Big-name school flower: the president is a devil

Chapter 308
"Let go of me, I'm going to be late." Ke Huanye, who was originally in a good mood, was suddenly disturbed by him, and the corner of his mouth curled up ironically, looking at the boy in front of him.

She didn't know why it was like this every time, would she die if she didn't draw a sword?Would he die if he didn't treat her like this?
Her heart ached a little, so that she almost didn't even have the strength to laugh, and stared stubbornly at the person in front of her.

Wen Tianmu felt a pain in his heart, and let go of the shackles on her dejectedly.

"Thank you! If it's okay, I'll leave." She looked up, looked at him smiling heartlessly, as if nothing happened just now, clapped her hands, turned and left.

"I'm sorry." The deep voice seemed to reach the ear through an endless distance, it was so clear, but it felt so far away.

With a pause in the footsteps, something warm slipped from the corner of the eyes and slowly slipped into the mouth, salty and rustling, making the whole heart feel sour and astringent.

The person behind her was already hugging her tightly, the breath like lotus and snow, in the air filled with the smell of formalin, so clear, every time he took a breath of air, he felt as if he was about to suffocate.

He hates how she looks like, who doesn't care about anything, and he hates himself too, why can't he control himself, he doesn't want to be like this, but why every time, things will be changed by him like this bad.

He wanted to keep her and care about him, but every time he said something, it seemed that he couldn't control it. Every time he hurt her, he also hurt himself.

"Master Wen, can I trouble you to let me go?" Wei Wei raised her head, trying to calm herself down.

What is it called?A slap first, and then a sweet date to eat?She is not rare, really not rare!
"You will hurt, and others will hurt too. Wen Tianmu, my heart is also made of flesh, not made of stone. Comparing my heart to my heart, how can I, Ke Huanye, be sorry for you? The matter of Ye Wuji is my own decision and has nothing to do with anyone else. , including you, you know? In my heart, there is nothing special about you. I can trust A Chi, but I don’t want to trust you.” Ke Huanye lowered his head, looked at the hands with protruding knuckles around his waist, Split your fingers apart.

Why?Every time she admits her mistake, why she still pretends to be indifferent to his attitude every time, sorry, she can't do it.

"..."

Wen Tianmu stood where he was, watching her leaving back, suddenly in a trance for a moment, as if she left like this, and would never return to him.

The corners of her lips curled up in self-deprecating, she didn't belong to him in the first place, and always has been, she doesn't belong to anyone.

When Second Young Master Ouyang came out, the corridor was empty without a single figure. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, he happened to see Wen Tianmu walking into the car by himself, and the corners of his mouth curled up with interest.

Wen Tianmu, he will never know, for women, you have to coax them, you can't be so brutal, although the lower plants are a bit...

But after all, she is also a woman, isn't she?

The inter-school exchange sports meeting will be held next Monday, and Ke Huanye has been extremely busy for the whole week, with a pile of various materials and documents on his desk.

When Ya Qiuchi came in with a large bag of various drinks and snacks, the first thing he saw was the girl who was buried in the pile of books. The evening sun was bright but not dazzling, and it shone softly on her body. A hazy blur.

At a big desk not far from her, Yan Feixin and Xie Yuan were all looking at various documents.

(End of this chapter)