Jiang Chacha sounded the alarm bell in her heart.

Wen Huaizhi's indifferent gaze fell on her as if there was no substance, causing her goosebumps uncontrollably.

He shouldn't have been so calm.

After being slapped in such a humiliating way, how could he be so calm as arrogant as him?

But he is so calm beyond reason.

There is no emotion in general, and he is not as calm as a person.

That's why she is so scared.

She didn't dare admit it, because she didn't know what kind of risks she would face if she did.

She raised her eyes and pretended to be stunned, "What is Xiaohuai talking about?" ”

"I don't understand."

Indeed, as she thought, he was not so calm, as could be seen from the force with which she grabbed her wrist.

He circled it with a crimson mark.

Jiang Chacha felt that her wrist was about to be broken, she was in pain, and after taking a breath of cool air, her eyes were misty, and Chu Chu looked at him pitifully.

"Xiaohuai, you hurt me."

Even the voice was soft enough to pinch out the water.

It is not a situation of equal strength, and it is a great weapon for women to show weakness to men appropriately.

But this has never been able to make Wen Huaizhi pity her.

Because he has no heart.

The only thing he loves in this world is himself.

His personality is unsound, so that he has almost no empathy, and at the same time, he has lost the ability to love others, he is unable to deal with all kinds of emotional relationships, so that in the end, no one loves him.

Wen Huaizhi looked down at her coldly.

The hot stinging sensation on his face still told him how unbearable the scene he had just experienced was, like countless times in the past, trampling his self-esteem under his feet and abandoning it.

But such an embarrassing and terrible scene was bumped into by her.

If she's just a teacher, it doesn't matter.

But she is the vice president Jiang Chacha who he hates the most.

Wen Huaizhi's eyes gradually became cold.

His face was expressionless.

Obviously found out that she was the vice president, and he should have dealt with the rat with his own hands at that time.

But instead of doing so, he continued to let her bounce before his eyes.

Even he was surprised by his behavior.

For a long time, he couldn't understand what kind of feelings he had for Jiang Chacha.

He must have hated her.

But he didn't choose to expose her at that time.

Wen Huaizhi suddenly didn't understand himself a little.

The strength in his hand increased silently, and he looked coldly at the thin brow of the woman in front of him who was furrowed from pain.

He didn't know what he was trying to do to expose her, and today he asked her, a damn and hateful woman, to come back to him as a tutor.

He seemed to be crazy, he had lost his mind, and even he didn't know why he was doing it.

And she came.

but let her bump into the embarrassing side of him that he didn't want to be known the most, not to mention that he was still the woman he hated the most.

Why did she just bump into her?

Jiang Chacha just raised her eyes, but the look in the man in front of her made her heart chuckle.

Why look at her like that?

When he stood in front of her, like a cold sculpture, he lowered his eyes slightly, and blocked her in the faint doorway, his eyebrows and eyes fell into shadows, and those eyes were so cold that he had no emotion at all, and stared at her faintly.

Different from his usual arrogant and complacent appearance, at this time his eyes were as sharp as a wounded beast, and on that jade-like side face, there were crimson slap prints, and there were faint bruises underneath, and even he still turned his face slightly now, looking at her.

The blood oozing from the corners of his thin mouth had not yet dried up.

Jiang Chacha suddenly felt the poignancy of the kaolin flower falling from the altar in him.

His eyes had darkened.

Jiang Cha Cha felt that something was even more wrong with him.

He looked calm on the face, but underneath, how painful and sad and angry he was only clear.

And if people are depressed to the extreme, they will collapse.

And the man in front of him was obviously on the verge of faint collapse.

She felt that she should run away at this time.

She tried to struggle with her wrists, trying to escape from his shackles.

As a result, her body just struggled out of his arms for a second, and with a bang, she was pressed back to the door by the man, and she just gasped in pain, and the rest of the air was blocked by the man.

Her right hand was still held high above her head.

As if that wasn't enough, his other wrist was also grabbed by him, and then it was also held high, and he forced her hands together as if he were holding a prisoner in shackles.

The gentle man in front of her did not have a little pity, her lips were like petals under a rainstorm.

She tasted the rusty taste of blood.

Her eyes widened, and at that moment, she felt like a dog.

It hurt her bite.

(End of chapter)