The real lady of rebirth

Chapter 83

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand, didn't want to hear a word, and let her go out directly.

This was intended to be enforced, and knowing that no matter what he said, the result would not be changed, Mo Qinghuan stopped talking nonsense and turned to leave.

Many of the onlookers outside the principal's room laughed gleefully when they saw her come out, and many of them expressed contempt with hand gestures while saying "serve it".

Looking at the excited smiling faces that seemed to celebrate the universal celebration, Mo Qinghuan squeezed her hands tightly, burning with anger in her heart, and the scenes of her previous life reappeared again, overlapping with the picture in front of her, forming a huge net, entrapping her Trapped in the net, let everyone mock, ravage, trample!

"Why are you still standing there! Get lost!"

"A cheap person has his own reward! He deserves it!"

"Bitch! Get out!"

"Get out! Get out!"

"roll roll roll!……"

Laughing, angry, and booing surrounded Mo Qinghuan, and there was nowhere to hide.

She is like that street mouse, everyone shouts and beats her!
"Heh...heh..." Mo Qinghuan laughed suddenly, at first he laughed softly, then the more he laughed, the happier he became, and the louder he laughed, until tears came out of his eyes.

The surroundings gradually quieted down, looking at her strangely, as if looking at a monster.

Tired of laughing, Mo Qinghuan put away her smiling face, straightened her waist, and walked through the crowd expressionlessly. Wherever she walked, everyone involuntarily gave way to her, fearing that she would suddenly go crazy and rush up to beat people.

Suddenly there was a sound of hurried footsteps in the stairwell. When Mo Qinghuan walked there, the crowd moved away automatically, and at the same time a anxious figure broke into her sight.

His brows were clear and handsome, and his clear eyes were full of anxiety, which immediately lit up when he saw her, his beautiful lips were slightly parted, and he was breathing rapidly.

"Qing Huan!" Su Qiao ran up quickly, held her down two steps and asked anxiously, "Are you alright?"

Mo Qinghuan looked down into his eyes, her shadow was clearly printed in his eyes, indifferent and dead.

There was something wrong with her appearance, she looked at him as if she was alienated from a stranger, Su Qiao's heart tightened, she pulled her up without words and turned to go downstairs.

Mo Qinghuan did not reject her, but let him drag her away.

When there was no one around, Su Qiao stopped, turned around and looked at Mo Qinghuan, "Cry out when you are wronged, don't hold it in your heart."

Mo Qinghuan suddenly chuckled, her voice was very cold, "Crying? Why should I cry? My tears are only shed for those who are worthy, they are not worthy."

(End of this chapter)