The Male Lead's White Moonlight is Attracted to Me!

Gu Wang held his breath, but the trembling eyelashes betrayed him.

He Qinghuan's hand was gently placed on Gu Wang's eyelids, a little black was stuck on the eyelashes, he easily removed it with his fingertips, but he didn't let go of Gu Wang immediately.

Gu Wang blinked, feeling that the stuff stuck in his eyes was gone, and wanted to run away immediately.

Gu Wang's face was small, and He Qinghuan held one side of his face with one hand, his eyes were dark, and the tip of their noses almost collided.

"Are you afraid of me?" He Qinghuan said slowly, using a declarative tone.

Too many people are afraid of He Qinghuan, and He Qinghuan has seen a lot of eyes that resemble fear and awe. No matter how well Gu Wang hides it, no matter how short that fear stays in his eyes, He Qinghuan can catch it very quickly.

Not to mention the mood of Gu Wang.

There were still drops of water on Gu Wang's face, and his eyelashes were also wet. His whole face was spotlessly clean. He tried to look away, but He Qinghuan stopped him.

Is it over?Gu Wang frowned.

He Qinghuan lowered his eyes slightly, his voice was soft and imperceptibly dangerous, "Look, you can't be afraid of me."

He let go of Gu Wang, and Gu Wang stepped out first.

Stay behind.

Gu Wang looked at himself in the mirror, the corners of his eyes were pressed by He Qinghuan's warning just now, and now they were flushed, Gu Wang rubbed his face, brushed away the signs that were gradually showing up, and didn't bother to think about it.

He Qinghuan guessed right, she was just afraid of him.

It is because Gu Wang does not belong to this book, he knew all the plots in advance, and he is also the person who knows how scary He Qinghuan is.

He Qinghuan's mother died of dystocia when she gave birth to him, and she was an only child. He Qinghuan inherited everything from his mother's natal family. The relatives there were relatively clean. The He family's side was unsightly. An illegitimate son and an illegitimate daughter. Since He Qinghuan's mother passed away, although he refused to remarry, the women around him changed almost every day, and the seeds were scattered everywhere.

The species that are born are all kinds of strange things, with all kinds of personalities. He Zhiyan allows them to enter the house, but they are not registered.

For example, the identity of the Patriarch of the He family.

But there are still some people who have no brains. A few boys discussed that as long as He Qinghuan died, then there would be no heirs, and the He family would be in their pocket.

They pushed He Qinghuan down the stairs, and He Qinghuan survived and stayed in the hospital for three months.

On the day he came back from the hospital, He Qinghuan walked slowly to the boy his age who was surrounded by everyone in the living room, and before he could react and take any precautions, he dragged him directly to the lake in the yard.

The lake was sparkling, with a layer of silvery spots rippling under the winter sun.

He Qinghuan pressed the boy's head into the lake, allowing him to show his head and have a chance to breathe when the boy was almost suffocating, and in the next second, pressed down hard again.

The water of the lake was startled into a circle of waves.

He Qinghuan's expression was indifferent, and he didn't see any obvious hostility, but it was such indifference that made the people standing at the door behind him even more frightened.

That is also the person who grew up with him.

However, their neighbor, He Qinghuan's youngest Yue Feng, leaned on the wall and lazily said, "Just kill him, Ah Huan is still soft-hearted."

He Qinghuan raised his eyelids and glanced at him, lifted the person under his hand out of the water, threw it on the ground, and chuckled, "Don't worry, the future will last forever."

Yue Feng was taken aback for a moment, then "tsk".

At that time, they were both 15 years old.

In the book, about He Qinghuan's methods against these people, the author writes in detail and briefly, and many of them left a deep impression on Gu Wang.

He took out a tissue and wiped his face dry, and simply didn't think about the reason why He Qinghuan changed his attitude. As long as he didn't hate it, it... wasn't a bad thing.

When he went out of the bathroom, Wen Ting immediately looked at him, "Look, come quickly, you are the only one missing!"

Gu Wang sat down in front of the background cloth, the uncle quickly took a few pictures, Zeng Xiao immediately chased after him, "Uncle, can you print two more pictures of him?"

Gu Wang, "..."

The uncle laughed twice, "What's the point of printing two more copies? This can't be eaten."

Zeng Xiao said quickly, "Yes! I can eat it!"

There are four photos for each person, and those who paid with the class fee, it is understandable that the uncle does not want to print more.

Anyway, I don't know if she got what she wanted, and she always skipped all the way back to the classroom.

Because the holiday is about to begin, the pass was implemented very quickly. In the morning, the photo was taken, and the monitor of each class went to collect the photo in the afternoon.

In the group, Li Shuya asked Wen Ting, secretary of the Communist Youth League, to go to the logistics to get a photo and a pass, and asked everyone to post the photo, so that they could enter and leave the school with the certificate.

Just as Wen Ting typed out the word "received", she saw He Qinghuan's profile picture popping up. The person who almost never bubbled up in the group replied yes.

Wen Ting: ...Isn't this Aite's me?

When He Qinghuan left, Gu Wang was lying on the table playing with a pen. As soon as he left, Gu Wang rolled his eyes.

Song Zhiyan jumped out from the back and sat in the seat in front of Gu Wang. It was the afternoon break. Gu Wang liked to play basketball at the front desk, and usually he would kill on the playground at this time.

Song Zhiyan was mysterious, and asked in a low voice, "Do you know why we need a pass?"

Gu Wang straightened his waist, pouted his chin, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Didn't you say it was for safety?"

They are basically day students in high school, and there is a dormitory building only for students who are very far away from home or who come to study from other places.

"Almost," Song Zhiyan nodded, "but do you want to know why it is for our safety?"

Gu Wang looked at Song Zhiyan, Song Zhiyan looked at Gu Wang, and fell silent for a while.

After Song Zhiyan asked this question, he also felt that this question was really stupid. Why did he return to the school for their safety? Song Zhiyan cleared his throat and said in a low voice, "Skip the previous question. Shen Zhao heard from their squad leader that it seems that it is because of the nearby third middle school. The group of buddies pretended to be from our school, came in to pick up girls, and were caught by Lao Ma." Lao Ma is their academic director.

Gu Wang, "...Why did you go to other people's schools...to find girls?" Gu Wang felt that the word "bubble" was not a good word, so he changed the word halfway.

Song Zhiyan snorted, "There are not many girls in No. [-] Middle School. There are too many boys. They are not good at cultural subjects, but sports and art are the first in our city. There are many rich people in their school, and they are all young masters. We can't compare them. They come in One brew at a time."

Gu Wang looked at him, "You are quite rich too."

Song Zhiyan couldn't help laughing twice, "It's okay."

After he finished speaking, he probably thought of something, and his expression suddenly became sad, "What's the use of having money? She doesn't like money."

Song Zhiyan's Meng Ou.

Gu Wang pondered for a while, and comforted softly, "You study hard, she will always understand your mind."

Song Zhiyan, "I hope so."

The logistics department went to many squad leaders, and He Qinghuan would never appear on such an occasion. As soon as he came in, everyone's eyes were on him.

It's not without reason that so many people like him. He is good-looking, rich, never bullying, and polite. There is no more perfect person than He Qinghuan in the world.

Several teachers gave them passes and photos, and when they arrived in He Qinghuan's class, she was a female teacher, and she smiled brighter than those in other classes.

"This is from your class, you count and see if there is any difference?"

"Teacher, our class is still short of two passes." A boy behind silently raised his hand.

The female teacher said concisely, "Take it yourself."

Boy, "... oh." I'm sad but I won't say it.

He Qinghuan counted the number of passports and there was no problem. When flipping through the photos, he paused for a while, then raised his eyes to look at the teacher, "The photo is missing a classmate's."

Xia Qing was taken aback, and then asked, "Which classmate's is it? It just so happens that they are still printing."

He Qinghuan lowered his head, casually flipped through the photos in his hand, and said thoughtfully, "It should be...Student Gu Wang's."

Xia Qing nodded, and ran to the place where the photos were being printed, "The photo of Gu Wang in the second class of the third year was missed and not printed."

"I remember printing it."

"No print, their squad leader read it, and he was the only one who didn't have it."

"No way, I have an impression of that boy, he looks good."

"If you say it's not printed, it won't be printed. Teacher Zhang, why are you so annoying?"

"..."

He Qinghuan turned a deaf ear to the commotion over there, he spread out his palms, Gu Wang's photo was wrapped in simple transparent paper, and the blue background cloth behind him made Gu Wang look even whiter.

The boy smiled slightly, his eye sockets could still see a touch of red, his light amber eyes shone brightly when he smiled, and the eyelashes as thick as crow feathers outlined the delicate eye shape.

So clean that it is unbearable to be profane.

it's beautiful.

Xia Qing quickly came over with Gu Wang's photo, and He Qinghuan put the photo in his pocket, took the multi-printed photo, and said thank you with a smile.

The author has something to say: Shit, He Qinghuan is a good dog