Looking at Lin Xia's back as he went away alone, there was an indescribable gloom. Yan Zhengyu's tense face was even more ugly, and his brows couldn't help but be pulled together. sighed helplessly, and then heard the girl next to him say coquettishly: "Yu, thank you!" I'm so happy, I didn't expect you to speak for me. The little girl smiled brightly, making her face even more beautiful and moving, but Yan Zhengyu was indifferent to it.

"Speaking for you? Ha ha! He didn't lift his eyes, but lowered his eyes, as if he had heard a big joke, and he couldn't stop laughing. Holding his breath, he said evilly: "Heh, you are mistaken. I didn't do that for you, I just didn't like Xia Er's temper, take advantage of you, I didn't expect to cause you a misunderstanding. You don't mind, do you? Although he was polite on the surface, there was no apology in his words.

When the lovely girl heard such cruel words, her face turned pale, her mouth kept trembling, and the sentence that she didn't mind wanting to say couldn't be said, it was stuck in her throat, she didn't expect that the boy who was standing in front of her day and night was actually such a ruthless and terrible person. The little hands clutched the beautiful skirt, and his mind went blank.

"I'm going to the library, so if you don't want to, you can do it. Don't make these boring excuses to approach me in the future, I" deliberately paused, leaned close to the girl's ear and whispered, "But it's going to be annoying!" Away from the girl's ear, they took a step back and distanced themselves from each other, and smiled innocently. The innocent smile, the immature face, and the merciless words made the girl suddenly feel that this was the real Yan Zhengyu, the embodiment of the devil. The tears finally broke the embankment and flowed down, and the heartache was so painful that there was nothing to say.

Yan Zhengyu hates girls crying the most in his life, looking at the small face in front of him that can't stop crying, he is disgusted, and he has no pity at all. If Xia Er was told like this, she would definitely not cry. He shook his head, stopped talking and turned to leave, without any comfort or goodbye.

Looking at the figure in front of her who was getting farther and farther away from her, the girl shouted unwillingly: "Yu, are you doing this for Lin Xia?" ”

When the figure heard this, he stopped, and a cold and clear voice came through the air: "No, it's for myself." At this moment, the girl realizes that she likes the wrong person, and perhaps more accurately, it is not a person at all, a selfish devil.

"Oh, and the name 'Yu' is not available in this world except for one person who is qualified to call me that. You know what I mean? After all... We don't know each other. He looked back at the little girl, smiled kindly, and his tone was very polite, but his eyes were extremely cold, which was a warning.

That year, Yan Zhengyu was 13 years old and Lin Xia was 10 years old.

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"I heard from the housekeeper that you quarreled with Xia Er at school just now, and you made people cry. Why are you so ignorant? Yan's mother said with hatred. Although this Xia Er is not her own, she likes it very much. The friendship between the two families is not shallow, and there is more contact in life, Xia Er is like half a daughter of herself, sometimes she treats her better than her own son. So hearing the butler's report this afternoon made her half angry.

"She's crying?" As soon as he returned home, he was blamed by his mother, and Yan Zhengyu's Ying brows wrinkled. He didn't expect that this time it would make Lin Xia cry.