The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 268, a black suit cuff, and an empty goblet

Bai Wei received Ling Feifei’s sight and finally said: “I don’t know the relationship between the warm season and the ink, but the warm season is the daughter of the Haicheng Ji’s group. You should know the center, but you have been blind and don't believe it."

a bolt from the blue.

Ling Feifei directly sat on the ground and did not move. His eyes were stiff in the warm season for a long time. He watched the season warming of the small studio owner for more than two months.

The warmth of the season is slightly squinting, and the tone is light and lazy: "Miss Ling, since you have always looked down on people, I will cooperate with your arrogant heart, and I have not tried it for more than two months. I’m going to press you, it’s going to be three months, and I’m going to go all the way. You have to hit my gun. You can sue you at any time for your rumors and these photos.”

Ling Feifei's angered brain is congested: "You... I don't care if you are really a small three or a fake daughter. In the bedroom, it is wrong for you to make the bodyguards work for your roommate! You have to sue me, okay, then we tell each other! You too Don't think it's cheap for me!"

"Do you have anything cheap to let me take it? I even told the bodyguard to talk to you first, you? The photo is I let you shoot or I ask you to let me follow me? The photos of these next cars can be compiled into a variety of stories, and the imagination is very rich! I have not targeted you since the beginning, your dog’s low eye is your own quality problem, I also You don't have to bother to correct your thoughts. For more than two months, in addition to not thinking about your brain, you just took a few photos and ran to the Internet. I have let you go again and again. Now it is You are looking for yourself, understand?"

The season warmed for a few seconds, and the curvature on the lips was deeper: "Moreover, I said that I am stuck in the marriage of ink depth of field. You don't even know who I am, don't you think it is ridiculous?"

Ling Feifei's lips moved, but when she looked at the cold and cold eyes of the season, she thought of why the people who couldn't beat the eight poles in the education industry would come to T, as if they finally understood.

She bit her lip and bite her lower lip, wanting to say something, but she can't say it. She can only sit in the corner of the bedroom with her red eyes.

I want to say that I don’t believe that Ji Wen is really the wife of Mo, but I can’t say this without saying this.

Feng Ling gave her a deserved look and threw the camera memory card to the warm season.

"You said that these photos are still backed up?" Ji Wen asked: "Then I and Feng Ling can be unkind your computer and other electronic products in the bedroom."

"There is no backup, the only backup is this memory card..." Ling Feifei whimpered and said something, his eyes looked a little blank and looked at the warm season.

The season warmer directly broke the memory card, and gave Feng Ling a look. Feng Ling took Ling Feifei’s laptop and took it. Ling Feifei just had to stand up and grab it. As a result, the knee pain just fell and sat down. Watching her open her computer and searching it, she determined that the photo in the computer had been deleted by her own guilty conscience, which directly formatted her computer and then threw it back into her bed. This matter is a knot.

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This incident is a knot in Ling Feifei, but the photos and posts that existed in the campus network for five minutes were still seen by several people. In the past two days, some girls in T were talking about these things privately.

Two days later, T-century celebrations, in addition to the T-school leaders and all teachers and students on the sidelines, as well as many famous celebrities in the education industry in the country, can be used to describe the scene of this night.

Ling Feifei did not dare to provoke the warm season, even the bedroom did not dare to continue to live, moved directly out, wearing a dress that night and other girls in the class of Lin stood together, standing far away.

When she saw the warm season and the white micro and the seal came in together, the eyes only looked in their direction, and the eyes fell on the golden dress of the warm season, and at a glance, the low-key gorgeous style of the style was seen. Everything proved that the warm season is not the person in charge of the small studio she always thought, Ling Feifei can only sigh in the heart, but dare not approach.

However, there have been some girls who are quietly discussing whether the season warming is really being given by the ink. In any case, the face of the warm season will not be too good.

As soon as the warm season appeared, the whispers of the whispers were lower, but it did not affect the girls standing together in groups of three, one after another, spreading the false statements into real ones. Like, the eyes that fall on the side of the warm season are full of disdain, doubt, and look down.

But the theme of tonight is the 100th anniversary of T. After the ceremony, the students are quietly standing in the luxurious and spacious venue, until the school leaders finish their speeches, the reception begins, and the white micro season is warm and sealed. Chatting with a glass of champagne in a quieter place under the stairs on the second floor.

Suddenly, Xu Yao, a female student who had been better with Ling Feifei, passed by and deliberately sprinkled the cup in her hand on the warm and beautiful dress.

Fortunately, Feng Ling’s eye was quickly pulling the warmth to the side. I didn’t let the warm-season dress be stained. In the blink of an eye, I looked at Xu Yao with a cold eye: “Are you looking for death?”

"Oh, I just just slipped my hand, and the wine didn't really spill on her. The children of the three seasons are still not in a hurry. What are you worried about?" Xu Yao sneered.

Obviously, Ling Feifei is obsessed with face, and has never dared to make it clear to others about the misunderstanding of the season.

Her voice was not small, and she immediately attracted the attention of many people around her. Now the school leaders are drinking under the stage, and no one is presiding over the overall situation. For a time, the people around them have their eyes on the warmth of the season. Since the campus network was closed for a day, the rumors that have spread more and more widely, seem to be hidden in the various eyes of these people, like a sharp blade, blowing the wind to the season.

"I said that the season is warm, you look at the clothes at a price, it is expensive, is it that people buy it for you? Is it really holding the ink on the thighs? You haven’t been going to show off the wind in the past few days. Sao? How does it feel to be in a marriage with someone else? I really look down on you... ah!"

Suddenly there was a cold on the head, interrupting the pride and embarrassment of Xu Yao’s mouth.

Everyone saw only a glass of champagne spilling directly from it, and a drop of it spilled on her head, then splashed on the dress skirt, and the ticking down, it was awkward.

Xu Yao stunned and raised his hand and touched the wine on his head. The people around him were even more shocked.

Everyone looked up and saw the golden carved handrail on the second floor of the venue. The black-colored suit cuffs and the empty goblet, a long and straight figure looming under the flashing lights of the venue.

(End of this chapter)