"Don't read it, give it back to me."

Song Canran was pressed by the two girls, struggling to shout at her, of course Sun Meilin ignored it, took out another piece of letterhead, and read: "Dear Senior Ye......"

"Vixen, dare to say that you didn't seduce Senior Ye, what is this!" After only reading a few words, she was furious, pinching the envelope and ordering: "What are you still doing in a daze, stripping her naked, little slut, if you like to hook men, let you hook enough." ”

"I didn't, I didn't write this letter." Several followers began to move again, and Song Canran shouted while resisting.

"Who are you not?"

Sun Meilin looked at the love letter in her hand at a glance, which expressed her admiration and affection for Ye Weifan, and the language was extremely hot, the more she looked at it, the more angry she became, and she couldn't wait to immediately clean up the slut Song Canran, and her eyes fell on the last signature, she was stunned: "Zhang Yongxi, Class 10 of the second year of high school?" ”

She seemed to have thought of something, and quickly pulled out a few pages of letterhead, opened them and took a quick look.

Zhang Yongxi was very careful, and the love letters to Song Canran were erased, even if they were seen, they didn't know who they were written to, but the people who were immersed in love couldn't wait to put the name of their sweetheart on their lips every moment, and their nicknames for Zhang Yongxi popped up from time to time between the lines, and they could still guess it if they looked closely.

The most important thing is the psychological hint of the love letter to Ye Weifan, and Sun Meilin quickly decided that these love letters belonged to Zhang Yongxi.

"Slut, dare to calculate on my head."

Her face became ugly, in fact, at first, she found that Zhang Yongxi was a little ambiguous about Ye Weifan, and when she caught Zhang Yongxi's lesson, Zhang Yongxi argued that she wanted to confess for her best friend Song Canran, and also said that Song Canran had a crush on Ye Weifan for a long time, and regarded herself as the future Mrs. Ye, etc., she turned her target to Song Canran in anger.

But these love letters in her hand reminded her that Zhang Yongxi was completely playing her for a fool.

"Zhang Yongxi, this slut, I can't spare her!" She was so angry that she clenched her fists hard, and those love letters were crumpled by her.

Watching Sun Meilin leave with her followers, Song Cangran smiled coldly, lowered her head and picked off a leaf that had just been stained on her sleeve, and then slowly sorted out the messed clothes.

"Tsk, this trick is a good one."

A lazy low voice came from her ears, and she raised her head vigilantly and looked at Huo Zizhao who suddenly appeared in front of her.

The other party's head was more than one meter and eight, with long hands and long feet, and slowly pressed in front of her like a mountain, the man leaned over slightly, and Song Cangran felt a fierce pressure.

The legendary and ruthless killing god is not covered.

She pursed her lips, pretending that there was no one in front of her, and walked around him.

She thought, although Huo Zizhao is now an idle scumbag, he will not be bored enough to pay attention to the jealousy between these women.

Just let him be sarcastic, and he won't lose a piece of meat anyway.

But to her disappointment, Huo Zizhao just raised his long legs slightly, and blocked her way again.

"This classmate, is there something wrong?" She had to pretend to be innocent: "Trouble let's go, the class bell is about to ring." ”

Huo Zizhao put one hand in his pocket, the corners of his mouth hooked a lazy arc, with a slight evil smile, because his beautiful facial features had a special charm under the shade of the trees in the early morning.

Facing Song Canran's stunned gaze, Huo Zizhao lazily stretched out his left hand and hit her chest accurately.

And then...... The air was silent.