The Devil Strikes: Sweetheart, Addicted

Chapter 11 Is it your fiance? See for yourself
"I'm sorry, because I called you in and let you be scolded by that psychopath." Mu Xiaran apologized awkwardly, twisting her fingers.

Lin Yichen shook his head, raised the corners of his mouth, "It's okay."

As he said that, Lin Yichen pulled out two pieces of paper from his hand and handed them to Mu Xiaran, "This is the information registration form. Student Yin's information is incomplete and cannot be entered into the file. There is another one for you. Fill it out and give it to me."

"Wait! Wait, President... I, I'm not familiar with that pervert!" Mu Xiaran wanted to catch up, but Lin Yichen took advantage of his long legs and left quickly.

Back in class, Han Gaoya hadn't come back yet, as soon as she walked in, all eyes fell on her.

Mu Xiaran stopped in her tracks immediately, her pupils kept widening, and finally she turned around and left.

As soon as the front foot walked out, a figure came out from the back foot, quickly caught up with Mu Xiaran, and pulled her into his arms.

"Let go, let go! Pervert!"

Yin Jieyao put Mu Xiaran on his shoulder without saying a word, and walked to the lounge.

Walking into the lounge, Yin Jieyao threw the person onto the sofa without any mercy, and pressed the whole person on it, his eyes were dark and his face was gloomy.

"Sweetheart, what's the relationship between you and that shit president? Boyfriend and girlfriend? And invite him to dinner? Saying such things in front of me is quite courageous..."

Mu Xiaran held the paper to cover her face, and when she heard what Yin Jieyao said, she revealed a pair of small eyes and stared at him: "You have to care about any friends I make! Are you too strict? Are you really treating yourself as a Is my fiance already?"

Mom and Dad would never find such a perverted fiancé for her!
After Yin Jieyao stared at her for a while, he suddenly took out his wallet and threw it on Mu Xiaran's face, with a low voice, "Is it your fiance, you can see for yourself!"

When he pulled out the photo, Mu Xiaran opened his eyes wide, holding the photo for comparison with the sharp and handsome Yin Jieyao in front of him.

It took a long time before she recovered her voice, "This...is this you?!"

In the photo, there are two people sitting at the door of a small bungalow. The little girl is smiling brightly. The little boy is sitting next to the little girl, with his head tilted to one side, and he is close to the little girl.

But the little boy in the photo is as round as a meatball, and the Yin Jieyao in front of him can't be put together with the little boy in the photo.

Yin Jieyao glanced at her, and said calmly: "Your birthmark is on the waist near the tailbone. When you were young, you thought it was ugly and cried several times. As for me..."

Suddenly, Yin Jieyao stood on Mu Xiaran's left side, raised his hair with his right hand, and slightly curled his lips, "Do you remember this scar?"

Memories rushed into her mind like sea water, and that memory was mixed with blood. At that time, she was crying heartbreakingly, and kept calling for help, but there was no one around her, no one responded to her, and she fell beside her The little boy, with warm blood flowing from his forehead, his temperature slowly disappeared in the palm of her hand, as if he would disappear forever in the next moment...

"Little guy, I'm not dead yet." Yin Jieyao pampered her head, kissed her cheek with her sexy thin lips, and bitter tears flowed into her mouth from the gap, with a hint of heartache and palpitations move.

When the accident happened, he still had a shred of consciousness. He wanted to speak and stretch out his hand, but he found that he had no strength. He could only watch her cry, crying heartbreakingly. The feeling was very distressing and uncomfortable. , he didn't want her to cry...

(End of this chapter)