Evil Army Junior: Sir, please respect yourself

Leng Xuanhan turned his dark eyes, glanced at the school silently for a moment, and then said, "What class are you in?"

"Class three!" Tian Lingxin replied calmly.

"Well! Go in and rest early. If you want to find a job, go to the restaurant just now. The working hours of the restaurant's evening shift should be able to match your time. Don't worry, it's not a privilege, because the restaurant business is not bad , the manpower is a bit too busy, you go there, all the procedures are done as usual, if you think it's okay, go try it!"

The man's hoarse voice was full of imperceptible concern, very gentle, in this vast night, it was actually quite useful to make people stand up, at least, it sounded like this to Tian Lingxin's ears!A faint warmth flashed across Naze's star pupils.

He nodded silently, wanting to say something like thank you, but suddenly felt that if he always said that, he was actually becoming hypocritical.

In the end, he still didn't say anything, at least he looked at him with a slight smile, then slowly withdrew his eyes, turned around, and walked towards the school gate...

What was hidden deep in her eyes was the gratitude she didn't want to say, he understood, but, for some reason, when he saw her thin and lonely back, he felt slightly depressed.

She is just a young girl, but she is tormented by this big dye vat of reality. She wants to call for help, but she can't seem to find an exit. She is very fragile but always pretends to be strong!

Such a girl made him feel a little...heartache...

Looking at the direction where the thin figure had already disappeared, Leng Xuanhan's black eyes fell silent, and his eyes were silent for a moment, his handsome and charming face suddenly became calm and indifferent, under the dim street lamp , the tall and straight body stood up for a long time, and after a long time, the slender fingertips slipped through the pockets, took out a pack of cigarettes, took one, and lit it...

Through the faint smoke, the black eyes swept across the school gate, and after a while, the man put out the cigarette butt, took out the mobile phone in his trouser pocket, dialed a number, then turned around and left slowly!

Soon, the man had just stepped out of the lawn path, and a black luxury car appeared in front of him!

"Master!" Seeing Leng Xuanhan's figure, the limousine stopped immediately, the driver got out of the car and opened the door, and called out to Leng Xuanhan respectfully!

Leng Xuanhan nodded slightly, and then walked in.

"Let's drive, go back to Cuiting Mountain Villa." As soon as he got into the car, Leng Xuanhan gave the order directly.

"Yes! Master!" The driver replied respectfully, and then started the car.

The car left the small driveway very quickly, Leng Xuanhan leaned lightly on the back of the seat, and then stretched out his hand to knead the right shoulder that had just been knocked by the weight of the car, the soreness was always there, but in his But there was no trace of pain on his face, he squeezed it a few times, then let go of his hand, and quietly closed his black eyes.

The driver carefully observed the young master in the back seat from the car mirror, and did not miss the wound on the corner of his mouth. His eyes flickered for a while, after some consideration, he still spoke, "Master!"

"What's the matter? Say." Came a flat tone.

"Yes!" The driver asked cautiously; "Master, do you want to go to the hospital? The wound on your mouth seems to be bleeding."

Hearing this, Leng Xuanhan opened his slightly tired black eyes, stretched out his hand to brush those thin lips, a touch of blood red stained his hand immediately, looking at the blood red, he didn't pay much attention, maybe it was when he was smoking just now Pulled the wound.

However, when his hand brushed his lips, the sweet and soft touch on his lips before flashed in his mind, and for a moment, his black eyes flashed a little deep.

"Master!"

"No, just go back to the villa!"

"Yes, sir."