After school in the afternoon, An Qiyue took the leave slip to the office and gave it to the homeroom teacher, Mr. Ma, before going home. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Rejecting Su Xiaocao's offer to accompany her, An Qiyue walked slowly through the playground to the opposite office building.

The teacher's office in the third section of high school was on the third floor, and An Qiyue stood at the door of the office near the edge of the stairs.

There were only two teachers and a few students in the office, and Mr. Ma was not there.

An Qiyue knocked twice on the door, and a boy took the lead in raising his head, with handsome short hair, black eyebrows, and a pair of eyes Seeing An Qiyue, he paused and took it back.

It's Nancy.

"Come in. A female teacher looked at An Qiyue, "Is there something wrong?" “

"I brought the leave slip to Mr. Ma. An Qiyue raised the leave slip in his hand, but Teacher Ma was not there......

"You put it on his table, and he'll see it." After saying that, she retracted her gaze and said to a few students, "Has it been changed?"

"It's coming. ”

"It's going to be fine. ”

Several students answered.

An Qiyue glanced at a few students, it turned out that they were helping the teacher correct the test papers, and retracted her gaze, she put the leave slip on Teacher Ma's desk.

Just as he wanted to turn around and leave, An Qiyue suddenly swept to the corner of the table and opened an open magazine, and the whole person was like a puppet, stiff.

An Qiyue stretched out his hand in a daze, and in the magazine, the photo of the man wearing a black suit with a white flower pinned to his chest occupied almost the entire cover, and a line of eye-catching red characters read, "Loving wife was funeral yesterday, Han Qianyu was grief-stricken!"

An Qiyue stood stunned, chilling all over, and she clearly heard the sound of her upper and lower teeth fighting.

Love? Grief-stricken?

What a sarcastic word.

Ann July quickly opened the magazine and easily found this report.

It's just that the magazine only mentions the words "Han Qianyu's wife" and "Shen's enterprise" from beginning to end, but it hasn't even written its own name, and even An Qiyue searched for every word and every small picture, and didn't see a single report about his younger brother Shen Zichen.

Ann July closed the magazine.

Yes, this is the most authoritative financial magazine in the magic capital, what is there to report about such a dead person as himself and Shen Zichen, a minor addict and waster?

I'm afraid that the two of them can't be worth half of Han Qianyu's hand now.

"Is there anything else you have to do?" The female teacher couldn't help but say when she saw An Qiyue standing still in a daze.

Nancy looked up, and he seemed to see Ann Qiyue's body stiffening with her back to them.

"Uh, no. An Qiyue put down the magazine and smoothed the corner of the book that he pinched Zou because he was too hard, "I'm sorry." An Qiyue lowered his head and walked out of the office with a slightly stiff footsteps.

At this time, the sunset red clouds on the horizon rolled, and even the whole world seemed to be dyed with blood, Nancy watched An Qiyue step by step into the glow outside the door, I don't know why my heart seemed to twitch, I always felt that the back of the whole girl had a bleak taste.

Nancy's eyes flickered and landed on the desk beside him, on which was a magazine with a handsome and elegant cover, who had stepped out of a black limited-edition Bentley with a white flower pinned to his chest, and a number of attendants around him were shielding him from reporters who kept pressing the shutter.

This is Han Qianyu, the chairman of the Shen Group.

Nancy recognized him at a glance.

"What are you looking at!" The girl on the side followed Nancy's gaze and found Han Qianyu on the cover of the magazine, "Wow, so handsome!" The girl couldn't help but exclaim.

"That's almost done, I still have something to do, I'll leave the rest to you. Nancy said hello to the teacher, picked up her bag and walked out.

"Hey, where are you going. The girl shouted, but Nancy's figure had disappeared outside the door.

Maybe even he didn't notice it, his steps were a little hurried, he went down to the third floor, walked through the playground, and when he saw An Qiyue's thin figure in the distance, his steps gradually slowed down, and he followed her unhurriedly.

An Qiyue hugged the computer bag on his chest tightly, and his steps staggered a little.

There was a burst of nausea in her stomach, as if she had just swallowed a pound of coptis, and even her gall was bitter, but she wanted to vomit but she endured it.

Yesterday turned out to be "her" funeral!

Yes, "she" has been dead for several days, and the funeral should have taken place.

It's just that she clutched her chest, and her heart was beating fast, and she knew that it was unwilling.

Yes, unwillingly, unwilling to be used as a tool for acting by that man.

Even if she died, he wouldn't let her go!

She really didn't expect that the man killed herself with his own hands, but in the blink of an eye, he could pretend to be extremely affectionate, it was really hateful, hateful!

"Be careful!" At the gate of the school, a bicycle came from afar, but An Qiyue didn't seem to see it and was about to hit it head-on, Nancy couldn't help but shout, trotted a few steps and dragged An Qiyue.

Ann July was pulled back a few steps by Nancy and fell into a warm embrace.

An Qiyue raised his eyes, and his ancient well-like eyes were like boundless dark nights at this time, and the wind was rising, like a sharpened knife tip, exuding a sharp aura.

"You," Nancy froze, he had never seen such a look in his eyes, so silent, and, so desperate.

An Qiyue lowered her eyes, and when she raised her eyes again, she couldn't see any trace of emotional fluctuations, "Thank you, eh, I'm sorry." Ann struggled for a moment.

Nancy came back to her senses and let go of Ann July, "I'm sorry, I just ......"

"It's okay, I should thank you, or I'd have been hit by a car. An Qiyue thanked him heartily, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

I don't know what's going on, Nancy only felt empty in her arms at this time, thinking of the softness in her arms just now, Nancy couldn't help blushing, "I'm Nancy from the first class of high school, it's nice to meet you." “

Nancy held out her hand.

In the sunlight, the slender and white hands glowed with a layer of warm fluorescence.

An Qiyue blinked his eyes and stretched out his right hand, "I'm An Qiyue from the second class of the third year of high school, hello." “

The two looked at each other and smiled.

"The car is coming. A bus came from far and near, and Nancy took Ann Qiyue's computer bag, "Run!"

An Qiyue was stunned for a moment and came back to her senses, trotting behind Nancy, and when the two ran to the bus stop, the car just stopped.

Nancy waited at the door, and only followed Ann Qiyue when he got into the car.

The door closes behind you.

"There's a place in the back. There were just two seats side by side near the back of the car door, and the two sat down before Nancy handed the computer bag to Ann Qiyue.

"Thank you. An Qiyue sat in the window seat, just now because he was chasing the bus and running a little fast, at this time his breathing was a little short, Nancy glanced at An Qiyue, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously had a smile.

The two chatted casually in the car, and after half an hour, Ann got off the bus, and Nancy had not yet arrived.

Nancy waved at An Qiyue outside the car door, watching her turn around slowly, the bus was moving fast, and soon, An Qiyue's figure disappeared, replaced by the constantly changing street scene outside the window.

Nancy sat up straight and glanced at the empty position beside him, in fact, he couldn't remember An Qiyue's appearance at this time, because that face was indeed too ordinary, but somehow, her amazing eyes were deeply engraved in his mind, making him can't help but want to get closer and find out.