Why did Jiang Yu stay with her?

What's so good about serving wine, why do you have to choose her!

Liang Zixin bit her lower lip unwillingly, and looked down at the phone screen with hatred and disappointment.

My heart felt like I had been bitten by a poisonous snake, full of venom spreading.

Now, whether it is the forum or the official Weibo of the literary competition, they are gradually leaning towards Sheng Jiuran's side.

Although there are still people who are unconvinced, it has little effect and is quickly buried.

Liang Zixin's face was slightly distorted in anger, staring at the various praises on the screen, Sheng Jiuran's well-written and in-depth comments.

It was as if there was fire in his eyes, and he was about to erupt.

Why are you praising her!?

What is it about her that she writes well?

Why are you praising her!?

Why, why!?

As if unable to suppress her anger, Liang Zixin twisted her face.

frantically in the comment section to give every comment that is praising Sheng Jiuran's well-written words, the thumbs up sign, and press it hard.

She was still puzzled, staring at the screen with an extremely ugly face, and suddenly thought of something, and immediately pulled the corners of her lips coldly, and immediately opened the photo album, and looked for a video that she was looking for a classmate that day.

That video was when Sheng Jiuran was attached to the imperial capital in the past, and he led a group of people to block a few classmates violently.

It's bullying at first glance!

She laughed sadly, just send the video out.

Then Sheng Jiuran will fall into scolding again, and no one will help her anymore.

Just as she was about to post this video to the forum, she didn't know that Sheng Jiuran was already standing behind her, patted her shoulder, and smiled slightly, "Hi." ”

Who!?

Liang Zixin was so frightened that the hand holding the mobile phone shrank, and immediately stuffed the mobile phone into the drawer with a weak heart.

She looked back and saw that it was Sheng Jiuran, and immediately laughed far-fetchedly, "It turned out to be Sheng Jiuran, you, scared me." ”

"Are you doing something bad?"

Sheng Jiuran half-leaned on the table behind no one to sit on, staring at her flustered face, as if asking her how the weather was in an ordinary tone, "Otherwise, how can I pat you and be scared like this?" ”

Liang Zixin looked up at her, the beautiful girl didn't wear a school uniform today, and she was amazed by just a simple casual outfit.

She couldn't help but think of the first time she had seen the wine before.

She is also like today, flamboyant, beautiful and high, as long as she gently raises her eyes, she is full of charm and arrogance.

Liang Zixin's fingertips flushed, resisting the urge to tear her face in her heart, and forcibly squeezed out the gentle smile she used to have, "No, no, I just watched the school forum a little fascinated just now." ”

She glanced at Jiang Yu, who was standing behind Sheng Jiuran.

This young man, whom she has always admired, has only locked her eyes on Sheng Jiuran from beginning to end.

It was as if his eyes could only see her alone, and no one else could see her.

Liang Zixin hated it very much, and his hands hidden under the drawer were clenched tightly, and he was very jealous in his heart.

She raised her eyes lightly and glanced at the people around her, and smiled, "I heard that last night, classmate Sheng Jiuran took leave to go to a family dinner, and then transferred to sing K with other friends, I must have been late when I go to this kind of place, right?" ”

"It's not very late."

Sheng Jiuran looked at her with a smile, "But what exactly do you want to say?" ”

"No, it's just that I'm worried about where Sheng Jiuran went to spend the night."

Liang Zixin blinked, pretending to be concerned, "After all, I saw so much wine in the photo, maybe you accidentally drank too much, and you will follow..."

"She was with me last night."

Jiang Yu suddenly spoke, stared at her coldly, and interrupted her, "It's always been in my house." ”