Yu Xiangyang's words were like a hurricane coming wildly, setting off huge waves on the surface of the lake where Wen Qiuning's heart was like death.

A sudden stream of heat poured into her heart, and her heart beat wildly, and a sensation that she had never felt before spread from her heart.

Yu Xiangyang's anger with a look of grievance made her heart shrink a few times suddenly, with a slight pain.

The pain was sobering, and she had in her mind the scene of her and her mother being spurned by the world.

"You prodigal who can't control your ass!"

"You are a wild seed raised by a mother without a father!"

"When you grow up, you'll be like your mother!"

“···”

The wind and waves suddenly stopped.

Wen Qiuning's dark eyes stared at Yu Xiangyang, calm and gloomy.

Wen Qiuning said, "If you mean that you like me, then I tell you, I don't like you, never will!" When we first met, I told you, don't like me! ”

The expression on Yu Xiangyang's face turned to pain and sadness, and he said with difficulty, "Wen Qiuning..."

Wen Qiuning understood what he meant, but she didn't like him.

The pain and suffocation in his chest kept him at a loss.

Wen Qiuning just said calmly: "Yu Xiangyang, go back, don't like me anymore." ”

She passed by, leaving Yu Xiangyang still standing in place.

The moon hid in the clouds, and in the silent streets, a row of streetlamps cast two figures that were fading away.

Yu Xiangyang returned home in a daze, and the pain did not reduce, but became more and more painful, and it hurt his heart.

Wen Qiuning's ruthless and indifferent appearance was like a sharp knife cutting at his heart, and he was tossed and turned in pain, unable to sleep.

The joys and sorrows of human beings are not the same.

When Yu Xiangyang was in great pain, his good brother was doing the happiest thing.

Cheng Jingmo's hands pinched Yu Xiangnian's thin waist, and her thin lips lingered on her back, shoulders and neck.

A tingling sensation began to stretch from the back of the waist, Yu Xiangnian's legs went weak, and a small sound overflowed from his mouth.

Cheng Jingmo kissed her lips, took away her air, and suddenly, Yu Xiangnian didn't know the future.

When she was full, she wanted to push him away, but Cheng Jingmo didn't let her go tonight, again and again.

Also having trouble falling asleep is Wen Qiuning.

She was lying on the bed, and the pain in her heart was no less than that of Yu Xiangyang.

Only she knew how much pain she felt in her heart when she said those words.

She admits that she has feelings for Xiangyang.

Yu Xiangyang is like a round of sun, dazzling and warm, for people like her who live in a cold hell, she longs for warmth and wants to get close to the sun, but she is even more afraid of being scattered by the dazzling light.

Besides, there can be a few loyal men in the world, why does she think she can be lucky to meet.

Yu Xiangyang has always hung his emotions on his face, not to mention Cheng Jingmo, even Yu Xiangnian saw Xiang Yang's sadness and loss.

Thinking of him last night, he ran out in a hurry after eating, and today he looks like an abandoned husband.

Needless to say, it must be a relationship that ends before it begins!

Time heals everything, let him slow himself.

Yu Xiangyang leaned lazily on the sofa, An An took a candy with peeled candy paper and fed it to his mouth, "Uncle, eat." ”

Yu Xiangyang opened his mouth to eat, "Give my uncle another one." ”

Eating a few more should ease the bitterness in his heart.

Yu Xiangyang didn't go to Wen Qiuning again.

If you don't like it, you don't like it, he's not a stalker.

But the longing in my heart can't be controlled.

Usually it's okay at school, but on weekends, Yu Xiangyang is like schizophrenia, his legs habitually want to go out, and his brain warns himself not to go.

Cheng Jingmo couldn't bear to look at his tangled and painful appearance, but Cheng Jingmo didn't know what to do.

"Otherwise, I'll ask Nian Nian how to deal with this?"

"Not allowed!" Yu Xiangyang refused without thinking about it.

Don't you think he hasn't lost enough face?!

In this way, after more than a month of persistence, Yu Xiangyang was full of thoughts, and Yu Xiangyang dreamed again!

Wake up in the middle of the night, hot and humid.

In the dark, lonely with eyes open.

When did he fall in love with Wen Qiuning?

I don't know when he liked it, but by the time he found out, he already liked it.

What do you like about her?

I like the way she laughs, I like her snow white and pink, I like her coldness, I like her tenacity, I like her bravery, and even the way she coldly rejects him, I seem to like it!

But she didn't like him!

Thinking of this, Yu Xiangyang's hot feeling suddenly cooled down.

Yu Xiangnian also knew Yu Xiangyang's troubles, and wanted to help him solve his worries.

But when she saw that Wen Qiuning was studying and working as usual, she was not affected in the slightest, so she couldn't help it.

It seems that Lang has no intention of having a concubine, and the twisted melon is not sweet, so it is unnecessary.

Wen Qin asked Wen Qiuning to ask Yu Xiangyang and them to come to the house for dinner, but Wen Qiuning refused to mention it twice.

Wen Qiuning's face was silent, but her heart was sadder than anyone else, and her heart was empty.

It's just that she has learned to suppress her emotions since she was sensible, no matter how sad she is, she won't let Wen Qin see it, and others can't see it.

Thankfully, books can fill the void in her heart.

Whenever she misses, she allows herself to read a book and distract herself.

She worked harder than anyone else, and an article she wrote was published in the school newspaper, which attracted unanimous praise from teachers and students at the school.

The topic of everyone's recent discussion is the article written by Wen Qiuning.

Wu Xiaomin put down the newspaper in his hand and sneered.

A poor person who only has the so-called thoughts left, is also worthy of pride?!

In the cafeteria that day, Wen Qiuning was holding a lunch box for cooked meals and looking around for a seat.

In the afterglow, I caught a glimpse of a figure approaching, and before she could avoid it, her back was burned.

Then came the panicked voice, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was careless." ”

In the weather of mid-June, Wen Qiuning was wearing the white shirt that Wen Qin bought for her, the soup was dripping down her back, her entire back was wet, the vest inside could be seen clearly, and her pants were also half wet.

The lunch box in Wen Qiuning's hand was buckled on that person's head without hesitation, "I'm sorry, I was careless." ”

The tone was stiff, without the slightest hint of apology.

She didn't need to apologize, she saw clearly just now that Wu Xiaomin was deliberately coming towards her.

Wu Xiaomin was stunned with a meal, and after a while, his voice was sharp, trying to occupy a reasonable high position, "Classmate Wen, I accidentally bumped into you, how can you do this?" ”

Wen Qiuning stared at her coldly, "The same trick, use it again and again, you don't bother, my food for me is not worth it!" ”

"Get out of the way!" Wen Qiuning walked in front of her and re-cooked, "Don't delay me eating." ”

Wu Xiaomin: "···"

She wanted to make Wen Qiuning make a fool of herself, pretending to accidentally splash the soup on her, but Wen Qiuning actually dared to eat on her head as a glossy face?!

Wen Qiuning embarrassed her again and again, she wouldn't let her go!