After My Death, The Villain Blackened Again

Fei Jiayu's head was groggy, and he secretly glanced at Yange's face.

Unlike the young and tender, she was so beautiful today, she was so ridiculous that it reminded him of the four words of Fenghua.

She was so dazzling that she focused on wherever she went, but she was stuck in the past and never came out.

He didn't know what he felt like.

Very contradictory, both sad for her.

However, there was a trace of evil rejoicing in my heart.

Fortunately, her mind is all about him, and no one else will squeeze in!

In the future, if he is with her in the future, he must be sure to enlighten her so that she will no longer make her sad and sad, nor will she let her enter such a difficult situation.

After asking a few times, I found that Fei Jiayu could not answer, and Yan Ge's brow frowned slightly.

Fei Jiayusheng was afraid that she questioned herself that she hadn't listened to the class well, and said quickly: "I didn't go to school well before, and my brain is a bit stupid. Teacher Xu is sorry, I will study well in the future."

He was sincere in admitting his mistake.

Yan Ge nodded solemnly, "Well."

She didn't say much, but the heart he raised was not in place, because she suddenly found out that when she turned the notes in her schoolbag, the other one kept on the wrist under the table, revealing a gauze.

There seemed to be blood on the gauze.

He froze slightly, and took her to the hospital yesterday. Her wrists were okay. What happened during the night?

Seems to have noticed his gaze, she quickly put her hand down, and after looking at her with a schoolbag, she pulled her sleeve down again without a trace.

She said to him gently and calmly, "I helped you find a test paper. In twenty minutes, you can finish this paper first."

She put the paper on the table in front of him, and he stared at the hand-made paper, but in her head was the dazzling red on her wrist.

He controlled so hard that he didn't get up to grab her wrist.

This manual paper is enough to show that she cares about "teaching him". He holds the pen, but his brain is empty. He doesn't even know how to take the next step except holding the pen tightly.

Her gentle and soft voice sounded again: "If not, just skip it, I just want to see your blind spot."

She's really pretending to be too good.

With such a mild voice, who can imagine that her heart is actually on the verge of collapse.

He didn't dare to look up at her. He was afraid that if he looked at her again, he would be unable to bear his emotions. Although he stared at the test paper, what he could export was irrelevant to the schoolwork: "Why take this part-time job?"

Her parents are no longer her only daughter, and she gave birth to a younger brother as early as she was in high school. I heard that it was an accident. This younger brother and her are so different in age that it is difficult for her parents to focus on It was her brother who deducted her food expenses, so did she come out to find such a part-time job?

Otherwise, she was so afraid of the past, why did she still approach him?

When he asked this, the heartbeat stopped at this moment, only his ears were still functioning, listening to her breathing, waiting for her response.

She hesitated for just a few breaths, but he had the illusion of a long century.

"I'm short of money," she said. "I need a part-time job."

Her voice was still mild, as if she was really short of money.