Her ability to bear is very ordinary, and she can't bear such cruelty

Shen Feimo glanced at her, "You don't seem to be very suitable for the profession of a teacher." ”

"Cheng Huan's incident is my fault, I can apologize to her, but I'm just for the class, what did I do wrong?"

What sustained her crying and saying this sentence was the last vestiges of sanity.

She really has the face to speak. Without the protection and indulgence of the class teacher, the small friction between classmates will not turn into school bullying.

"I'll call the police, I'll will-"

"Call the police?" Shen Feimo smiled, "Of course you can, do you need me to call 110 for you?"

In the entire city of A, no one dared to touch Mr. Shen.

For a moment, Mr. Zhang's eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, dim.

"Isn't there a shortage of people in Japan, so let's pack her up and sell her cheaply. Hmm, the profession of a teacher should be able to satisfy many people's bad tastes, and it seems to be quite popular. ”

"Mr. Shen, what should I do with this girl?"

Shen Feimo asked rhetorically, "Are you still alive?"

I didn't die, but I shouldn't be able to live either.

"A lot of medical schools need cadavers for experiments, and a ready-made one should be considered to contribute to medicine. Don't ask me about the rest, you can do it yourself. ”

He left a very desperate sentence, as if nothing had happened, and then just said two words in a faint tone, "Tired." ”

Shen Feimo is very good at ruining other people's lives, he is good at using bloody violence to solve problems, and the case of the disappearance of Ji Yaoyao and the head teacher has never progressed, and in the end, it will not be resolved.

Cheng Huan was sick and bedridden for three days, and during these three days, she would always have the same dream over and over again, the dream was far away, but everything was fine in the dream.

She has always been relatively weak, and this time the high fever is quite serious.

Western medicine is always prone to allergies, so the kitchen specially helped her boil Chinese medicine, which was very bitter and bitter, and she didn't want to drink it anymore after two sips. But Wu's mother insisted that she drink it, saying that she would be cured after drinking, just like coaxing a child.

Cheng Huan secretly carried the medicine bowl into the kitchen, the smell of Chinese herbs spread in the sink, she planned to pour more than half, then drink a small half, and finally a little bit left, and told Mother Wu that she really didn't want to drink it, she would definitely not say anything.

It's a no-brainer to do this - a ghost.

Cheng Huan was caught red-handed by Shen Feimo, he glanced at the medicine residue, and then at Cheng Huan, but did not speak.

But she was a thief and took the initiative to confess, "There is no sugar, and I can't drink it a little." ”

He raised an eyebrow and asked her, "How old are you?"

Only children of seven or eight years old need to take sugar to suppress medicine.

Cheng Huan didn't seem to hear it, and told Shen Feimo very seriously, "Seventeen." ”

Well, it's a kid anyway.

Shen Feimo took the medicine bowl over, Cheng Huan didn't know what he wanted to do, only saw that he actually tasted it himself.

Then he reached out and forcefully pulled her in his direction, leaned over, and pried her lips open, and the next second, the bitter taste spread between his teeth.

Cheng Huan pushed Shen Feimo away and couldn't help but start coughing.

"If I find out again, I'll punish you like that for once. Shen Feimo put the medicine bowl back in her hand again, "Drink it, not a drop is left." ”

Cheng Huan blushed, and then asked Shen Feimo a little curiously, "Don't you feel bitter?"

Shen Feimo: "... That's what you had in your head just now?"

Also, it's not all, she didn't expect that there would be such a medicine, but no matter what Shen Feimo did, it didn't seem strange, because he did everything.

Cheng Huan lowered his head, frowned, and forced himself to take a sip of the medicine, while Shen Feimo leaned on the cupboard, and had no intention of leaving.

Only then did she realize that he finally had another color on his body besides black and white—red.

At the cuffs, there are faint traces, which have long been blurred.

"It's... What?"

Cheng Huan muttered to himself, are your clothes dirty?

He took in the doubt, and then opened his mouth faintly, "It's human blood." ”

The voice was clear and calm.

The hand holding the medicine bowl shook violently.

Shen Feimo smiled, "Scared?"

Cheng Huan didn't speak, according to her impression of him, it wouldn't be his own injury.

Those white and slender hands, with spotless nobility and nobility, are suitable for circulating on the blackboard keys of the piano, and they are also very suitable. Get a gun.

Wu's mother said that this is Mr. Shen's habit, and he has carried this kind of thing with him since he was eighteen years old.

What kind of person is Shen Feimo?

Cheng Huan was stunned, obviously frightened by that sentence, he asked knowingly.

"Lie to you. Shen Feimo leaned over and bit her earlobe, "Drink the medicine, and then go back to the room, my room." ”

Her heart twisted into a crumpled ball, "My illness is not healed yet, I am not feeling well." ”

He brushed her loose hair behind her ears, "Cheng Huan, this is not an excuse. ”

"If I want to do it, you have to do it with me. ”

A heavy lover of smoking, alcohol and sex, medically speaking, it seems to be a mental illness.

Cheng Huan shuddered, he wouldn't be tired of it because he liked her, he just wanted to numb himself.