it can only be said to be delicate, and the most important thing is that she has light in her eyes and a warm smile.

Gong Miaomiao touched the woman's face with her fingers, her eyes full of tears.

"Mommy......" she whispered, sobbing sound.

"You tell me, what should I do......" she said.

"What can I do to help you get revenge!" the trembling voice carried a bitter hatred.

Mengzhai –

The girl's voice dissipated into the air.

The suspended ball of light trembled, emitting milky white light and bursts of mournful screams.

Hell is empty, and the devil is on earth.

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Following.

Gong Miaomiao entered the small classroom of the cram school, walked to her seat in silence, and took out the textbook from her school bag.

The only thing Gong Zicheng did with a conscience was that he was not stingy with spending on learning and education, and he probably knew that Gong Miaomiao was his daughter after all, and if he really had any interest in the future, his benefits would not be less.

Moreover, since she was a child, Gong Miaomiao has worked hard in her studies, and Gong Zicheng feels that the money can still be spent.

Lin Shuishui has never been short of money, the conditions of the Lin family are better than those of the Gong family, and she doesn't want Gong Miaomiao's money to go to cram school.

Gong Miaomiao was silently doing her own thing, and the other classmates in the class automatically regarded her as a transparent person.

Only one person is different.

"Miao Miao, can I call you that?" The girl's clear voice sounded in her ears, and Gong Miaomiao's hand moved.

didn't speak, it was a tacit acquiescence.

"Can I sit next to you?" said Xia Mian with a smile.

No one wants to sit with her, the place next to her is empty, Gong Miaomiao is not good at communicating with people, and just wanted to refuse, but Xia Mian had already sat down.

Her lips were slightly open and she closed them again, and she propped her chin in one hand, her head turned a little to the side.

Gong Miaomiao didn't want Xia Mian to find out that she had a wound on her face.

It was when Gong Zicheng hit her when he came home last night, and his chin hit the corner of the coffee table.

There were bruises on her face, and when she went out, she secretly smeared Lin Shuishui's foundation and wanted to cover it, but if she looked closely, she could still see it.

Xia Mian seemed to notice something, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

"Miao Miao, why don't you ignore me?" Xia Mian asked.

"Nope. Gong Miaomiao said, "It's just that I don't like to talk." ”

She had already noticed that someone in the class was watching them whispering, and Xia Mian, who had come from the class, seemed to be very popular.

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