~Date: ~November 01~

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"Bang!" A book was slammed to the ground, and Irong's delicate face was filled with anger.

"Are you saying that Young Master Zichen actually entered Su Momo's class?" Looking at the girl in front of her who had reported the news at all, Yi Rong asked unacceptably, it was not easy for Young Master Zichen to accept her, so quickly let that Su Momo hook back again? That seemingly weak Su Momo really has such charm? Or did she use some means?

"It's true! Miss Yirong can pass, Young Master Zichen should still be in Su Momo's class! A girl in a crimson dress in front of Yi Rong said anxiously. Today she came to school, passing by Su Momo's class, and found that her class was unusually lively, and she couldn't help but be curious, so she leaned over to look, it didn't matter, she actually found that Young Master Zichen was announcing his ownership of Su Momo to the people in Su Momo's class, and Young Master Zichen looked at Su Momo's eyes with unusual gentleness ♀, so he hurriedly ran to his classroom to tell Miss Yirong the first-hand information he had obtained, wanting to get close to Miss Yirong.

Listening to the girl's words, Yirong was already anxious to rush out. Unfortunately, she almost ran into a girl who was about to enter the classroom, she pushed away the girl who was blocking in front of her, and headed towards Su Momo's freshman and second class.

There were a lot of girls blocking the door of the freshman and second classes, and Yirong struggled to open a crack and squeezed in.

"So, although Su Momo is my maid, she is also the girl I care about the most, and it is best not to let me hear that she is being bullied in this class in the future......" In Su Momo's position, Shi Zichen hugged Su Momo tightly and looked at her with a gentle face, but when he looked at everyone, he had a cold expression. When Yirong saw the proud figure that was still very gentle with her yesterday, she happened to hear this sentence that she couldn't believe at all.

She clearly remembered that day he said to her, "Rongrong, in fact, I have wanted to accept you for a long time, but in order to save some face for my little maid, I can't help but accept your idea." Why is he with his little maid again today? She is not stupid, she can see that Young Master Zichen definitely doesn't just want to save face for that Su Momo!

Holding back the resentment towards Su Momo in her heart, Yirong worked hard to make a beautiful smile bloom on her face, she gently walked out of the crowd, walked towards Shi Zichen who was hugging Su Momo, took Shi Zichen's arm with her slender hand, and said with a sweet smile: "Yes, Young Master Zichen is the best, even if it is a maid, Young Master Zichen will give the best treatment!" It is also a blessing that Momo can be the maid of Young Master Zichen! ”

Suddenly being held by Yirong's arm like that, Shi Zichen was already angry, but when he heard Yirong's obvious contempt and sarcasm for Su Momo, he couldn't help but be angry.

This Yirong is really not ordinarily hateful, and he dares to provoke his Su Momo again and again like this!

Let go of the arm that hugged Su Momo, gently patted her arm, nodded at her and handed her a comforting smile.

When he looked at Yi Rong, Shi Zichen's face was already covered with frost, and he pinched Yi Rong's jade hand holding his arm with his backhand and said, "I will let you 'see' my good!" ”

Yi Rong, who was suddenly pinched by Shi Zichen's arm, frowned in pain, and was about to speak again, but Shi Zichen threw her away. Yirong stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

"Young Master Zichen, how can you treat Rong Rong like this?" A boy supported Yi Rong at the right time and said distressedly, completely forgetting that the person he was talking to was Young Master Zichen, who had always been cold and ruthless.

"Get out! There's no room for you to speak here! Shi Zichen raised his foot and kicked on the boy's stomach, and the cold voice seemed to come from hell.

Turning to look at Yirong again: "Isn't Miss Yirong going on a date with me?" Eleven o'clock at noon, zero o'clock café, I don't want you to be late! ”

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