Wang Jiaci's words made my old face blush, and I turned my head a little embarrassed at the moment.

To be honest, it's okay for me to be bullied and bullied by that Yang Wei, but if I watch him do something to Wang Jiaci in front of me, I really can't be indifferent.

I hate men who can beat women, not to mention that Yang Wei is a person I hate even if he doesn't beat women.

I was silent for a while, then turned my head again, pretended to look at Wang Jiaci and said

"Alright, you go in and buy paint, I..." I'm home too. ”

Unexpectedly, Wang Jiaci quickly shook his head when he heard me say this, and said

"No, no, you have to wait for me, and when I'm done picking, you can send me back to school!" ”

I asked, a little surprised, with a strange look on my face

"Didn't you just insist on donating a sum of money to the taxi industry?" Why do you want me to send you now? ”

As a result, Wang Jiaci looked unreasonable and said

"I've changed my mind now~ Anyway, you have to send me back." ”

After saying this, she didn't give me a chance to speak again, turned her head and walked directly into the stationery store.

I looked at her figure for a moment, then sighed, parked the car and walked to the store.

In fact, even if she didn't say it, I could more or less feel what she meant.

After all, something so unpleasant just happened, maybe it will make me feel better if you spend a little more time with me.

I don't know if Wang Jiaci really thinks so in his heart, but at this time my heart is indeed a little moved.

When I entered the stationery store, I saw that Wang Jiaci had already walked aside, looking down and selecting paints.

A scumbag like me is very new to stationery stores, and I can't even remember the last time I bought a pen.

But I'm pretty good, I guess some people can't remember the last time they wrote.

I stepped forward, looked at it pretendedly, and didn't dare to speak.

At this time, Wang Jiaci picked up a box of paints very professionally and looked at it over and over, and suddenly smiled weirdly at me and said

"Okay, just buy it.."

I was a little stunned when I saw her good-looking smile, and after being stunned for a moment, I couldn't help but ask

"What are you laughing at?" Aren't these all the same, do you still need to pick? ”

Wang Jiaci quickly shook his head and said

"Of course it's different, you have to pick something that has a fate with you, so that you can draw it well~"

I didn't expect her to say that, so I looked at her in surprise and spoke again after a while

"I really believe that you are studying art now, do the students in your art class have such a deep level of thought?" ”

Wang Jiaci listened to my words and gave me an angry look, didn't say anything more, turned around and walked to the boss to settle the account.

I followed, and when I walked out of the door of the stationery store, Wang Jiaci turned around again, looked at me and said

"Xiao Xiaoming, don't you believe in fate? ”

I was stopped by her question, and I didn't know how to answer her for a while.

Seeing that I didn't speak, she tilted her head again and added

"In this world, two people without fate will not meet... And it's not just about people, it's about a lot of things."

While talking, Wang Jiaci leaned in front of me, opened the transparent paint packaging box and said

"Look, there's a wrong bag of paint in it, there's two purples, and I just touched it, so... This is a kind of fate~"

Her words made me look down at her hand, and sure enough, there were two purples in this box of paint.

At this time, Wang Jiaci took one out of his hand and handed it to me

"Being known is also a kind of fate, and this is given to you.."

Looking at the purple paint in her hand, I suddenly remembered the weird smile she gave me when she finished picking out this box of paint, and sure enough, at that time, she noticed it?

I was stunned for a moment, smiled and took the paint from her hand, and spoke at the same time

"This gift is really special."

Wang Jiaci raised the corners of his mouth and said with a serious expression

"You can't lose it~ this.. It will be useful in the future! ”

I really can't think of a paint that can be used for me, and I can't eat it and I can't masturbate it.

But since she said so, I had no choice but to nod and say

"Well, I won't lose it.."

In my previous life, I had promised many things like this, but most of them ended up the same, and I don't know where to go.

Seeing that I agreed, Wang Jiaci waved his little hand again, suggesting that I had driven back to the palace.

I hurriedly pushed the cart and drove her back to school.

When I arrived at the school gate, Wang Jiaci jumped out of the car and walked around in front of me and said

"I'm going back, you should go home too."

I nodded, and before I could speak, Wang Jiaci seemed to think of something again, blinked his eyes, and said again

"That's right, Xiao Xiaoming, just now.. What do you want to ask me at the stationery store? ”

My heart trembled, remembering what I had just said halfway through, if Yang Wei hadn't suddenly come out to stir up the situation, Lao Tzu would have asked what he wanted to ask!

I had plucked up the courage for a long time just now, but at this time I was a little hesitant, and after thinking about it, I still shook my head and said

"No.. Nothing.."

Wang Jiaci was still a little strange, but she was silent for a while, and suddenly smiled again

"Well, that.. Be careful on the road.."

After saying that, she waved her hand, turned around and walked into the school gate.

I looked at her back as she walked away little by little, and sighed softly.

When I got home, I began to regret that I hadn't asked.

And tomorrow is Friday's school holiday, and I can't run to the door of the teaching building to wait for the rabbit again.

But until now, I can't figure out whether I want to know the answer to this question, so I just closed my eyes after thinking for a while, and prepared to talk to Zhou Gong.

When I arrived at school the next day, people were very passionate about the day of the holiday, and they couldn't wait to take down the table at the back of the classroom and broadcast it for a few hours.

Generally, on Friday, the teachers are not very enthusiastic about their lectures, one is that they know that most of the students can't listen, and the other is that they themselves are also thinking about what to do on Saturday and Sunday.

But what makes people hurt is that the first class is Lin Siyan's class, this thing has a serious face, and the posture is not like a class but like a court trial.

And I don't know why the person wearing this product today looks like a dog, and his face is also full of spring.

Looking at the way he looked, I knew that he wasn't going to do anything good today, and since he became the English teacher in our class, most of the students in the class said that the previous annoying English teacher didn't seem to be so annoying.

I finally got through to the last class, and when I was about to end class, Lin Qiaoman suddenly handed me another note, which reminded me not to forget about Sunday, and she was waiting for me at the school gate at that time.

I replied to the note to indicate that I would not forget, and I saw her staring at the note I handed over for a moment, and then wrote a few words and handed it over.

I looked at the note she handed me, and there were a few delicate words written on it.

"Tell me your phone number~"

I hesitated, wrote down my phone number, and handed the note to her again.

Lin Qiaoman took the note and looked at it, then carefully folded the note and put it in his pocket.

I watched her move, and my heart was sour.

After school, I left the school gate and rode home planning how to squander the afternoon and tomorrow's holidays.

But before I could go upstairs into the community, the big Nokia in my pocket vibrate.

I took out my phone to take a look, and immediately cursed a meow, this holiday is over.

The caller was none other than my slave-owning cousin.

I instinctively wanted to pretend to be deaf, but my cousin was unusually persistent, and there was a tendency to not stop without blowing up my phone.

In desperation, I stubbornly pressed the answer button.

My cousin is straightforward by nature and has never liked to beat around the bush.

Before I could speak, she told me that she had something to do in the afternoon and asked me to help her look at the store.

I decisively refused in my heart, but I still agreed, signaling okay.

I almost grew up under my cousin's bullying, so I already had a shadow on her in my heart.