After evening self-study, Fen Qiao walked out of the classroom alone with a bag on her back, her back was straight, her white knee-high socks and black leather shoes were spotless, she was still proud, but her figure was very slender, and there was a sense of fragility that could be broken at the touch of a button.

"Jojo." He couldn't help but call her.

Fen Qiao turned around, "He Kun? She smiled slightly, "Thank you, I've troubled you these days, I spent a lot of money on you, I have money now, I'll give it back to you." She raised her purse.

"Okay." He Kun took a few steps and walked to a row with Fen Qiao.

"Here's for you." His palm was spread out and was a beautiful sour plum wrapped in a glass of candy paper.

"Don't give me candy all the time, it looks like I'm naïve." She pursed the corners of her mouth in disgust, but her eyes were pleasant, curved like a crescent moon, Fen Qiao opened the candy paper and put it in her mouth, and took a deep breath, the white mist was particularly obvious under the street lamp.

Maybe it's because she feels much more comfortable after beating someone to vent, Fen Qiao is not as dull as a few days ago, He Kun told her some funny jokes, and she also laughed with face.

It's just that as soon as he left the school gate, the corners of Fenqiao's mouth collapsed again.

Fenqiao's car was parked outside the school gate. The car used to be picked up by her father every day, and after her father's death, it had been sealed in the zài garage, but today I don't know who drove it out.

She rushed forward angrily, knocked on the driver's seat window, and before the window fell, she opened her mouth and asked, "Who allowed you to drive this car!" ”

The person in the driver's seat looked very honest, and Fen Qiao scolded him and only replied to her, "Ms. Gao asked me to pick you up from school, she rented you a small apartment nearby, and the things have been moved." ”

The family's house is in the east of the city, the school is in the west of the city, no one sends her to school, she will have to come out to live sooner or later, which is also proposed by herself, but now Fen Qiao's heart is becoming more and more uncomfortable.

Mom really didn't want to be dragged down by her for a long time.

He clenched his fists and sat in the back seat. After getting in the car, Fen Qiao didn't say a word.

The distance is not far, only ten minutes to the apartment, until before getting off the car, Fen Qiao said the first sentence after getting in the car: "You sue her, I don't care which car she drives, only this one is not allowed to move, this is my father's car!" ”

The apartment is a duplex, and the things have indeed been moved, and half of the clothes, skirts and shoes have been picked up and taken from the family, and it can be seen that Gao Ling personally cleaned it up.

The house is very large, and Fen Qiao lives alone and is a little empty.

There was a late-night snack made by the part-time worker in the restaurant, and a note was left, and people didn't know where they went.

Fenqiao had no appetite, she took off her coat and lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling for a while before realizing that she really wanted to live alone.

Fen Qiao got up, ran to the living room and turned on the TV, the sound was turned on to the maximum, she felt a little safer, watching the stars in the variety show laughing, but Fen Qiao couldn't find where the laughter was.

It was really boring, Fen Qiao changed the channel sullenly, and simply fell on the sofa and slept until dawn.

On the last day of the first semester of the third year of junior high school, the final exam results of the third grade were released, and Fen Qiao's grades fell directly from the top of the grade to the middle of the ordinary class.

The ranking list was surrounded by the voices of classmates talking, and Fen Qiao's ears were a little buzzing.

"Jojo? Jojo! ”

"Huh?" Someone called Fen Qiao several times before she reacted, she concealed and hurriedly turned her head to answer, there was no sentence to talk to her classmates, it didn't seem to be too affected by the grades, only Fen Qiao knew that her palms were cold sweat.

Before she knew it, her grades had become so bad that she couldn't even compare to Lu Xiyao.

Why? Fen Qiao felt a little sour under his eyes.

She was concentrating every day and wanted to listen to the lectures, but for some reason, she couldn't help but think about other things. She wanted to grab something, but when she picked it up, it was always empty or useless to her.

There are sweet love songs on the school radio, and Fen Qiao is inexplicably irritable.

After the love song ended, someone confessed on the radio.

Fen Qiao didn't react, just stared at the ranking list in a daze. When everyone's eyes were focused on her, Fen Qiao realized something, and grabbed his name in the words on the radio, and she was the heroine who was confessed on the radio.

Some people in the crowd began to coax, and many people who didn't know Fen Qiao also found her ranking on the grade red list.

Fen Qiao is not lacking in popularity in the grade because of her delicate and beautiful appearance and excellent grades, but at this moment, standing in front of the red list, this popularity makes her extremely embarrassed.

Fen Qiao bit her lower lip, her mood became more and more irritable, and she pushed aside the crowd and returned to the classroom without looking back.

There are only a few people left in the classroom, and there is still a beautifully packaged sour plum on the table, and there is a thick pile of class notes under the sour plum.

The table at the back table was empty.

Fen Qiao held the beautiful sour plum tightly and was silent for a long time.

……

Gao Ling has officially moved into her second husband's house. It's just that Fen Qiao doesn't admit that it's his stepfather, and he doesn't call people when he meets him occasionally, so he doesn't say a word coldly. She has never been to Gao Ling's new home once, and she has been reviewing and reading at home all winter vacation.

It wasn't until the eve of Chinese New Year's Eve that Gao Ling personally drove to pick up Fenqiao.

Fenqiao didn't want to go at all, but he didn't want to spend Chinese New Year's Eve alone, and his father was still Chinese New Year's Eve when he last year......

She frowned and let Gao Ling help her pack her luggage. Some hated that their position was not firm and half-pushed, but when they thought of being alone in this big empty house on the night of the New Year, they couldn't help but shiver.

……

On the day she arrived at Feng's house, it was just in time for Feng's year-end party, and Gao Ling insisted that she attend. I prepared a skirt and shoes, and let her change them as soon as I arrived at Feng's house.

Feng's year-end party was at the Hyatt Regency Hotel in the center of Diancheng City, where the company rented an entire floor.

Fen Qiao's father used to be a senior manager in the Feng family's company, and it was her father who brought Fen Qiao here today last year, but after a year, she completely changed her identity.

Gao Ling took her to wander among the people, and everyone said flattering words to Feng An's new wife very face-savingly, but there was imperceptible disdain in their eyes.

After all, everyone knows that her last husband had only been dead for three months.

Gao Ling noticed it, but he didn't show his discomfort at all.

She has had countless suitors in her life, she is very discerning, and she did choose the best one, Fen Qiao's father as her home.

But no one can predict the ups and downs of life, she loves Fenqiao's father, but she can't accept falling from a height and becoming a pitiful object in the eyes of everyone.

She admits her selfishness.

……

When everyone pushed the cup and changed the lamp, Fen Qiao was out of breath.

The eyebrows are wrinkled, and he is full of displeasure.

The new leather shoes are beautiful, but they don't fit at all, and Fenqiao's feet hurt.

Gao Ling bought her shoes according to the habit of a year ago, one size smaller. The shoes that Dad bought would never be like this, and thinking of this, Fen Qiao was even more irritable.

While Gao Ling was talking to someone, he quietly ran to the rooftop outside the hall with his skirt. The wind on the rooftop is very strong, and the cold is not good, but because of this

Not a single one came out. Next to it is a transparent flower room, the flower room is not locked, and it is very warm inside.

Fen Qiao was relieved to find a swing chair and liberated her feet from her shoes, there were already two blood blisters on her heels, she reached out and touched them gently, she was in pain, her heart was wronged, and her eyes couldn't help but turn red.

I couldn't help but think about the blood blisters on my feet, and sat cross-legged looking at my phone to pass the time. In front of the swing chair, a lush wisteria is coiled over a flower stand, completely covering the entire chair.

There was a sound at the door of the rooftop, and Fen Qiao impatiently poked out half of his head from behind the vine flower, and was instantly frozen.

Gao Ling's second husband, Feng An and his beautiful female assistant came in from the door with a kiss, and the kiss was so intense that they didn't expect that there would be someone on the rooftop.

Fen Qiao had never seen such a scene, her ears were red, and the hand of the beautiful female assistant went down the hem of her shirt and into Feng An's pants.

Fen Qiao couldn't stand it for a second, and she was about to stand up on the ground, but she was blindfolded by a pair of big hands.

"Don't look at this, kids." The young male voice sounded in her ears, deliberately muffled, but still loud, very good, with a smile, like the water of a babbling stream. The voice was very close, and it was said in Fen Qiao's ear

Fen Qiao was startled by the unfamiliar voice.

But the gas made the ears hot and itchy. Fen Qiao's heart is also a little hairy.

She quietly wanted to put her feet back in her shoes, and she also learned to keep her voice low, "You are a child, I didn't want to see it!" ”

The gently fluttering eyelashes swept over Gu Yan's palm, which was very comfortable.

The white soles of his feet thought he was groping for his shoes on the ground unconsciously, and his ten toes were delicate and cute.

What a beloved child of God, Gu Yan sighed in his heart, but his eyes were smiling.

Receiving no response, Fen Qiao continued to lower his voice, "Who are you?" I'm not going to look at it, you let go first.

The eyes brightened, Fen Qiao looked back through the light exposed in the hall, the man's suit was meticulously neat, his hair was short and neat, and the other facial features were hard and handsome, with a kind of compelling extravagance, only the lines of the eyes were very beautiful, and the folds of the double eyelids were particularly deep, which did not match, but there was an inexplicable attraction.

"Is that you?" Fen Qiao found this person in his memory, He Kun's little uncle.

Maybe it was the dim light that softened his facial features, and he didn't look as deep as that day, nor did he have that awe-inspiring feeling.

Fen Qiao was also interested in saying a few words to him, "Why are you here?" I didn't see you just now? ”

Gu Yan naturally attended as a shareholder of the Feng family.

Also last year, he bought some shares of Feng's piecemeal, and now he is a major shareholder. He didn't have to come tonight, but the thought that this would be Feng's last year-end party made him a little interested.

The party was really unexpectedly boring, he couldn't help but come out to breathe, but he didn't expect that it was this moment of kung fu, and he encountered a fragrant scene, of course, there was also - a child.

"Of course you didn't see me, because I'm over there." Fen Qiao followed his hand and saw that it was pitch black, and the lights of the banquet were completely uncovered, no wonder she didn't notice it.

The two at the door were still kissing inseparably, and they couldn't get out for a while.

He turned his head again and waited quietly.

Fen Qiao couldn't tell whether he was angry or gloating more when he saw the scene just now. Gao Ling thought that she had regained the support for the rest of her life, and even abandoned her, but what did she get in exchange?

Maybe a little more schadenfreude, because Fen Qiao found himself feeling an indescribable thrill of revenge in his heart.

Fen Qiao thought about things, his eyes were bright, like beautiful glass beads, Gu Yan's heart was itchy, and he wanted to reach out to touch it, but he still suppressed it.

The dog man and woman at the door kept warm for more than twenty minutes before returning to the hall, and Fen Qiao waited like crazy to straighten his sore waist and stuff his feet into his shoes.

It's just that I didn't feel it after wearing it for a long time before, but now I put it back in suddenly, and the two blood bubbles squeezed painfully, and when I took it off, my heels were already full of blood, and the blood blisters were broken.

Fenqiao didn't like to walk since she was a child, and her father often gave her custom-made shoes as gifts. The shoes fit well, there were almost no calluses on her feet, and the first time she had blood blisters, it hurt so much that she shed tears.

Gu Yan also felt that the blood bubbles were eye-catching, his feet were white and tender, and the bleeding was particularly shocking.

The little girl's eyes were filled with tears, and she looked very pitiful.

After a moment, he leaned down, "Come up, I'll carry you." ”

Seeing Fen Qiao's surprised gaze, Gu Yan realized what he had done.

He has never been a sympathetic person, he has never done such a thing of pity and pity, no, he is still a little girl.

However, he did whatever he wanted, and he didn't regret it, and then said, "Don't forget it." ”

"Thanks, but I can still go." Fen Qiao held it reservedly.

She is a person who eats face, and of course it is impossible for her to agree to let someone who is still a stranger carry it without a figure - although the last time she was sick, he was also seen by him, and he has long lost face to talk about.

Hard-nosed to tuck his feet back into his shoes, he took a few graceful steps, and fluttered—

I tripped over a vine trellis.