The school they were going to was a typical aristocratic school.

The original owner has been going to school here.

It has even become an interlocking brand of schools.

Except that there is no university.

From the top to the kindergarten, and even to the early education class, they have all been opened by them by monopolistic means.

It has the best educational resources and educational environment in the whole city of A.

Naturally, the students who attend the school are either rich or expensive.

Shi's father also has shares here, and he is one of the school directors.

So it's a breeze to turn Ling Shen in.

When the tall and handsome young man put on this set of aristocratic school uniforms, he followed behind Shi Yan in a trance, got into Uncle Liu's car, and was safely sent to the school.

Because Shi's father had greeted the school early in the morning.

Ling Shen was directly placed in Shi Yan's original class.

The aristocratic school really lives up to its reputation, the environment is surprisingly good, and as soon as Shi Yan stepped here, a sense of familiarity emerged in his heart.

It's really familiar.

The original owner studied here, but unfortunately in the year she just graduated, her life ended.

It's not even twenty years old, which is a pity.

There are countless memories of the original owner in the school.

When he walked into the door of the class, when he saw two familiar faces not far away, the hatred in Shi Yan's heart suddenly surged up.

It's so strong and intense that you can't hold it down.

The little girl's face turned pale, and her feet even began to soften, she bit her lower lip, bypassed her original position, and instead walked to the end of the classroom, found an empty seat and sat down.

Ling Shen followed behind, frowning, thin lips pursed into a straight line, and a tall body stood beside her, with obvious worry in his eyes.

The momentary weakness on the little girl's face just now, he felt inexplicably in his heart.

It wasn't a simple emotion, and at that moment he could see the hatred in his eyes that were filled with moisture in both directions.

The boy pursed his lips and stood beside her, condescending to watch the little girl gasp with her eyes closed, her chest rising and falling with her breathing.

She was angry.

It took Shi Yan a long time to come to her senses, and the memories in her mind that were replayed over and over again almost killed her.

In the end, a deep despair and hatred almost overwhelmed her.

The little girl's eyes were red, tears came out little by little, a pair of misty moments became wet, the beautiful little face was a little softer, the little body shook and trembled, and the soft hair fluttered with it.

Ling Shen felt very helpless, he raised his hand and wanted to go above the little girl's head, but his big hand trembled, and he still didn't put it down.

He had always felt that tears were the least valuable thing in the world.

It wasn't until I met Shiyan that I realized that softness itself was a weapon.

He closed his eyes.

He's getting less and less decisive.

In his dark life for more than ten years, hatred has always been the driving force that supports him to live.

But when he really came into contact with the enemy, he was extremely weak.

Ling Shen's hand wanted to hang down weakly, just like him.

But I don't want to

The little girl with red eyes raised her head and glared at him fiercely, muttering, "What are you doing?" Don't put it up yet! ”

After speaking, he leaned up on the top of his fine and soft hair, and his little eyes were arrogant and cute.

Obviously, her eyes were still red, her dark eyelashes were thick and curled, and the tears hanging on them were still clearly visible, but she stared at him coquettishly.

This look is not lethal though.

But Ling Shen still felt that his heart was hot.

Dear, this chapter is over, happy reading! ^0^