Chapter 309: You're Finally Here
Mo Xiaoxiao listened to her words, was stunned for a moment, then turned her head and asked her indifferently without squinting: "What?" Make the words clear. β
"Didn't we say before, since we found this bracelet under your pillow, you have to apologize to me publicly, and you have to pay double compensation, let me tell you this, this bracelet is worth five hundred yuan, my fiancΓ© brought it back to me in France, twice as much as a thousand yuan, but you apologize here I don't accept it, you apologize to me in front of the whole class on Monday, and return the money to me together, if you can't do this, then I won't embarrass you, you pack up your things and leave, It's like it never happened! β
Mo Qingqing said without smiling, her eyes were a little cold, which made people shudder.
Mo Xiaoxiao bit her lower lip tightly, staring at the unrecognizable people in front of her, and the resentment in her heart also arose, but she knew that she had no choice, but she couldn't compromise.
Jiang Xue cowered on the side, and whispered to Mo Xiaoxiao to comfort: "Xiaoxiao, you can't do it, if you apologize to so many people, then you won't be able to stay in school, and where do you have so much money in two days!" β
Mo Xiaoxiao turned her head suddenly, gave her a blank look, gritted her teeth and was very disappointed, and said to her: "Shut up, what does this have to do with you?" β
Jiang Xue didn't speak anymore knowing that she was wrong, and the corners of Xia Lan's mouth on the side pulled out a few sneers, and said, "Yo yo, what's wrong with the mistakes you made, and you still spread your resentment on others?" β
Mo Xiaoxiao was slightly silent, and after a while, she raised her head again, and said word by word: "Okay, I promise you, but I will definitely find out about this matter, I said that I didn't take it, I didn't take it, if I find out, you all have to give me an explanation, if I don't find out, I promise you, leave immediately." β
"Well, it's a deal! But don't cry when the time comes! Cheng Shanshan also smiled, and several people gave each other a look.
That night, Mo Xiaoxiao almost didn't sleep all night, lying on the bed tossing and turning, watching the moonlight by the window from bright to gradually dim, she knew in her heart that the people in this dormitory were deliberate, their purpose was just to force herself away, she was thinking about how to prove her innocence, thinking about it, before she knew it, the sky had already dawned......
In the early morning, Mo Xiaoxiao just opened his eyes, and saw the smoke and rain from the window, maybe because he had not slept all night, he felt some pain in his head, gently hammered his head, and sat up from the bed.
In the dormitory, it was still lifeless, and there were already several other figures, and when he looked up, only Jiang Xue was lying on the bed alone, Mo Xiaoxiao just glanced at it slightly, and got up.
Because there was an agreement in her heart, Mo Xiaoxiao had no choice but to stay in bed, so she cleaned up casually, put on a light white dress and hurriedly walked out.
The rain in late autumn is amorous and lingering, the lewd rain is wantonly swaying the bewitching waist in mid-air, a cool breeze is rushing towards the face, Mo Xiaoxiao can't help but shiver, and wrapped the coat on his body, and walked towards the school gate in the drizzle.
Sure enough, as soon as he turned the corner, he saw He Yuwen's figure, standing there with his straight waist, like a green pine, he was still wearing a black Mao jacket, the cuffs showed the shadow of a white shirt, and his slender hand held a black umbrella, standing motionless at the school gate, and the female students who came and went looked at him intentionally or unintentionally, but he stood there unmoved.
"He Yuwen, I'm here!" Mo Xiaoxiao was overjoyed, and she didn't know why she was so happy to see him, she waved and shouted at her ecstatically.
He Yuwen slowly turned around when he heard the voice, his face softened slightly, and nodded lightly at her.
Mo Xiaoxiao trotted all the way over, and He Yuwen leaned towards her with an umbrella.
Mo Xiaoxiao immediately hid under his umbrella, raised his head and looked at him with a slight apology: "How long have you been here, I'm sorry to keep you waiting." β
He Yuwen slowly lowered his head and glanced at her: "It didn't take long to get there, you didn't do well today and you weren't late for long, it's a little better than last time!" β
Mo Xiaoxiao smiled and nodded happily: "It's not, don't say so much, let's go quickly, otherwise we will be late." β
He Yuwen nodded lightly, and saw that Mo Xiaoxiao's hair was densely covered with water droplets, so he stretched out his free hand and gently wiped off those small white water droplets for her very gently.
Mo Xiaoxiao suddenly felt a burst of warmth, a heavy weight came from the top of his head, and he glanced at his head slightly, and saw He Yuwen's tender eyes like water, looking at himself intently, and stroking away those wet droplets for himself with a gentle hand.
At that moment, Mo Xiaoxiao was extremely warm, and she didn't know why she couldn't resist this feeling, just like a long drought and a rainy day.
The two of them slowly walked towards the gate.
"You don't seem to be in good spirits today, what's wrong?" He Yuwen asked as he walked slowly.
When Mo Xiaoxiao heard this, he hurriedly shook his head and denied him: "Ah, nothing, it's okay, I may not have slept last night." β
He Yuwen glanced at her extremely unnatural appearance slightly, and knew that she was lying to herself, but seeing her tight-lipped appearance, she naturally didn't want to let herself know, so she didn't ask anymore.
Bailu Street, the entrance of Baiyun Mansion...
This is also a famous street in Bizhou, the prosperity is not inferior to the main street of Bizhou, where people come and go, the bustling crowd, the hustle and bustle of the atmosphere, the bustling and beautiful streets, full of gorgeous taste.
The three big characters of Baiyun Mansion are hung there, located in the center of Bailu Street, hanging with a satin red ribbon, and the vermilion door at the door is placed majestically on both sides of the door, which is so magnificent and luxurious.
He Yuwen and Mo Xiaoxiao stood at the door, and He Yuwen said, "We have arrived, this is it." β
The people at the door are even more endless, coming and going in and out are the appearance of dignitaries, and the clothes are also very magnificent, and they are some characters with heads and faces.
Mo Xiaoxiao stood in place, and at a glance saw Yu Changsheng, who was neatly dressed, standing anxiously at the door, looking left and right, as if waiting for someone.
Yu Changsheng saw Mo Xiaoxiao standing under He Yuwen's umbrella at a glance, and ran over happily without saying anything.
Yu Changsheng stood in front of Mo Xiaoxiao and said with a smile: "Xiaoxiao, Xiaoxiao, you are here, great, you are here, you are finally here, I have been waiting for you for a long time, I thought you would not come!" β
"Well, I'm sorry to keep you waiting." Mo Xiaoxiao said slightly apologetically.
Yu Changsheng smiled with a spring breeze on his face, and looked at Mo Xiaoxiao's eyes a little different, it was shining with golden light, and He Yuwen was so warm that he had a black face and a black pestle on his face.
Only then did Yu Changsheng notice He Yuwen with an indifferent expression on the side, a little slightly lost and confused: "He... Mr. He, why are you here? β
He Yuwen was still expressionless, and slowly took out an invitation from his pocket of his clothes, put it in front of him, and said lukewarmly: "Why, can't I come?" β
Yu Changsheng saw the invitation and smiled awkwardly but politely.
"No, no, I didn't mean that, Mr. He, you can come to the students to miss the welcome, it's too late to give a warm welcome!"
Mo Xiaoxiao glanced at He Yuwen, who was not angry and arrogant, I don't know why his face was particularly ugly today, just like having a deep hatred with others, fortunately, Mo Xiaoxiao didn't know him for the first day, otherwise he would definitely think that he was an unkind person.
"Hehehe, let's talk about it so much, then, let's go in first now!"
Mo Xiaoxiao played a round for the two of them on the side and smiled.
"Well, Mr. He Xiaoxiao, let's go in together!" Yu Changsheng said as he wanted to pull Mo Xiaoxiao's sleeve and pull her to his side as much as possible.
He Yuwen was very vigilant, the moment Changsheng pulled the sleeve of Mo Xiaoxiao's clothes, he pushed the boat down the river, and handed the umbrella he had received in his hand to him, Mo Xiaoxiao walked in front without knowing it, and when He Yuwen and Yu Changsheng passed by, they whispered in his ear.
"Classmate Yu, can you remember whether men and women are close or not?"
His voice was light and breezy, but it had a bit of cool sarcasm, which made Yu Changsheng, a hairy boy, stunned for a moment, and stood in place at a loss.
In Baiyun Mansion, there is indescribable luxury, all kinds of antique toys, and some strange Western gadgets are countless.
Mo Xiaoxiao and He Yuwen walked side by side, walked through the long corridor, saw all kinds of literati and artists, all kinds of dignitaries and nobles, and continued to walk upstairs.
Upstairs was a concert hall, and as soon as he arrived at the door, Mo Xiaoxiao heard the sound of music from an unknown musical instrument coming from inside.
"It's okay, come in!" He Yuwen lowered his head, and saw Mo Xiaoxiao's timid appearance, so he comforted her softly, and gently touched her head, as if taking care of a child who couldn't take care of himself.
"Hmm." Mo Xiaoxiao nodded and followed closely behind He Yuwen.
At a glance, there is everything, all kinds of violins, pianos, grand pianos, erhu, pipa, guitars, music and drums......
He Yuwen has studied in the West, he is naturally no stranger to himself, and he has seen big scenes, so he didn't panic at all, and his face still didn't change, Mo Xiaoxiao admired him very much, feeling that he could do anything, and he felt very secure when he was behind him.