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1512 Give your past self a hug (2)

She was wearing the red dress that Zhiyun had picked out and standing quietly in the corner.

Compared to the lively atmosphere around him, he seemed lonely and distant.

Looking at her little sister, who was protected and welcomed like a little princess, her heel ached faintly. Without looking, she could imagine how badly it had been worn out by the new shoes.

But even so, she only stubbornly straightened her neck, not letting others see her persistence.

The song family had a pair of phoenixes. The one in the red dress was miss song, song Chenxi!

Yingluo, why? is young master Gong interested?

He was ugly.

She turned around in the direction of the voice and happened to meet the eyes of the young man who spoke.

That young man had the most beautiful pair of eyes in the world.

Even now, song Chenxi still thought so.

The fluorescent light on his fingertips glowed slightly, and the scene changed to the courtyard.

Compared to the lively atmosphere of the villa, the courtyard was quiet and beautiful under the gentle care of the night. It also allowed the stubborn girl to finally relax and kick her high heels to the side.

Her toes, which were as white as jasmine petals, were revealed.

Kada.

There was a light in the darkness.

Then, the smell of tobacco filled the air.

She looked at him again.

The cool young man’s thin lips curved into a mocking smile as he walked towards her.

The one in the Kasaya is more likable than you.

He said.

He looked down at her sorry state.

However, the next second, the young man half-squatted in front of her, reached out to hold her white feet, and carefully put a band-aid on the abrasion on her heel.

When he was done, he slowly raised his head and raised his eyebrows.

Happy Birthday, Yingluo.

Song Chenxi stood not far away and looked at the two people. Her eyes were gentle and sad.

She was part of the scheme.

He also seemed like an outsider.

The scene continued to change.

The matter of the gong family’s illegitimate child had caused a huge commotion. The entire Selangor was waiting to see the gong family become a joke.

In the school’s Infirmary.

The young girl pushed the door open and entered.

The teacher was not around.

But there was a person standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Hearing the voice, the other party turned around with a cold face.

Yingluo is here to laugh at me?

The teenager was smoking a cigarette, and his eyes were frosty. It was obvious that he had just finished a fight with the bloodstains on his finger joints, and his whole body was still full of hostility.

Song Chenxi silently watched the young girl walk over. She took out the first aid kit from the cabinet in the infirmary and came to the young man.

Get lost.

The moment she reached out to him, he heard a hoarse and low angry shout.

The young girl ignored him and held his hand.

Don’t move, Qingqing.

She said.

The young man really stopped moving.

He allowed her to quietly and carefully treat his wound.

The fine rays of the sun shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows and reflected on the two of them through the White curtains.

Two days later, the young man’s mother passed away in an accident.

The illegitimate child was brought back to the gong family five days after the young mother’s death.

Since then, the gong family was in chaos.

The next time they met was in the biggest nightclub in snow orchid.

He had not returned home for a week.

Yingluo wants me to go back? Good? He drank it!

The private room was filled with smoke.

Someone jeered.

There were at least a few dozen bottles of beer on the table.

The young girl’s cold eyes met the young man’s in the middle of the sofa. Without saying a word, she began to drink bottle by bottle.

At first, there were still people making a ruckus, but after one bottle, two bottles, three bottles, four bottles … Countless bottles were poured down, and the private room was completely silent.

Yingluo, enough!

Until the teenager kicked the coffee table in front of him, reached out, grabbed the girl’s wrist, and walked out.

The only thing the girl could remember after going through all the feasting and revelry was the heat on her wrist.

Yingluo, song Chenxi, who are you to me?

In the dark alley, the young girl was pushed against the wall by the young man and was trapped between his arms.

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