She was stunned for a moment, and saw that the man with bad intentions before was beaten to the ground and couldn't get up.

Meng Chuan's jaw tightened, and his fist was windy, falling on the man.

His eyes were gloomy and cold, like a poisonous snake spitting apricots, dormant and ready to bite the throat of a living person.

waited for them to be beaten and begged for mercy again and again, and Meng Chuan let go of him.

Meng Chuan stood up, and under the slightly rolled sleeves, the muscles of the exposed arm were smooth and strong.

He looked back at Xi Zhihua, who was frightened, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and asked, "Where are you going?" ”

"Huh?" Xi Zhihua was stunned for a moment, and then reacted to the meaning of his words.

"Back to school," she said. ”

"Let's go."

Meng Chuan was born tall, and his long legs made him walk with a big step, and Xi Zhi had to trot to keep up.

Hearing the movement behind her, Meng Chuan unconsciously slowed down so that she could walk less tired.

Meng Chuan's car was nearby, and Xi Zhihua wanted to sit in the back seat, but Meng Chuan had already turned on the co-pilot in front of her.

In desperation, she had no choice but to sit in.

Meng Chuan sat down in the main driver and glanced at her, "Seat belts on." ”

"Oh."

The car started and soon drove away from the place, the scenery outside the window kept drifting by, Xi Zhihua sat there, I don't know what was going on, and I was a little nervous.

She sat up straight with her little hands resting on her knees, like a good student in kindergarten.

There was silence in the car, and the atmosphere was awkward.

Xi Zhihua tried hard to find a topic, "Professor Meng, what just happened, thank you for ......"

Meng Chuan said "um" lightly, and there was no follow-up.

The atmosphere was strange again.

Xi Zhihua glanced at him quietly, Meng Chuan also took her class, and after getting along, she also found that the other party was always cold and didn't like to talk much.

She simply kept her mouth shut, so as not to annoy people.

Meng Chuan has always kept his eyes open, but his surroundings are very quiet, and his brows are unconsciously furrowed.

In his memory, even if he couldn't speak when he was a child, he still liked to be around him, constantly doing sign language to express himself, and the chatter was annoying.

Why did she change when she grew up?

Meng Chuan drove Xi Zhihua downstairs to the dormitory, but fortunately it was Friday night, and most of the students at the school had gone home, so no one noticed that a professor drove the students to the dormitory building.

Xi Zhihua unbuckled his seat belt and said to Meng Chuan, "Thank you, Professor Meng." ”

The tone was polite and polite, but when Meng Chuan heard it, he felt that she was drawing a line with herself.

Meng Chuan suddenly stopped Xi Zhihua, who was about to get out of the car, "Wait." ”

"Professor Meng, what's wrong?" Xi Zhihua turned around and asked.

Meng Chuan stared at her eyes, those eyes were beautiful and charming, and when he looked at him as a child, he would carry light.

It felt as if he wasn't a crippled waste, let alone an abandoned little pitiful.

Everyone hated him and rejected him, only the painting would persevere.

She's like a little sun.

And the little sun, when he was looking at him now, treated him as a stranger.

Even though she knew his name, she never recognized him.

Meng Chuan felt very uncomfortable.

Until she left town, he had never forgotten her for so many years.

And she ......

Thinking of this, Meng Chuan's heart sank, he raised his eyes to look at Xi Zhihua, and the other party saw his dark eyes, and was so frightened that his back was pressed against the car window.

Her voice was soft, but with a slight tremor: "Professor Meng, you ......"

"Xi Zhihua, don't you really remember who I am?"