Boyfriend became a villain after disappearing

——Just a little lesson——

After school at noon that day, Lu Tan packed up his things and subconsciously looked towards the door of the classroom, but he didn't see Song Xun'an.

Lu Tan couldn't help frowning.

Speaking of which, he didn't see Song Xun'an coming to him this morning.

So Lu Tan went to Song Xun'an's classroom with doubts, but he didn't see anyone else. There were only three or two people in the classroom.

"Excuse me, have you seen Song Xun'an?" Lu Tan asked aloud.

"Just after class, I was taken away by a few seniors."

Hearing this, Lu Tan couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

Maybe it's Song Xun'an's friend, after all, Song Xun'an is not the only friend.

"I see, thank you."

After Lu Tan thanked him and left Song Xun'an's classroom, he suddenly felt an inexplicable emotion in his heart, which made him uncomfortable.

After all, for the past month, Song Xun'an had been eating with him at noon, and suddenly changed to another friend. It's impossible for this feeling to get better.

Could it be that Song Xun'an changes friends every other month?

But the students in their class said a few.

It seems that Song Xun'an has quite a lot of friends.

At the same time, Song Xun'an had been taken out of the school by several students in Jiang Qiancheng's class.

Several people hung shoulders and backs with Song Xun'an, looking like good buddies. In fact, Song Xun'an was so nervous that he didn't dare to move, so he could only follow them.

There were several scars on his face, and the corner of his mouth was broken, all from being caught and beaten by Jiang Qiancheng this morning.

"Didn't you go to see Lu Tan this morning?" A man put his palm on the back of Song Xun'an's neck and squeezed it threateningly.

The skin there quickly turned red.

Song Xunan shook his head with red eyes: "No."

This morning, Jiang Qiancheng might not be able to find Lu Tan again, how could he dare to go to Lu Tan's classroom, when Jiang Sijin saw it and ran home to complain.

"You're smart." The man snorted coldly.

Song Xun'an was so full of grievances that he couldn't tell.

Several people took Song Xun'an to a rental house near the school.

"Go in." Song Xun'an was pushed in rudely.

As soon as he entered, Song Xun'an saw Jiang Qiancheng sitting on the sofa in the living room playing games.

Jiang Qiancheng leaned lazily on the sofa, with his long legs resting on the coffee table in front of him.

"Here we come." Jiang Qiancheng looked up at Song Xun'an lazily.

"Boss, we brought him over after class, he didn't go to see Lu Tan this morning." The younger brother behind him said courteously.

Jiang Qiancheng put down the game console in his hand, and snorted coldly: "Give him ten guts, but he wouldn't dare to go to Lu Tan, or see how I deal with him."

Then Jiang Qiancheng tapped the coffee table with his finger: "Come here, hurry up and finish my brother's homework."

There are homework books and pens on the coffee table, and there is another homework book, which should belong to a classmate in Jiang Sijin's class. Now bring it over and copy it to him.

Song Xun'an instantly had the urge to bump his head to death.

What he burned was not a day's homework, but an entire homework book, all the homework so far since the beginning of school, when will he have to copy it.

But he didn't dare to resist, so he could only walk to the coffee table with a sad face, ready to sit on the sofa.

"Who told you to sit next to me? Squat down and write." Jiang Qiancheng immediately glared at Song Xun'an.

Song Xun'an's movements froze, and then he could only slowly squat down, and silently picked up a pen to copy homework.

After squatting for a while, Song Xun'an felt his legs go numb, so he changed his position to make himself squat more comfortably.

But no matter how I changed it, it was so painful that I couldn't describe it in words.

Song Xun'an changed his posture almost every ten seconds.

"What are you moving around?!" Jiang Qiancheng was so annoyed by Song Xun'an's changing posture, he only felt that he was an eyesore.

Song Xun'an lowered his head and said nothing.

He also has a temper, how could he allow Jiang Qiancheng to scold him like this, but at most he could only express his anger by not answering, as for other things, he didn't dare.

Seeing that Song Xun'an dared to ignore him, Jiang Qiancheng was a little angry.

Turning around, I saw Song Xun'an squatting on the ground copying homework without saying a word. His upper body was lying on the coffee table, holding the pen in one hand and pressing the homework book in the other. To stop for a while, shake hands.

From his angle, he happened to see Song Xun'an's profile.

Song Xun'an lowered his eyes quietly like that. Although his actions were copying his homework seriously, there was obvious dissatisfaction in his eyes.

Suddenly, Jiang Qiancheng felt that this guy was quite funny, but he was not convinced and dared not say anything.

And Song Xun'an looks pretty good, white and clean, and his appearance of not saying anything is quite eye-catching.

"Okay, sit down." Jiang Qiancheng said mercifully.

Song Xun'an also had backbone, and Dang even shook his head with a cold face, indicating that he would not sit down.

"I let you sit!" Jiang Qiancheng became angry when he saw this.

A dark green vine moved quickly in front of Song Xun'an, and Song Xun'an was entangled by the vine before he could see clearly.

"I'll poison you if you don't listen." Jiang Qiancheng threatened.

Song Xun'an sat on the sofa without saying a word, fully interpreting the ability to bend and stretch.

You must know that Jiang Qiancheng's vines are poisonous. If it's mild, it will make people get rashes all over the body, itching for ten days and a half months, and if it's more important, it can directly suck up people's moisture.

And once entangled by vines, it is impossible to break free, and the more you struggle, the more painful it will be, just like a needle prick.

Song Xun'an didn't know this at first, but that's how he came here this morning.

Song Xun'an just sat on the sofa, and the feeling of backflow of blood made his legs sore and numb, as if they were not his legs anymore, but the pain was excruciating.

So Song Xun'an sat on the sofa and pressed his leg, grinning for a while.

Looking at Song Xun'an's appearance, Jiang Qiancheng thought it was very funny, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

Song Xun'an knew that Jiang Qiancheng was making fun of himself, so he gritted his teeth and didn't show any expression.

This kind of person is simply scum, too much.

At this moment, Song Xunan's stomach growled loudly, and Jiang Qiancheng next to him could hear it clearly.

Song Xun'an's face turned red instantly.

He was cut off by Jiang Qiancheng's people after class at noon today, and he didn't even have time to eat lunch. It's normal to have a stomach growl.

"You haven't eaten lunch?" Jiang Qiancheng asked him.

"Your people took me away after class, how can I have time to eat?" Song Xun'an replied very angrily.

However, this is just what he thinks he is very angry, but in fact he has an expression of daring to speak out.

Jiang Qiancheng was amused by him, and once again found this man quite interesting.

"You can eat this." Jiang Qiancheng threw a piece of bread on Song Xun'an.

Song Xun'an was caught off guard by the bread and hit his face. He grabbed the bread angrily, wanted to throw it away but didn't dare, and finally put it aside silently.

"I won't eat." Song Xun'an said indifferently.

He doesn't want to beg for food.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a slap, and Song Xun'an's neck was twitched by a vine that suddenly appeared. He cried out in pain, and stretched out his hand to cover his neck.

That moment when the vine hit his neck was painful and numb, but Song Xun'an soon felt his neck start to itch, so he couldn't help scratching it twice with his hands.

You don't need to guess to know that Jiang Qiancheng poisoned him with vines.

"It's just a little lesson." Jiang Qiancheng looked at Song Xun'an and snorted coldly.

Who made this guy disobedient.

Song Xun'an pursed her lips, lowered her eyes, and scratched her neck with her hands without saying a word.

"Give it to me quickly." Jiang Qiancheng stared at Song Xun'an and said fiercely.

Song Xun'an was afraid that Jiang Qiancheng would be in a bad mood, so he directly sucked himself dry with the vines, so he reluctantly picked up the bread, opened it, and gnawed on it tastelessly.

While gnawing bread expressionlessly, he picked up a pen and continued copying homework.

I hope that after he finishes copying his homework, Jiang Qiancheng will let him go.

It seemed that Jiang Qiancheng's poison on his neck was not particularly severe, and it didn't itch to the point of discomfort, but Song Xun'an still had to scratch it from time to time.

And he knew there must be a rash because he could feel it with his fingers.

In the afternoon, Song Xun'an was still detained in that rented house to copy homework.

There are too many homeworks, and I can't finish them at all. Every page is full of words.

Song Xun'an copied in a daze, his head was dizzy, and his whole hand was so sore that it didn't look like his own. It seemed that he had become a copying machine without emotion.

Song Xun'an was not released by Jiang Qiancheng until night, and returned to the dormitory like a walking dead.

Before leaving, Jiang Qiancheng put a monitor on Song Xunan's body and put it in his pocket.

"Go back tonight and put this dress on the bedside. I will always listen to whether you have talked to Lu Tan. If you let me hear you say a word to Lu Tan, you will die." Jiang Qiancheng put the monitor in and patted his palm twice.

After a pause, he added ferociously: "At that time, you will not be the only one who will die. I will also fight that Lu Tan!"

He knew that Song Xun'an burned his younger brother's homework last night because of Lu Tan.

His younger brother liked Lu Tan, so he couldn't let Song Xun'an get close to Lu Tan again.

Song Xun'an lowered his head, bit his lower lip hard, and then quickly let go without saying a word.

"Let's go." Jiang Qiancheng pushed Song Xun'an, signaling that he could go back.

Jiang Qiancheng was very relieved of Song Xun'an. Considering Song Xun'an's weak fighting power, forgive him for not daring to talk to Lu Tan.

Song Xunan pursed his lips, stood there for a while, then sniffed, turned and left.

The monitors were all in his pocket, and he didn't have the guts to talk to Lu Tan anymore. He just let himself be beaten, and he didn't want to involve Lu Tan in being beaten by Jiang Qiancheng.

He knows that this kind of monitor is very powerful. It can locate and track automatically, and even the slightest sound within ten meters can be monitored.