Sick and beautiful people are not allowed to be white moonlight

Chapter 269 The White Moonlight Imprisoned in the Past Life 40
.She touched her face, is it disfigured?Still drooling?
"Qu Yan, the instructor asked you to perform a show." The homeroom teacher said helplessly, thinking it was funny.

Qu Yan was stunned for another second, then fell silent, looked at the instructor, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and slowly stood up.

Hearing that the task was completed, Sang Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief, her hands trembled, and she let go of him.

Unexpectedly, he was held back domineeringly again.

Sang Yu was surprised, seeing him staring at her with dark eyes.

She was stunned and looked down.

"Ah! Rogue!"

It turned out that when I shook his hand, the quilt slid down, revealing a spring.

He just looked at it.

Sang Yu was annoyed, grabbed the pillow and threw it on him.

Bao Sixiao firmly grasped her wrist, his Adam's apple rolled, and his expression was gloomy: "Sangsang, I didn't touch you."

Sang Yu understood that the subtext of this abbreviation emperor was: what you reveal yourself is none of my business.

Don't compare with idiots.

Sang Yu pulled off the quilt and hid in the bed: "I want to sleep."

Bao Sixiao didn't move, his dark eyebrows were frowned, as if he was thinking about something, his eyes were coldly staring at the bed, and finally, he said in a hoarse voice, "Sangsang, come home with me."

Sang Yu was stuffed in bed, almost choked to death by her own saliva.

Come back home?

What home?

His mind raced, and he remembered what Bao Sixiao said he would be responsible for her.

Now men are already so high quality?If you sleep in, you will be responsible, and you will be taken home?

Or, a man with a beautiful body and a good body?

Sang Yu quietly raised her eyes to glance at Bao Sixiao, and was immediately shuddered by his gloomy and cold face.

The expression was slightly subtle: "Bo Sixiao, isn't it appropriate for us to talk about this?"

Bao Sixiao stared straight at her with a silent and cold face. After a while, he hummed lightly and walked towards the door with his slender legs.

When he came to the door, he pulled his collar slowly, with an unclear expression, and lowered his voice: "Sangsang, you are mine."

Sang Yu didn't hear clearly, so she murmured in a daze, and turned to see that Bao Sixiao had already left.

There was a cool breeze when the door was closed, and there was still a faint smell of his body. Sang Yu yawned, rubbed his eyes, his back hurt, and he closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

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"This rebellious girl!" Qu Jin slapped the table with a dark face, "Wan Yin, did Sang Yu really go to the bar to hang out?!"

Qu Wanyin brushed the hair next to her ears, her innocent face was just right, and she sighed worriedly: "My friend said, last night I saw her enter the room with a man, but she didn't come out, and I don't know what's going on now .”

Sang Ning's face was ugly: "Could it be a mistake?"

"Mom, my friend saw it with his own eyes, so he can't be wrong." Qu Wanyin lowered her brows and looked obedient and sensible.

Sang Ning's face turned even worse, thinking secretly.

Sang Yu is her youngest daughter. She was often ill when she was a child, and she has been suffering from various illnesses all the time.

When she was five years old, she brought her back to the countryside, and her younger daughter recovered miraculously.

Later, when he was brought back to the capital, his condition recurred and even worsened.

In desperation, the youngest daughter can only be raised in the countryside and raised by her mother Sang Jingcun.

This care lasted for 16 years. Just a few days ago, Sang Jingcun passed away, so she thought about taking her little daughter back.

I was already mentally prepared.

The youngest daughter grew up in the countryside, so she must not be on the stage, but...

Sang Ning regretted it, but she never thought that this little girl was a thousand times worse than she thought.

Let her really be, can't hold her head up at all.

Aunt Shen, the nanny, brought the freshly made pastries. She heard a movement of her ears, her eyes showed disgust, and she knocked on the side calmly.

(End of this chapter)