When Jiang Chacha followed Wen Huaizhi, whom she had never met, back to the president's office, her hands were folded and placed on her chest, and she could feel that her heart was still going up and down.

She looked at the long and elegant back in front of her, and silently looked down at her phone.

Wen Huaizhi sent her a message this morning, saying that he came back a few days early, meaning to ask her to pick up the airport, but she was too busy to see it.

So much so that his sudden appearance caught her off guard.

She hasn't recovered yet......

She didn't do a good job of psychological construction at all to deal with Wen Huaizhi.

To make matters worse, she was so angry that she shed tears at the grade level, and he happened to see it......

It's not good to be seen by anyone, so you have to let the most thoughtful and meticulous Wen Huai stop bumping into it.

Jiang Cha Cha was so anxious as she walked.

She was so anxious that she grabbed her hair, and she was about to bald.

She had to dispel Wen Huaizhi's suspicions about her in the shortest possible time.

When he was thinking about it, Jiang Chacha heard the sound of the door behind him closing automatically.

Her heart pounded, it turned out that they had already entered the office, and it was just her and him in the room.

Wen Huaizhi took a step on his long legs, and he had already walked to his desk, he slowly put the cowhide book on the table, raised his hands to the neckline, and was slowly unbuttoning the top of the suit of the Shengying unified school uniform.

Jiang Chacha stood at the door, not daring to step forward.

Half an hour ago, Wen Huaizhi put an end to this farce.

The First Noble Academy of Sakura has a history of 100 years and covers an area of 28 hectares. Every year, except for a few civilian students with excellent grades who can be admitted free of subsidies, all those who can study in Shengying are from high society, and they can be divided into three, six, nine and so on.

And Wen Huaizhi, the student president who is the heir of the chaebol, stands at the top of this pyramid.

He was born extremely superior and had a noble temperament, as if he were a noble duke in medieval Europe.

He was slightly stunned when he noticed that she had bitten her lip and shed tears.

The light and shadow hit behind him, and his golden hair shone with a halo of aperture, so that his face was obviously close at hand, but it was still blurry in her eyes, and she couldn't tell the difference.

"Look at what they did, how can they make such a beautiful young lady shed tears." Wen Huaizhi turned against the light, his eyelids drooped downward, and his amorous long eyes stared at her, and Jiang Chacha seemed to see a regretful pity in it.

After speaking, he raised his slender hand, slowly took off his gloves, and elegantly took out a handkerchief with exquisite craftsmanship from his suit pocket, the whole process was pleasing to the eye and very ornamental.

Jiang Chacha had tears in her eyes and looked at him blankly.

Before she could react, she saw him bend down in front of her gentlemanly and gently shove the handkerchief into her hand.

She felt pampered......

Jiang Chacha looked at him and could see his long eyelashes hanging down. He was noble, but he didn't show it at all, but he gently put himself on an equal level with her.

She slowed her breathing, her heart quickening.

He's really gentle......

After calming her emotions, Wen Huaizhi smiled slightly, then turned around and returned to the stage.

Under the spotlight, as soon as he appeared, his gentle smile carried the power of deterrence, and he casually disposed of the most troublesome people, killing chickens and monkeys, and the audience was silent for an instant.

When she retreated to the backstage in embarrassment, she couldn't help but look out, and found that the students of Shengying looked at Wen Huaizhi with almost obsession and adoration.

After punishing the troublemakers, he presided over the grade assembly calmly, even if he did not make a draft in advance, he was calm and orderly, he spoke elegantly and was very well-educated, and standing on the top, he was the focus.

Jiang Chacha suddenly felt strongly the gap between her, the fake vice president, and Wen Huaizhi.

Soon, her thoughts were pulled back by the sound of reality.

I saw Wen Huaizhi casually hang his blazer on the wooden hanger next to him, and then pulled out a chair and sat in his office position.

As soon as he sat down, he opened the folder on his desk and began to browse.

is worthy of being the student president, and this adaptability and action are far inferior to her.

Jiang Cha Cha also returned to his seat with his scalp on his head, and then pretended to be busy, trying to divert his attention.

Why is this location arranged like this?

Face to face, isn't this about letting her die!

Jiang Chacha's eyes didn't dare to glance at all.

The office was quiet, only the sound of turning paper was left, and seeing that he didn't talk to him, Jiang Chacha let out a long breath.

She raised her glass and just took a sip of water, but not long after her limbs stretched, when she looked up, she saw that the peach blossom eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses were smiling at her.

Her fingers shook in fright, and the mug fell heavily on the table, which seemed extremely abrupt in this too quiet atmosphere.

It's okay, ginger tea tea.

Just think about how much you're a vicious female partner now!

Take out the cultivation of a vicious female partner!

Jiang Chacha has a Q version of herself in her heart, cheering up crazily.

After a little deliberation, she asked coldly, "President, is there something wrong with you?" ”

Wen Huaizhi was wearing a hard white shirt with delicate dark gold cuffs pinned to the cuffs, which was very flattering to his temperament. He held a pen to support his jaw, and his voice was as warm as jade, "Minister Zhang said that she put the data she sorted out on your desk, can the vice president find it out for me?" ”

Although he was the president of the student council with great power, Jiang Chacha did not find any sense of superiority from him. His every note is smooth and gentle, and his upbringing is excellent, like a gust of wind blowing by, making people feel more comfortable.

That's it?

Jiang Chacha blinked, nodded stiffly, and then looked for it on the table.

The tables between the two were together, and the distance was so great that she could barely reach him by getting up from her seat. But when the folder was handed over, she still struggled a little.

Wen Huaizhi slowly stretched out his hand at this time, and Jiang Cha Cha could feel his fingers inadvertently touching his skin, like an electric shock, but it quickly peeled off, and it was so short that it seemed like her illusion.

Seeing him take it, Jiang Chacha breathed a sigh of relief and was about to sit down.

I saw him holding a pen and covering his lips, his natural affectionate eyes bent, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "During the time I left, the vice president seems to have become different. ”

Jiang Chacha's heart skipped a beat, and she looked at him silently.

Wen Huaizhi's gold-rimmed glasses refracted the light, making it impossible to distinguish the emotions in his eyes. His superior bony appearance and European model-like body proportions, every bit of exquisite perfection reveals a faint alienation, like a kaolin flower.

His gentle eyes cast a distant look at her.

The eyes of the two were intertwined, hiding their hearts from each other.

Jiang Chacha's hand hanging under the table trembled wildly, and she felt that her palms had been wet.