"Mr. Guo, Mr. Guo - I will drink this cup on behalf of Xiao Xia," Ding Wen stopped the start of the fourth round, laughed, and quietly pulled Xia Iris Butterfly behind him, "Mr. Guo takes care of it, Xiao Xia is my junior sister, she drinks averagely, and it's not good to drink too much and then make a little drunk." ”

The two vice presidents looked at each other, and one of them, Mr. Guo, smiled: "Senior sister? I don't think it's that simple, otherwise how can there be a leader who blocks the wine for his subordinates? ”

Jiang Shan, who had already drunk on the side, returned his soul again, and he didn't forget to raise his neck when he was drunk and hazy: "Mr. Guo, Mr. Ni, the two of you don't know - it won't be long before this, Team Leader Xiaoxia, that's the one who wants to be our boss's wife!" ”

“——”

There was a sudden silence in the box.

I don't know if it's alcohol, but in this short second, the summer butterfly actually sensed a kind of snow-covered chill in the scorching summer.

The chill came from the sofa behind her, but Xia Kites didn't dare to look back.

It just so happened that after three rounds of white and red, she really couldn't stand it. Ding asked and apologized, and Xia Kitese walked out of the box with her feet.

The lights in the hallway are almost three from one to three.

Summer Butterflies staggered to the bathroom.

When she crossed a corner, her high heels stepped on her long skirt, and she stumbled and was about to fall against the hard edge of the wall—

Behind her, a hand suddenly reached out and held her firmly.

Xia Butterfly lowered her eyes in a trance.

The sleeves of the white shirt were rolled up, revealing the muscles and bones with very smooth and beautiful lines, and the light blue veins slightly bloomed on the man's cold white slender arms, just the right amount of sexy publicity.

Xia Yuandie panicked for no reason, and wanted to retreat: "Thank you......"

Didn't finish speaking.

The wooden door behind her was pushed open with a soft thud.

In the dark and unfamiliar box, Xia Butterfly was thrown on the sofa not very ceremoniously.

Then the lights came on.

Under the light that stabbed Xia Butterfly while getting up, You Lie stuck in his trouser pocket, staring at her indifferently, and his dark eyes peeled off a sense of oppression that was tight to the extreme.

A second or two later, he closed the door behind him with a backhand.

Xia Butterfly had already sat up straight from the sofa, she thought about it, chose a gorgeous smile that he probably hated the most, raised her face, and looked at him with a smile without running or running.

"Mr. You, I heard that you are also getting married, congratulations?"

“……”

You Lie ignored it, and seemed to be too lazy to raise his eyelids.

He walked over to the coffee table in front of her and sat down on his knees. The tight straight trouser line stretched up the sharp and flamboyant lines, and the thin suit pants almost touched her long skirt, so that Xia Butterfly couldn't tell whether it was cold or hot.

And sitting on the coffee table a few points higher than her, You Lie clasped his fingers, his elbows against his knees, and slowly approached the person in front of him lazily.

The air in front of Xia Kitese seemed to be consumed by the extremely faint but unignorable aura on his body.

Until he stopped.

It was close at hand, and on this beautiful and harmless face, You Lie couldn't see a trace of camouflage or flaws.

If you say that the girl seven years ago is still a little immature.

Now, she's a fox through and through.

“……”

You Lie lowered his thin and sharp eyelids, disgusted and a little self-deprecating, and he chuckled lowly.

"Millions, seven years to be 'happy'?"

Xia Kite's eyes shrank very lightly and quickly, as if she was pricked by something invisible.

Before she could tell, she resumed her usual smile.

"You always don't know, money, you can't afford to toss."

“… Good. ”

For a short moment, Xia Butterfly seemed to hear a hint of déjà vu from You Lie's slightly hoarse voice.

But the man raised his eyes, and there was only the coldness of the boundless silence.

He stood up and looked down at her with dark eyes that were piercing chills.

"Then let me see, how are you going to beg me to get back together."

Xia Kitedie suddenly remembered the summer when she first met You Lie ten years ago.

In front of the highest step of the long staircase, the condescending boy leaned on the handrail of the corner, staring down at her indifferently. At that time, the young man's eyebrows and eyes were unruly and cold, his dark hair was exposed to brilliant gold in the light, and his snow-white shirt was blown up by the wind in an unreachable corner.

The first time she stepped into that house that day, she knew—

He and her, cloud mud, heaven and earth.

But she never thought that she would be intimate with him later, and he carefully picked it up from the dust and mud and stuck it to his only softest and most unguarded heart.

Then she broke her bones and was stabbed with the deepest and most ruthless stab by her own hands.

…………

That childish summer.

After all, they will never go back.

Chapter 3 Poor Students

The midsummer daylight is cut loosely by the leaves and drifts into the window, plading the desk in the sophomore office with a layer of gray and white canvas.

In the corner of the table, the calendar is blown by the wind, and the pages are turned by brushing.

Then it slowly stopped.

September 14, 2014.

This is the first day that Xia Kitese left the mountains and entered this magnificent Xinde Middle School.

Every inch of bricks and tiles here, and even the cool breeze continuously blown by the air conditioner makes Xia Butterfly unfamiliar and difficult to get used to.

But if there are many accidents, it will be numb.

After standing in the breezy office for nearly half an hour, Xia Kites's curiosity had dissipated, and there was only a trace of irrepressible irritability left-

The admission process was delayed, and the office was full of secret eyes.

Except for the old seedlings in front of her.

Lao Miao's real name is Miao Xinjun, and he is the head teacher and English teacher of the first class of the second year of Xinde Middle School, a man who is nearly middle-aged and naturally begins to go bald.

At the moment, he was raising his glasses, squinting, and poking at the keyboard behind the computer with concentration and difficulty.

The sun was shining by the window, and the top of the old seedlings falling together was even brighter, like turning on an electric lamp with the highest wattage in the mountain.

Xia Butterfly was always hooked for attention, and finally had to lower her head to divert her gaze.

So when Lao Miao finally finished knocking on his waist, he saw the little girl in front of him who seemed to be very introverted and timid when she spoke was trying to lower her head-

She must have been at a loss for the new environment, so she was looking at her own toes.

Lao Miao was suddenly a little sad.

"Student Xia, although you have come to a new school and a new class, you don't have to worry too much. Your village party secretary has already called me to tell me about your situation, and if you have any difficulties, you can always find the teacher, and the teacher is always there. ”

Lao Miao said, picking up the prepared note from the side, with a string of numbers written on it in beautiful blue pen handwriting.

He smiled kindly and handed it to the girl: "This is the teacher's mobile phone number, you can call me at any time if you have something." ”

The girl standing at the table seemed to hesitate and didn't answer: "Thank you, teacher, but I... There is no phone. ”

“——”

Lao Miao's smile suddenly stiffened.

He heard a thunder of self-blame and guilt fall on his conscience.

And that's not all.

At the desk of the second class teacher opposite, a thin boy who was peeking at this side couldn't help but say "hey": "What age, there are still people who don't have a mobile phone at home?" ”

"Bang!"

Without waiting for Lao Miao to attack, the second class teacher slapped the table first: "Zhu Xingwen!" Look at the two points you scored in the exam last semester, do you still have the heart to care about others? ”

“……”

The old Miao came back in a huff, and he began to take the trouble to introduce Xia Yuandie's teaching area and coursework to Xinde Middle School in detail one by one.

And the boy named Zhu Xingwen next to him was a bastard, and he was also hippie and smiling when he heard criticism, and he was driven out by the second class teacher impatiently waving his hand after a while.

Zhu Xingwen trotted all the way back, entered the teaching building, he swept through the corridor of the second class like the wind, and went straight to the front door of the first class without stopping-

"Amazing! You're in the 'big guys'! ”

A classroom door was slammed.

Today is the Sunday of the small break, and Xinde Middle School has a group self-study. Although it is a recess, the first class is a key preparatory class in the grade, and there are not a few students who study between classes.

So immediately, the frightened girl in the front row raised her head, and a pencil case was viciously thrown at Zhu Xingwen:

"Zhu Xingwen, you're going to die, why are you scary!"

Zhu Xingwen twisted his waist, dodged neatly, and held the lectern with a hippie smile: "Sister Qiong is angry, I'm here to spread big news to your class." ”

“？ What big news can you have? ”

There was a lot of noise here, and most of the classroom was quiet.

After saving enough of the attention he wanted, Zhu Xingwen raised his head proudly: "Lao Miao is in the office at this moment, enrolling the transfer students in your class!" ”

"Transfer students?"

"Directly transferred to our class? Impossible. ”

"Men and women? What does it look like? ”