surrender to her

Chapter 2 Love at first sight

The lights in the corridor, the dark night outside the balcony, Meng Cheng just stood at the junction of light and dark formed by the collision of light, like a painting.

At the right age, she is full of fresh and vivid girlishness, but she doesn't look like a student.

The body is a bit too thin, but the figure is very good, the waist is slender and the legs are long, the front and rear are uneven, the lines are superior, slender and slim, regardless of the eyes of others, the clothes are cool and bold, and the beautiful characteristics of these girls are fully displayed.

Light-colored denim shorts with shredded edges, white cotton tight-fitting umbilical suspenders, and a translucent thin chiffon shirt outside. One side was loose and peeled off. She didn't bother to care about it, revealing half of her smooth and fair shoulders. The concave collarbone is exquisite and beautiful.

Meng Cheng is very beautiful, and many people label her face as "humeizi" like her mother, but undoubtedly, no one has ever denied their beauty.

The outline is three-dimensional, the facial features are exquisite, without the blessing of powder and daisy, black hair, snow skin and red lips, glamorous and charming, this characteristic can be aggressive when taken to the extreme.

The prominence is reflected in her pair of upturned fox eyes, the eyelashes are thin and long, the pupils are black and rich like obsidian shining with fragments, and a small tear mole is dotted on the end of the right eye, rubbing into it in a charming way. A bit flirtatious, as if one can take people's minds away at a glance, charming the mind.

This kind of appearance is inherently controversial and polarized. Some people are willing to bow down to her poppy beauty, while others will have a lot of prejudice and dislike for her just because of her face.

But Meng Cheng has always been this self-willed personality since she was a child, even if other people's saliva sprayed into a vast ocean, not a single drop would splash on her.

"Miss Cheng."

Someone shouted from behind, Meng Cheng withdrew his gaze from Yue Shang, and looked back thoughtfully.

Caught off guard, tears welled up in Shang Xiangzhao's eyes.

"..."

Xiang Zhao still had the same heightened hair style as a broom star spread with cake cream on his head, walked over and held her hand, and at the same time squeezed his eyes, two lines of tears flowed down.

Seeing him coming out, Meng Cheng trembled in fright, he couldn't laugh or cry: "What are you doing?"

Xiang Zhao raised his arms and wiped away the tears on his face, sobbing, "Sister, I cried because of your back view."

Meng Cheng: "..."

Shake off the hand of this scumbag, "Get lost."

When Gao Wenbo and Song Xinyuan came out, they just saw this scene and laughed so hard that they almost died of laughter.

Xiang Zhao had had a drink tonight, and now he might be getting drunk, he was unresponsive, a little dazed, Song Xin wished to play with him like a pet.

Gao Wenbo went to Meng Cheng's side, and leaned against the railing casually, "Do you want to go to school tomorrow?"

Meng Cheng crushed out the cigarette he hadn't smoked, and said lazily, "Go, if you don't go to school, Lao Meng will have to chop me into noodles."

"You can do it, Uncle Meng is not willing." Gao Wenbo recalled the past, thinking about it made him cry, "The three of us got into trouble together since we were young, and Xiang Zhao and I were beaten up every time by mixed doubles. , you, the mastermind, are lucky, you come to 'visit' us with snacks every time."

Interesting stories from childhood came to mind, Meng Cheng smiled.

Lao Mengchong really has no personality, and basically never made her frown, but she is very persistent in going to school. She knows her brains and virtues best. Dad doesn't believe it, the sixth grade and the third year of junior high school are the crucial two years for her to go to school, she must be allowed to stay in the first grade.

That's why they have only reached this level in the school. Xiang Zhao and Zhou Wenbo have been in the same class as her two-year juniors since they were young.

It's been a week since the start of school, Meng Cheng went to school on the first day of school, and because he stayed up all night the night before, he randomly found a table and lay down on it, fell asleep in the dark and unconscious, and left as soon as the bell rang. A series of procedures such as reporting were completed for her by the two injustices.

In the corridor, Song Xinyuan and Xiang Zhao were bluffing and fighting, their laughter contagious and wanton, and Gao Wenbo kept chatting with Meng Cheng.

In fact, all three of them knew that because of their mother, Meng Cheng felt sad and depressed every year on his birthday, and he was not as happy as he showed.

Meng Cheng also laughed when he watched the elementary school chicken fighting duo, and occasionally replied to Gao Wenbo's words, but seemed a little absent-minded.

She raised her hands and pulled the broken hair around her face behind her ears, her frown and smile were pleasant to the eyes, the girlish charm on her body was bright and refined, like a noble and lazy white jade sparrow.

After a while, Meng Cheng patted Gao Wenbo on the shoulder and said, "This bastard Xiang Zhao drank too much, don't let him run around."

After that, go to the stairs.

"Why are you going?"

"Suddenly I want to eat fried yogurt."

"..."

"Fried yogurt? Give me one too! It tastes like mango!" Song Xinyuan added later.

Meng Cheng raised his hands, signaling that he understood.

Gao Wenbo dragged Xiang Zhao back to the private room, while Song Xinyuan walked to the small terrace, leaned on the railing and looked down at the snack street, and found a stall selling fried yogurt.

This snack street is very famous in the vicinity of Ruihua. Usually, many students come in groups of two or three. At the peak time at noon and evening, the road with so many people can't walk.

Just next to this restaurant, just around the corner, Meng Cheng glanced at his phone and found that Lao Meng had sent her a message 10 minutes ago, asking her if the dinner party was over.

The flow of people was as bustling as water. She crossed the half-width and not narrow street diagonally, walked towards the fried yogurt stand, lowered her head and tapped her mobile phone to return Lao Meng's message, not paying much attention to the road.

Walking to the middle of the road, suddenly, a few hurried tram bells rang in my ears.

Meng Cheng raised her head subconsciously following the sound, and the people in front screamed and moved away in a panic. The bright white searchlights in front of the car stabbed at close range. She frowned and narrowed her eyes, slightly startled, but she didn't have time to react .

Seeing that she was about to touch the tram, suddenly, someone grabbed her wrist tightly, and then she was pulled aside by a great force. The next second, there was a dull pain in her shoulder, and Meng Cheng turned slightly sideways, Stumbled into a wide and hard embrace.

The car passed by dangerously, and continued to rush forward on the street. Someone complained: "What kind of quality, I don't know how to slow down when there are many people, I can honk the horn but not brake..."

A few seconds later, the surrounding crowd resumed coming and going.

The person in front of him was holding a small bag of barbecue in his hand, and the smell of scorched cumin slowly wafted up, but at this moment, Meng Cheng's breath was clearer, and it was the clean scent of saponins on his body, like the bitter citrus that she liked very much.

She raised her head, and a delicate face came into her eyes.

For a split second, he held his breath, the words of thanks that reached his lips could not be uttered, and the movement to back away also froze.

The heartbeat seemed to stop for a moment, and then when it started beating again, it accelerated and pounded.

Meng Cheng doesn't know how to describe it, but he will always remember the feeling at that moment, like in the sweltering heat, with his fingertips forcefully opening the can with a "crack", the bubbles of summer soda rushing out, sticking to the The wall of the tank makes the sound of melting and bubbling, and the refreshing coolness is refreshing.

Borrowing Gao Wenbo's metaphorical skills, she probably looks like a bottle of Sprite now.

Damn, so fucking handsome.

Precisely handsome to her heart.

The boy was very tall, with thin bones but not weak bones, and he looked as handsome as a pine tree, with a straight back, and she rubbed a few wrinkles in front of the old washed but straightened white shirt.

The lights on both sides of the street shone on his cold and handsome face. The light and shadow overlapped and outlined his facial features, making his facial features thinner and deeper.

The fine and fluffy black hair hung in front of his forehead. Meng Cheng looked straight into the young man's eyes. His pair of phoenix eyes were narrow and cold, with thin and sharp eye arcs. They were raised slightly upwards at the end, and there was a faint trace on his eyelids. .

The eyelashes that hang down are long and straight, and the pupils underneath are full of emotions, dim and dull, as if a thin layer of ice has been frozen to isolate the outside world. The distance between them is so close, but his falling gaze makes people People feel empty and distant.

"Look at the road." He frowned slightly, his voice cold.

(End of this chapter)