Chang Yufei handed the dark handkerchief to Chao Zhen, looking stoic and indomitable, with the image of a fierce woman. But the broken and trembling voice still leaked the girl's thoughts.

She asked, "Is it yours?"

In fact, Yan An didn't know how Qiu Rui described this handkerchief in the letter. But looking at Chang Yufei's gaffe, the content of the letter may be better than she expected!

Chao Zhen lowered his eyes and faced Chang Yufei in front of him, but his eyes fell on Yan An through the distance of an entire classroom. Yan An heard him say:

"It's been a long time. ”

"That's good!" Chang Yufei, who had his back to Yan An, laughed and said, "I will report Qiu Rui's stealing to the teacher and the school for handling." ”

Qiu Rui had been humming and crying, but now when she heard this, the whole person rushed to Chao Zhen at a very fast speed, took his hand, and said, "I can't leave the attached middle school, you can help me." ”

Chao Zhen's gaze shifted downwards to the hand he was holding. In the next second, that hand was torn apart by Chang Yufei. Chang Yufei said: "If you have a problem with your own character and morality, no one can help you!"

Bored!

Yan An glanced at Peng Tianangel and pulled him out of the classroom. Along the way, Peng Tian looked like he wanted to speak and stopped. Yan An couldn't get used to it, so he took the initiative to ask him what he wanted to say.

"This is the ...... Does this have anything to do with you?"

It's strange, it's really strange, and the elm head is not dull at this time.

"Am I the king of heaven? how can you have the right for me to stand and speak?"

Peng Tiantian breathed a sigh of relief and laughed silly. Yan An glanced at it and rolled his eyes at the sky.

Han Jinrong came back from a business trip and brought her some special products, most of which were ingredients for making soup, and Yan An couldn't take them home, so he could only send them to Peng Tiantian's grandmother.

Coming out of Peng Tiantian's house, it was close to nine o'clock in the evening when I took the bus to my home, and the night stalls on the street had been set up, and the smell of pleasant food wafted everywhere. Yan An carried his schoolbag in front of him and walked forward against the bright place.

"Miss Yan!"

Unnoticed, a car suddenly made a sound, and she turned around in surprise to find that it was the driver of Chao Zhen's family, Uncle Zhao, who stopped her.

This one is here, that one is ......

Sure enough, the window of the back seat was lowered by a slit, and Yan An saw the side face that rubbed half a beam of warm light.

She had expected that she would suffer a lot after today's incident, and she might be notified early tomorrow morning that her student status had been removed from the attached high school. It's just that I didn't expect the party to deign to come to this block.

The car in front of her was ordinary and inconspicuous, no wonder she was negligent. If it was his family's usual cars, she must have seen them early in the morning and could walk around.

It seems that it is really ready.

Yan An rubbed over, and when he reached the crack in the window where his palm couldn't be inserted, he asked, "Something?"

The car door opened, and she heard Chao Zhen's voice say, "Let's talk." ”

A tone that cannot be refused.

The car left the confines of their house and went to a nearby shopping mall. Uncle Zhao parked the car in the underground parking lot, and then said that he would go to the supermarket to buy something and get out of the car.

The four windows were tightly closed, and the only light in the car came from Chao Zhen's phone. He didn't speak, and Yan An could only sit tightly with his eyes, nose, and heart.

More than half an hour passed, Uncle Zhao did not come back, and the people next to him never said a word. Yan An received a call from Yu Ke, asking her whereabouts and urging her to go back quickly.

"I'll go first if it's okay?"

Yan An reached for the car door and found that the car door was locked from the outside.

"Can you lower the window a little bit? It's stuffy. ”

Uncle Zhao gave him the car keys before leaving, and Yan An saw it.

The person next to him turned off his mobile phone, leaned his head on the car pillow, and closed his eyes.

Yan An exhaled and took the initiative to say, "If you want me to leave the attached middle school, you have to give me a reason, I told you before." ”

There was no sound from the stone sinking into the sea, as if Yan An was talking about some deep and bottomless hole. As time went on, the car became more and more stuffy and hot, and there was a disgusting smell of gasoline wafting out of nowhere, mixed with the depressed and dark smell of perfume on the person next to him.

Yan An was extremely uncomfortable.

"Can you open the window?"

Still no response. Yan An's uncomfortable feeling had reached its peak, as if someone was choking her throat, only allowing her to breathe weakly, but the oxygen was compressed to only a little bit. Dizzy and distraught, she felt like she could throw up at any moment.

She leaned over and reached for the car keys in the other's jacket pocket.

The wrist was pinched easily, and Yan An struggled to reach over his other hand, but it was still pinched. Looking at the person above his head in the dim light, Yan An could not get the slightest information that the other party wanted to compromise.

She slammed her head into the other's shoulder and hissed, "Let me out!" ”

The shoulder hidden under the school uniform by the other party seemed to be carved at a right angle compared to the ruler, with a sharp arc, Yan An bumped into it and found that it hurt himself.

"I'm so uncomfortable, you can let me go! I'll get out of the middle school tomorrow, and promise never to appear in front of you again." ”

A hand was released, Yan An felt her jaw lifted, she felt herself crying, tears mixed with pleas for self-abandonment, she said:

"Please. ”

The window in front of him was completely opened, and Yan An was like a fish that had been exposed to the sun for hours, struggling to reach the shoreline at the last moment of his life, and used all his will and strength to take the simplest breath.

The air outside the car was not good, but the smell of ice cream in the hands of the little girl passing by in the distance still wafted a little bit. Yan An saw his tears drip onto the dusty car body, pulling down a deep mark.

A hand was inserted into the ponytail at the back of her head, and the cold fingers were pressed against her scalp, which immediately made her shiver. The rubber bands were lifted, and the hair fell apart, as if the hair slits were trying to breathe fresh air.

His chin was pinched and he was forced to turn his head back. In the next second, a cold, soft damp cloth fell on his face. Yan An wanted to hide back, but as soon as he moved, the fingers on his chin became more forceful. If you use a little more force, you will definitely leave finger marks, Yan An can only compromise and be forced to wash her face frizzily.

Sweat, tears, and dust were all carried away, leaving behind the familiar smell of perfume in Yan An.

When I opened my eyes, I found that it was indeed the handkerchief that wiped my face just now. The stomach was full of muttering, and I couldn't say a word at this time.

The phone rang again, and it was Yu Ke calling again. When Yan An was about to hang up, the phone was taken over. Yan An watched in horror as the other party secretly clicked the call button, and then smiled at her.

No!

If Yu Ke knew that she was staying with Chao Zhen at this time, then today next year would be her death.

Absolutely not!

"Yan An, why haven't you come back, where have you died?"

Yu Ke's startled voice exploded in the inferior earpiece, and Chao Zhen avoided the hand she stretched out to snatch and put the phone to her ear.