After school that night, Fan Xuezhi carried He An'an's schoolbag, and the two walked side by side to the outside of the teaching building, out of the door of the teaching building. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Seeing that the exit of the teaching building behind him was getting farther and farther away, Fan Xuezhi didn't leave, and reached out to hug He An'an, and the two of them pressed their foreheads against their foreheads and whispered.

Song Liang stared dead in the direction of the visitor, the whole person was about to be burned by the fire of anger and jealousy, his hands hanging by his side were clenched into fists, the back of his hands was stretched out of bulging veins, his face was hideous, and his heart was sour, astringent, and turbulent anger.

He waited quietly, intending to strike a fatal blow at the unsuspecting arrival.

The people who came walked very slowly, from far to near, and from Song Liang's point of view, it was faintly unreal.

Song Liang held his breath and tried to hide himself, surrounded by the chill of the night outside.

When the person approached, he saw that it was indeed a man and a woman, the two were close together, and they were talking in a whisper, and they were passing through the air slowly, and it sounded hazy and vague.

Song Liang was motionless, staring at each other with a pair of thief spirit eyes, slowly bending down, ready to rush out and pounce on the other party at any time.

The two of them got closer and closer, until they were completely exposed under Song Liang's nose.

Those two figures, one tall and one short, one with broad shoulders and strong feet, the other with a slender posture, revealing half of their side faces in the moonlight, who else could it be if it wasn't He Anan and Fan Xuezhi?

Song Liang watched He An'an and Fan Xuezhi's figures overlap together, talking in a low voice, and his mood was depressed to an incomprehensible level for a while, as long as he thought of He An'an's beautiful face that had always disgusted him, and was smiling sweetly at Fan Xuezhi, he couldn't wait to tear Fan Xuezhi directly to resolve the hatred in his heart.

Song Liang's eyes shot a bloodthirsty light, his teeth chattered, he leaned forward, intending to give Fan Xuezhi a fatal blow, he had to kick the little Xiaozhi hanging on Fan Xuezhi's body, making him regret getting together with He Anan for the rest of his life.

Fan Xuezhi and He An'an whispered a few words, hugged each other and walked deeper, diagonally opposite the single parallel bars position is a row of protective forests, a long slippery poplar is straight and straight, and there is a thick layer of fallen leaves on the ground, rustling on it.

Song Liang followed far behind, he deliberately moved two steps to the side, tiptoeing, stepping on the fallen leaves step by step, for fear of making too much noise to alarm the two of them.

Song Liang didn't plan to directly confront Fan Xuezhi, he now adheres to a kind of psychology of catching traitors, he wants to get both the stolen goods, and then clean up Fan Xuezhi fiercely, and humiliate He Anan by the way.

He just wanted to let himself see He An's prodigal side clearly, so that he could let go of the thoughts in his heart that he was too obsessed with this person.

Fan Xuezhi and He Anan quickly hid in the rows of trees in front of them, Song Liang paused, estimated the time in his heart, and then leaned over step by step with his breath.

"Song Liang!" Suddenly, a deliberately muffled woman's voice came from a short distance behind him.

Song Liang's body trembled violently, subconsciously looked up into the depths of the woods, and hurriedly turned his head to look behind him.

After the man screamed, he paused, and after a while, he called tentatively again: "Song Liang? Is that you? ”

Song Liang was dumbfounded, stunned in place and didn't know what to do, he never expected that someone would come to catch a mantis cicada and yellow finch behind, who is this person? Actually stalking him!

"Song Liang?" The soul-like voice of the visitor was getting closer and closer, and it was obvious that it had already touched it.

Song Liang really couldn't stay this time, he couldn't care about the people behind him for a while, and hurriedly ran to the depths of the woods, afraid that Fan Xuezhi and He Anan would also hear the movement, and he was worried that the two of them would sneak away.

Song Liang went to catch Fan Xuezhi and He An'an, he ran, his feet were heavy on the thick fallen leaves, and he made a loud noise.

"Song Liang!" The man behind him suddenly raised his voice, and with unconcealed joy in his tone, he even chased after him quickly.

Song Liang hurriedly ran to the woods, and just ran to the edge of a half-human-thick poplar tree, when suddenly a black shadow flashed in front of him, and he didn't have time to dodge, and was hit on the shoulder with a stick on his head.

Song Liang was hit too hard this time, and the other party obviously used too much force, so he heard a click, and the wooden stick broke alive.

Song Liang fell to the ground with a stumble, and before he could react, he was smashed into the door with an iron fist with a big wrist.

He fell backwards almost reflexively, not wanting the man to really hit him in the face at all, and with a gesture, he hammered directly into his stomach, through a thin layer of skin and flesh, as if the whole stomach had been smashed.

His eyes were black in pain.

The other party was completely exposed from behind the tree, the man had his back to the moonlight, his broad shoulders looked particularly strong in the night, he casually threw down the school uniform jacket and covered Song Liang's waist and legs, and then a long leg was raised high and fell quickly, his legs and feet swept out of the fierce wind, and he kicked his head and face through the school uniform jacket on the side of Song Liang's waist and legs.

In the extremely dim light, Song Liang identified the person through the outline, this person was ruthless to him, every time he wanted to crush his bones and scatter ashes, who else could he be so disgusted with him, who else could he tear his hands apart.

Song Liang pestered He An'an for three days, making his heart go down for so long, and if he didn't clean up the people, could this matter be over?

This kid dared to write with a highlighter pen on the playground to confess to He An'an under the noses of the whole school, and the scandal was spreading.

He even dared to stand at the door of the class openly and call An An, and the word An An was also what he could call if he wanted to? This man is simply tired and crooked!

Fan Xuezhi easily didn't make a move, once he made a move, it was a ruthless job to defeat the enemy, not to kill and maim people, at least to let the other party have a long memory, and he couldn't forget this lesson for the rest of his life.

Fan Xuezhi greeted Song Liang mercilessly with his legs and feet, Song Liang was in pain, and a dull and suppressed wail came out of his mouth.

"Who? Song Liang? Are you okay! A girl came not far away.

Fan Xuezhi finally kicked Song Liang in the stomach, and when he heard him snort in pain, he reached out and picked up the school uniform shirt, and lowered his voice to warn: "Song Liang, if you dare to pester He An'an in the future, I will make you regret being by your father in the first place!" ”

Fan Xuezhi turned his head and ran into the depths of the woods, and the rustling footsteps quickly disappeared into the distance.

Song Liang was beaten, and only then did he react, he was resentful, and scolded with a loud voice: "Fan Xuezhi! Your special mother is waiting for Lao Tzu! Paralysis! You!...... Your mother's back! (To be continued.) )