"I would like to ask my parents or other relatives, are they still there?" She had only asked Daiyue's housekeeper this question once when she was four years old. Dai Yue seemed to be very unhappy, and instantly frowned, don't overdo it, and didn't answer the question.

Dreaming back to December, Ren Kui was just an ordinary girl less than ten years old. In addition to her, there was also a Dai Yue butler, three servants, and a number of uniformed security personnel whom she still did not know......

"This is Qiu Xiaohao, a new classmate in our class."

Xiao Renkui put down the pen in her hand and raised her head, and she remembered this moment firmly: the boy had neat black hair, dark brown eyes, a tall and standardized nose bridge and curious serious lips. From this aristocratic appearance, it can be seen that he is a person who does not like to laugh and even hates to laugh.

The people sitting under the podium, except for her controversial, everyone else is an out-and-out aristocrat, but most of them usually like to laugh and laugh, and they don't seem to be people of status. The most annoying thing is that the girls sitting in the middle started the women's gossip live broadcast:

"The nose looks good."

"He's also very tall, taller than our squad leader."

"I think his eyes are fascinating."

"He's just the son of a diplomat." Lin Yilin turned the pen in her hand and expressed her disdain for the newcomer to the report. Her voice is very loud, and this is the style of the eldest lady who has always looked at no one, and she has managed to get the attention of most people.

"It's a pity."

He glanced at all his classmates warily, stepped down from the podium, noticed her curious stare as he passed her desk and chair, and looked at her for a moment, then shifted his gaze to the back of the room and sat down.

"Let's study on our own first."

However, the matter did not stop, and after a while, the male classmate in front of her leaned back, approached her desk, and threw a ball of paper back, "Pass it to the new guy." After saying that, he returned to his original sitting position.

She picked up the ball of paper, curious to see who wrote it and what it contained. But she knew that it was not right, so she chose to turn around immediately and "pass it on to her new classmates." ”

"What are you writing about? The paper is all fragrant. Zhang Zijin smiled at her maliciously.

She was about to retort that the paper ball was not hers, but she didn't expect Qiu Xiaohao to raise her head at this moment and meet her gaze, she quickly dodged the eyes that could kill living beings, turned around, and couldn't calm down for a long time.

"Is he really the son of a diplomat? Why come to our class? A boy approached Lin Yilin and asked.

Immediately, another boy also came over, "That is, to lower the status of our class." ”

"He and that Aoi should be transferred to another class."

Lin Yilin fiddled with her curly hair, which had only been permed for a short time, "Who knows how they got into our class in some special way?" That seems to make a lot of sense.

The noise in the classroom grew louder and louder, and suddenly, she heard the sound of tearing paper behind her, a voice mixed with only anger and patience.

When the bell rang for the end of class, he put his bag on his back and rushed out the back door. Before she could put down the pen in her hand, she rushed to block his way, took a deep breath, and said boldly: "That is not mine, I mean I don't have perfume, I don't have it now, and it won't be in the future." If there's anything offensive about the contents, I apologize to you on that person's behalf! ”

He glanced at her one last time, turned his gaze back to his original direction indifferently, brushed her shoulders and left. It was her first frustration, she felt so stupid what she had just said, and when she turned around, she saw that he was still clutching something in his hand—it must have been a scrap of paper that he had torn up, and he must have been very angry.