Nuwa's rebirth school beauty

Chapter 68 Fever 7
Eight 7
The mobile phone in the schoolbag rang, Shang Han held the unfinished wine glass, picked up the mobile phone, glanced at the name of the caller, it was Huangfuwen.

Shang Han put the phone close to his ear.

A cold voice came from the phone, "You are late, and you must arrive within 3 minutes."

Then came the sound of the phone hanging up.

Shang Han suddenly felt that the cold water poured into his head, and he was half awake from the wine.

The itinerary was well arranged, and they should have taken their language class at noon, but she didn't know that time flew by while she was drinking.

Ignoring the unreasonable thoughts, the depression in my heart had to come to an end temporarily.Shang Han dragged his exhausted body straight to the presidential suite, and knocked on Huangfuwen's door.

Huangfuwen opened the door, and the smell of wine came over his face.

Huangfuwen frowned slightly, and returned to his desk to continue their lessons, with Shang Han following closely.

After just a while, alcohol rushed into his mind, Shang Han narrowed his eyes slightly, and when looking at people, he also had double images, unconsciously overlapping the man in white in his memory with the person in front of him.

Shaking my head, it still doesn't work.

Can't help but want to get closer.

Huangfuwen was writing, when suddenly a small hand grasped his hand. The wine mixed with a faint strawberry smell, brushed from the cold and rigid side face, and passed into his nose.

That night, he drank that glass of strawberry-flavored wine before he had the last paragraph.

The girl seems to like strawberry flavored things very much, and the kisses she entangled with him are always mixed with a faint strawberry flavor.

Shang Han pressed against Huangfuwen's ear, watching his unmoved expression, his hot breath hit his ear.

An Chengtian always looks like this, without greed, anger, ignorance, and supercilious.

She exhausted all her tricks and couldn't make him look her in the eye, not even a single glance.

"Why don't you like me? Why..."

Huangfuwen's face was dark, his eyes were cold, and he quickly pushed Shang Han away.

Unexpectedly, Shang Han stuck to him like a sticky candy, and a pair of small hands, which usually looked weak, tightly wrapped around his neck.

"Could it be that I'm ugly?... But I'm not ugly... What's the reason?"

Huangfuwen pushed Shang Han away.

Shang Han was still unrelenting, and continued to wrap around Huangfuwen's hand, still repeating the previous question, "Why don't you like me? Why..."

When he said this, his voice trembled a little, full of confusion and disappointment.

She had paid so much, and he didn't respond. Now she took the initiative to post back, but he still pushed her away.

Shang Han felt aggrieved and his nose was sour.

The little hand around his neck loosened a bit, Huangfu Wen Lika broke Shang Han's hand that was tightly holding him, and pushed it away mercilessly.

Turning around vigorously at the same time, his eyes touched Shang Han's misty eyes, and his heart moved slightly.

Shang Han, who was immersed in his own world, was pushed away unexpectedly, and fell backward at a flying speed.

There was a sharp machine on the ground, with a cold metallic luster, just where Shang Han's head fell.

Seeing this scene, Huangfuwen's pupils shrank slightly, and he quickly grabbed Shang Han's hand and pulled it back.

Shang Han was suddenly brought into a hug, not as warm and sunny as Fred's, which gave people a comfortable feeling, but he was in his own style.

His chest was as deep as his eyes, and he had the unique charm of a man, hard and powerful.Dangerous, cold, domineering.

(End of this chapter)