His gaze darkened.

The fingers silently increased the force and slowly retracted.

As if feeling the uncomfortable force on her neck, the sleeping girl frowned.

Wen Huaizhi's emotions are gradually getting out of control.

Just then, he heard a fragile thud.

It seemed to be a pair of gentle hands, patiently pulling back what little sanity he had left.

Wen Huaizhi lowered his eyes.

He saw the sleeping girl's frowning brows tightly because of uneasiness, butterfly-like eyelashes trembling, and thin white eyelids fluttering, as if she would soon wake up.

The girl's neck was so slender that it seemed that he could easily break it with a slight force on his fingers.

She still has the fragrance of the teacher's jasmine, and she is still wearing the plain white dress that the teacher wears most often.

For a moment he hallucinated, and his teacher, as he had done in the past, sat across from him, his slender and soft fingers bent slightly, brushing the hair on the side of his face, and when he raised his eyes, he looked at him with a pair of innocent eyes that were wet and watery.

And the teacher's face became the face of the woman he hated the most.

It was like a whole and bright mirror, shattered and torn apart, lying on the ground, stained with ash, and no one to pick it up.

Wen Huaizhi's eyes are still very dark.

But because she made that sound, the slender fingers pinching the snow-white neck still silently lightened a little force.

The last strands of scented hair ran through his fingers, and the man gradually let go of his fingers.

Without the restraint on his neck, Jiang Chacha's thin white eyelids only moved a few times, and his locked eyebrows gradually loosened, and finally he did not wake up, but continued to fall asleep.

Wen Huaizhi glanced at her silently, and finally withdrew his hand.

He took a clean handkerchief and stood there, wiping his fingers again and again, against the light.

His gorgeous face and eyebrows fell into a dead silence.

His eyes didn't wave.

Although he did have the urge to wake her up and then coldly question her to make her worse than dead.

But in a short time, he figured it out, but he didn't want to let her go so easily.

So, he didn't want her to know what he found out so quickly for the time being.

Doesn't she like acting?

Then let her bounce in front of his eyes for a little longer.

Trick him, it's nice and fun, isn't it?

In his life, he hated others for lying to him the most.

He's going to put her in hell from which she can't recover.

Wen Huaizhi restrained himself, smiled gently, but his hand clenched the wig fiercely.

He finally quietly left the study.

However, he overestimated himself.

Knowing her true identity, he couldn't pretend that nothing happened in front of her for a while.

He even resisted and hated meeting her.

What he hated the most was that he kind of liked the teacher.

And the teacher he liked turned out to be the woman he hated the most.

He actually liked ginger tea?

Wen Huaizhi's usual composure and calmness disappeared completely.

Only by not seeing her can he restrain the tyrannical out-of-control thoughts in his heart.

When he saw her, he didn't know what he would do.

He didn't want to see her again.

The ideal is plump, but the reality is skinny, even if it is deliberately avoided, but they are all in the same school, and they will inevitably meet.

will appear in the same elevator.

Even having to be in the same office.

When Jiang Cha Cha pushed the door open, the room was clean and tidy, and there was nothing out of the ordinary, and the green outside the window was thick, while the man was sitting on a black leather chair as usual, holding a book in his hand, looking at it calmly.

This is similar to what Minister Zhang told her, "The president lost his temper today...... Not quite the same, right?

Jiang Chacha frowned and observed a few more times.

The office is still the same as usual, nothing has changed.

Minister Zhang, are they sure they weren't lying to her?

With his thoughts in mind, Jiang Chacha's hand behind his back gently closed the door, and then quietly walked in.

for fear of disturbing him and harming himself again.

She walked over to her seat and pulled her chair away with a gentle movement.

The chair rubbed against the floor, creaking and creaking.

It's a bit loud.

Jiang Chacha subconsciously looked at Wen Huaizhi.

He held a book in his hand, his face was as calm and indifferent as Guanyin, and the only sound left in the office was his turning pages.