President's Single-minded Love

Yan xiaonuo had to leave first. When she got to the elevator, she saw Yan Wanju. The scar on her neck was still there. Obviously, she came to the hospital for treatment.

Yan xiaonuo felt sick when she saw her and turned her head in the past. She didn't want to pay attention to her at all.

"Sister?" Yan Wanju also saw Yan xiaonuo, walked to her side with a smile and said in a low voice, "do you come to see her again?"

Yan xiaonuo walked to the elevator, pressed the elevator, said coldly, "what's the matter with you?"

Yan Wanju continued to smile and said: "sister, I'll tell you a good news. I'm going to go to the noble college. In a word, it's still my sister's help. My father's goods were delivered on time and made a lot of money. I have the chance to go to the noble college. Are you happy for me, sister?"

Yan xiaonuo tightly clenched his fist, the anger in his heart gradually began to burn, and his voice was cold and sharp, "Yan Wanju, you hurt me like that, don't you feel ashamed at all?"

Yan Wanju was stunned at first and then laughed. She laughed naturally: "harm you? You said it, my good sister. You promised everything

"But you didn't tell me the real situation!" Yan xiaonuo roared, the flame in his eyes would like to burn Yan Wan into ashes.

Yan Wanju suddenly realized "Oh" and then laughed innocently: "I just don't want to tell you, what can you do?"

Yan xiaonuo widened his eyes and was too angry to speak.

Yan Wanju felt proud and happy when she saw her angry appearance. "I heard that the students of aristocratic college are all those real powerful families. I choose one at random. My life is too young for my grandmother."

Yan xiaonuo coldly looked at Yan wanjuan's elated appearance, "I'm afraid no boy will like you so vicious girl."

Yan Wanju looked at her exquisite and beautiful manicure, and her voice was full of vicious sarcasm, "that's better than you, this rag."

Finally, she would not be able to move her grandmother's lips.

Yan Wanju was more unscrupulously flaunting her point. "By the way, sister, I heard that aristocratic colleges are sponsored by those powerful families, and the facilities are first-class luxury. Although you can enter s University under my name, you don't have the money to pay the tuition, do you? "

Yan xiaonuo didn't speak. She felt her pocket subconsciously. The pair of gold bracelets that her grandmother gave her were still there. Her fingertips stroked the patterns on the bracelets, which made her hands hurt and burned.

She suddenly felt very sad that the person who had hurt her could go to a better school, and she could not even touch the door of the school, let alone her dreams, which had long been smashed into powder by the cruel reality.

"Why don't you beg me again, sister? Maybe I'll lend you my pocket money." Yan Wanju approached her and said in a harsh voice, "Oh, I have a bad memory. You are not clean any more. No matter who you are given to, people think you are dirty."

With that, Yan Wanju deliberately stepped on the back of Yan xiaonuo's foot and quickly entered the elevator.

The sharp and thin heel of her high-heeled shoes was like an awl. Blood beads were seeping from the snow-white instep of Yan xiaonuo, which made her frown with pain.

Yan xiaonuo held the wall, looked up and saw Yan Wanju's cheerful smile. She felt a pang of pain in her heart. Why did Yan Wanju become like this? She didn't feel soft, but was also upright.

She had to limp to the doctor to bandage the wound, the doctor just put on the gauze for her, the mobile phone rang.