The Virus Strikes: Gifted Teens and Girls

Chapter 262
"That's good. If I'm in a bad mood, I'll fight with you in the future. I must beat you." Murong Chen turned to look at Ling Yang, and said seriously.

Ling Yang was amused by his serious appearance, looked at him with disdain and responded: "Beat me? Yes, you have such a lofty ideal."

Murong Chen laughed immediately, but rubbed Ling Yang's jet-black hair with his hands in dissatisfaction, and said amusedly: "Has anyone ever said that you are more capable of irritating people than you black people. "

Ling Yang nodded thoughtfully when he heard the words: "Liu Hanyan seems to always say that."

Murong Chen laughed out loud at first, then restrained his smile, looked at Ling Yang, and asked a little questioningly, "Qin Feiye, didn't you say that?"

Ling Yang's face softened slightly when he heard the words, and he replied flatly, "Why should I be so sharp with Feiye?"

Murong Chen's eyes flickered slightly when he heard the words, and after just a moment, he regained his bright smile. He lay down again, looked at the blue sky, and said with some melancholy: "I really envy the surname Qin. In his place, you, a master of steelmaking Turned into soft fingers."

Ling Yang didn't respond when he heard the words, he stood up and looked at the red sun setting in the west.

"I really have to go home, thank you, Murong Chen." He said lightly, and left without looking back.

"Actually, you can just call me Chen, you don't need to use my first and last name." Murong Chen's voice sounded playful from behind.

But his eyes were very sincere.

After Ling Yang walked away, Murong Chen's figure slowly stood up, looked at the direction where she disappeared, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes, and muttered to himself: "The true is also false, and the false is also true, always appearing in my mind." , What an annoying guy."

The sun is sinking, and the sky is full of red clouds.

Ling Yang didn't call the driver when he went home, but walked all the way back.

Stepping on the fallen leaves on the street, watching the vehicles and pedestrians coming and going in a hurry.

Her face was a little indifferent, what is the purpose of life, and what kind of life is the best.

Wealthy?No, even if you have a lot of money, you can't get rid of life, old age, sickness and death, and you can't get rid of the intrigues of the shopping malls.

Happy family?It seems a little funny, now the country's divorce rate is higher than the marriage rate.

Carefree?This is even more impossible. If you have money, you will be worried, and if you have no money, you will be even more worried.

So, flat?In this wicked society, being ordinary seems to be just a luxury.

Many people will pay attention to whether you fly high or not, but no one will care whether you are tired or not.

Quietly pausing, Ling Yang looked up at the red clouds in the sky, suddenly a little envious, it's good to be separated from this involuntary society.

"Hmph." Still looking at the sky, behind her, a dissatisfied hum suddenly sounded.

Ling Yang froze for a moment, then turned his head, only to see Nangong Yaya's big round eyes staring at her.

Ling Yang looked at her, with helplessness flashing in his eyes, but he still said with some concern: "Yaya, where have you been? Do you know that your brother is very worried about you."

This Nangong Yaya, she couldn't figure out why she changed so quickly, from being so pure and kind to being so hostile to herself now.

"Hmph, you don't have to pretend to be nice to me. With you here, my brother won't worry about me." Nangong Yaya looked at Ling Yang, bit her lip and said angrily.

(End of this chapter)