Sweet!The boss in the Beijing circle seduces and pets the gentle and soft little fairy

At first, Jiang Wansheng was worried that she would not be able to blend in, but when she actually got there, she really felt extremely relaxed and happy.

It was not like the reading club she had joined before. Although everyone was organized with the common purpose of loving reading, most of them were of different levels.

But Ling Nan's team gave her a completely different feeling.

Every soul is alive.

Everyone's thoughts are heavy.

Everyone came together for sincere love, and she felt very great.

In this world, it is not easy for a person to find what he loves all his life, and it is even more difficult to meet a group of like-minded friends.

Finding someone who resonates with your soul is really a touching and cherished thing.

What surprised her the most was that the tutor of Lingnan's team was a professor of one of her compulsory courses, and a paper she had submitted was also appreciated by him, and the two had communicated in private.

In this afternoon, she seemed to have glimpsed the beauty of words.

And she also successfully joined everyone's reading team to prepare for the next live broadcast.

Everyone chatted until late at night.

Jiang Wansheng rubbed his neck and went back to the family courtyard.

The elevator opened, she walked to the door, and stopped immediately.

Her suitcase was left at the door, and she walked quickly to the door.

I took the key to open the door, but found that it didn't fit at all.

She raised her hand to knock on the door, and soon a middle-aged woman in pajamas came to answer the door.

Jiang Wansheng's tone was no longer pleasant: "Excuse me, what does this mean?"

The middle-aged woman didn't care, her face was very mean, "I am the landlord here, if I want to live in you have to move out."

"But we signed the contract and paid the rent. Even if you change your mind temporarily, you should inform me in advance."

The middle-aged woman was a little annoyed when she heard this, and her voice became louder, "Who didn't notify you in advance, I have been sending WeChat and calling the three of you this afternoon, and you are the only one who answered the two, how do you send messages?" None. I have already returned the rent and deposit to you intact.”

"You haven't come back and you can't get in touch. You have to let me pack your luggage for you. I'm not angry yet. What are you arguing about here!"

Jiang Wansheng took a deep breath and found it ridiculous, "You have unilaterally breached the contract. We must notify me personally and receive my reply before we can reach an agreement. You are already forced to evict you, do you understand?"

The middle-aged woman didn't care, "You can say what you like!"

After speaking, he slammed the door behind him without waiting for Jiang Wansheng to respond.

The force was so great that there was a "clang" sound echoing in the corridor.

Jiang Wansheng felt as if he had been slapped.

She opened WeChat, muted her phone this afternoon, and never opened it again.

Looking at it now, I found that the two girls still had the landlord's information and phone number.

She collected the transfer from the landlord, turned off her phone, and walked downstairs with her suitcase.

Now look, she has to go back to school.

As soon as he walked downstairs, the phone rang.

Unexpectedly, it was her mother, Luo Muyan.

Swipe open to connect, "Hello, Mom."

Luo Muyan's gentle voice sounded, "Shengsheng, are you on summer vacation?"

It has been a week since the summer vacation, and when she called at this time, Jiang Wansheng felt that it was not a good thing.

She responded: "Yeah."

Luo Muyan: "Then... what are your plans for this summer vacation?" After a pause, she asked tentatively, "Going back to Yu City?"

Some gentle words from her mother suddenly made her feel a little bit of anticipation.

Especially on this night when he was caught off guard.

But before she could respond, she heard rustling voices from over there, as if her stepfather Chen He was urging her mother, "Hurry up."

The mother's voice came again, this time with a little apology, "It's such a voice, mom is a little sorry. Because Xingran has a cold and fever recently, maybe mom can't take care of you."

"...So, if you want to come back...can you try to go to your father's side?"

A pot of cold water poured down suddenly, and the faint warmth froze to death before it sprouted.

Luo Muyan may also feel that it is not very good, and added: "I'm sorry, Shengsheng, it's not that Mom doesn't miss you, it's just..."

Jiang Wansheng tried his best to suppress the bitterness in his heart, and interrupted directly: "It's okay, Mom, I won't go back."

She smiled sarcastically, "You and Dad don't have to worry. I always hope that your family is happy, don't you?"

There was complete silence over there, and after a long time, Luo Muyan's dry voice came over, "Sound..."

"Mom, it's eleven o'clock now, I'm going to rest, good night."

She hung up the phone quickly, unwilling to hear any more excuses from the person she called her mother to exclude her from her life.

She tilted her head slightly, trying to relieve the soreness in her eyes.

"pat-"

A drop of water fell on her forehead.

She stretched out her hand, and the drops of water gradually fell.

A relieving rain met her unexpectedly.

It seemed to be responding to her heart that was riddled with holes at the moment.

Is this God's comfort?Or is it a mockery from God?

Laughing at whether she still has illusions after so many years.

She didn't want to open an umbrella or hide from the rain, so she pulled the suitcase into the rain.

With a numb expression on her exquisite and beautiful little face, she was walking back to school with her suitcase.

The rain gradually became heavier, the pedestrians on the road became less and less, and under the cover of the rain curtain, there was still a faint shroud of mist.

Xia Yu is not cold, but her heart is like being in an ice cellar.

An unpopular child, once this label is placed on herself, it will take many years of difficult self-healing, and she is obviously not strong enough to be invulnerable to these words.

Her pace was not fast, and the light spots of the street lamps were blurred into diamond-shaped fragments, and she was out of place under the rain.

She was completely immersed in her own world, oblivious to what was going on around her.

The night fell, with mist and drizzle.

A black Bugatti pierced through the cool night rain and finally stopped beside Jiang Wansheng.

And she didn't notice it.

The rear door of the Bugatti opened, and the man, with his slender legs on the ground, walked quickly towards the girl by the side of the road, holding a black umbrella.

Just as Jiang Wansheng was about to take a step, her wrist was held by a big hand, and then a strong force suddenly pulled her into a warm embrace, the rain curtain was cut, and the warmth came over her.

A cold and deep voice suddenly suppressed above his head, "Jiang Wansheng, why are you playing self-mutilation when you are too old?"

Anger was evident in his voice.

When Jiang Wansheng heard a familiar voice, she suddenly raised her head, and slammed into a pair of deep and sharp black eyes that were not concealing her anger at the moment. She suddenly came back to her senses, "Little uncle?"

"Why are you here?"

Qin Mo was in a bad mood tonight. Looking at Qin Weizhao, he felt upset. Fortunately, Lin Tang sent him back to the famous capital of Luqiu. He passed by Fuhua University unexpectedly, and unexpectedly saw a slender figure walking slowly from a distance. In the rain curtain, without an umbrella or shelter from the rain, the whole person seems to be swallowed by great sadness.

He didn't think at all, seeing people like this, his heart seemed to be clenched by a pair of big hands, and there was a suffocating pain.

"On the way home, I saw a strange man pulling a suitcase to play in the rain. I wanted to see if this man was a fool, so I got out of the car to watch the excitement." Qin Mo's voice sounded ironic.

Jiang Wansheng looked up at him, his voice was obviously cold, but it was much better than her mother's gentle but piercing tone.

Because, in his eyes, she could see undisguised worry.