She is the son-in-law of a wealthy family

Chapter 39
"Wen Siyuan, what's none of your business?" Han Ziheng grabbed the cover of the diary without hesitation and tore it forcefully, the pink cardboard cover was torn in half immediately.

"Look at what's written here?" The boy named Song Hang approached.

"I guess, there must be a story in it that he has a crush on Tan Yichen, who is in class one. The love is so hard to extricate himself that there is no cure hahaha..."

Following Tong Mengxue's words, at least half of the people in the classroom laughed.

Han Ziheng flipped open the tattered cover wantonly.

Wen Siyuan really couldn't stand the bad behavior of these people, so she made a gesture to leave her seat.

When her gaze passed the door, the girl froze for a moment.

Han Ziheng's laughter came from the back of the classroom unscrupulously.

In the next second, a schoolbag flew across the classroom, and hit Han Ziheng's head hard as if it had eyes.

The schoolbag was full of books, and it was heavy and hard. Han Ziheng's tall body reeled from the impact, his head was buzzing, and the pink diary in his hand fell off.

"Fuck! Who is it?" Han Ziheng shouted while holding his head.

All looked towards the door.

There was an eerie silence in the classroom.

Tong Mengxue was the first to react: "Ye, Ye Lin?"

The girl with long curly hair looked disgusted: "Ye Lin, you still have the face to come to school? Why haven't the police arrested you yet?"

Song Hang snorted contemptuously: "When will a psychopathic rape murderer be admitted to Biyong Middle School?"

"Yeah, what the hell is the school doing? Why hasn't this guy been expelled yet?"

"My God, are we going to sit in the same classroom as this perverted murderer? It's scary!"

Ye Lin ignored these messy voices, put his hands in his pockets, and his handsome and slender figure walked across most of the classroom.

The fierce aura that has been experienced in shopping malls makes her look like a king.

This kind of coercion that is powerful enough to suffocate has made countless old foxes in the mall turn pale and wish to retreat, let alone these little lambs who have not yet stepped out of the ivory tower.

Ye Lin stepped on Song Hang's snow-white sneakers and walked straight to Han Ziheng's side.

Song Hang opened his mouth to swear, he has a limited edition, but for some reason, he dare not say the words that come out of his mouth.

Ye Lin took out a hand from his trousers pocket.

Han Ziheng's whole body tensed subconsciously, and a chill surged up from the bottom of his heart.

However, Ye Lin just bent down slightly, picked up the diary on the ground, blew off the dust on it, and picked up his schoolbag by the way.

She raised the end of her eyes lazily, and glanced at the few people who had the most trouble.

I thought the one I met in the convenience store was already trash, but I didn't expect it to be so piles of trash!
When did the alma mater with a strict school spirit and a large number of talents become a garbage recycling bin?
Ye Lin: "Pick up my things."

The corner of Han Ziheng's mouth twitched, and he laughed: "Ye Lin, who are you talking to?"

Ye Lin looked at him and smiled indifferently: "Following some trash."

Han Ziheng: "Are you..."

"What's the noise? Didn't you hear the bell for class?" The young Chinese teacher came in holding a few books.

Ye Lin glanced at him. He was very fresh and young. He looked less than 30 years old. He was wearing a tailor-made black professional dress that perfectly showed the advantages of a woman's figure.

Armani custom ah!

Are the teacher uniforms of Biyong Middle School so tall?
(End of this chapter)