Zhao Mengyao walked in, and when she saw this, she felt a little helpless. The methods of these rich children are really not enough, and she has suffered a lot more than these before.

The people around him pointed and snickered.

Zhao Mengyao walked to Jiang Rong'er's side and glanced at the desktop.

Jiang Rong'er raised her head when she heard the footsteps, and saw that it was Zhao Mengyao, and glared at her fiercely with red eyes: "Look at what!" ”

Zhao Mengyao didn't speak, turned her head and walked outside the classroom again. Jiang Rong'er froze.

After a while, Zhao Mengyao walked in, took a bottle of alcohol in her hand, walked a few steps to Jiang Rong'er's table, and poured the alcohol on her table.

"What are you doing! Are you going to fall into the well too! Jiang Rong'er trembled all over, annoyed and angry.

Zhao Mengyao still didn't speak, but took out a small handkerchief from his pocket and wiped it on the table, and the traces of the marker pen were wiped off.

Jiang Rong'er froze. The other students around were also stunned.

After soaking in alcohol, the marks of the marker can be easily erased. But Zhao Mengyao didn't help her wipe it all clean, but handed the handkerchief to Jiang Rong'er, and said lightly: "Whether to choose to feel sorry for yourself and be so decadent, or do something to change the status quo, you choose." ”

Jiang Rong'er held the alcohol-soaked handkerchief in her hand, and stared blankly at Zhao Mengyao's departing back, with mixed feelings in her heart.

Unexpectedly, in the end, the only one who didn't fall into the well was Zhao Mengyao, who she had always looked down on before.

Jiang Rong'er laughed self-deprecatingly, looked down at the black marks on the handkerchief, and the place where it had been wiped off the tabletop, her eyes suddenly became firm, and she began to vigorously wipe the tabletop covered with foul language.

Soon, the desktop was clean and as good as new.

Jiang Rong'er's eyes were a little red. Can her life start over like this table?

Zhao Mengyao walked back to his seat and sat down, and Liu Muyi next to him turned his head and praised expressionlessly: "Apprentice, the teacher thinks you are handsome just now." ”

Zhao Mengyao was serious for a while and then broke through, and replied with a smile: "Yes, yes! I also think that what I just said can be written into the classic lines of the year! ”

"It's like the lines of the protagonist in a hot-blooded comic!"

"Yes! How can I be so talented! ”

Liu Muyi was helpless: "Can you be modest?" ”

Zhao Mengyao replied with her hands on her hips and straight face: "I'm sorry, I don't have the word modesty in my dictionary." ”

"That's a good line too."

"yes, yes, hahahahaha!"

In the evening, after Zhao Mengyao finished eating, she returned to her room and read a book for a while, when there was a knock on the door.

As soon as Zhao Mengyao looked up, she saw Li Yinglong pushing the door in the dust, his suit jacket hanging on his wrist, and pulling his tie with one hand, his movements were handsome in one go.

Zhao Mengyao shrunk on the sofa and held a hardcover book, full of black lines: "This is my room, don't you take off your clothes and take it off with me?" ”

Li Yinglong ripped off his tie, slightly hooked the corners of his lips, and smiled wickedly: "Take off your clothes and show your wife, is there anything wrong?" ”

"No problem, it's just sexual harassment, I'll call the police first."

"Naughty!" Li Yinglong casually threw his suit on the sofa beside him, strode over to the meteor, hugged Zhao Mengyao on the sofa, and sighed with satisfaction: "I've been busy all day, I miss you to death." The latest chapter of "Forced Marriage: The President's Favorite Wife Routine Deep Claw Book House" is free to read for the first time.