You look so beautiful when you cry [Quick Transmigration]

"What are your plans for the future?"

The old professor, who always had a straight face, now had a gentle face. Standing beside him was his favorite student, who was worthy of his pride in both appearance and mind.

"Let's go to the law firm." The young man smiled, making people feel good at a glance.

"You really don't want to study for a Ph. D.?" The old professor felt a little regretful, and wanted to persuade him again, "You can stay in school with your grades."

The young man shook his head and joked, "If you read on, you'll be bald."

The old professor in the Mediterranean looked at the young man's thick hair: "..."

"Haha, just kidding, I want to work in a law firm for a few years, if necessary, come back and study." He raised his lips, showing both the fearlessness of a teenager and the self-confidence after careful consideration.

This expression fell into Su Qiao's eyes, making him look away unconsciously.

After seeing off the professor, the young man was surrounded by fellow students again. He kept smiling all the time without any impatience.

Su Qiao stood under the tree, not having the courage to step out of the protection of the shadows.

His eyes followed the young man, and when he saw him walking towards the outside of the school, he followed cautiously.

"Han, Han Jing!"

At the school gate, the young man was stopped by a girl.

The girl blushed and forced herself to ignore other people's gazes. She walked up to Han Jing, holding her breath and looking very cute, "Yesterday, the reply to yesterday's confession!"

Han Jing raised his hand and lightly poked the girl's forehead, still smiling warmly, "Qiqi."

The girl ran out of courage in an instant, and a shy blush even spread to her ears.

Someone started booing.

Han Jing's smile didn't change. When the girl was about to run away, he took her hand and led her away from the noise.The restless heart was calmed by the temperature of that hand, and the girl felt that her heart was being pulled by him.

Su Qiao watched from a distance, feeling inferiority seemed to overwhelm him.

He didn't follow, but stood there quietly for a while until Han Jing's figure completely disappeared.

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Zhang Qi is in a good mood recently.

The male god who had been secretly in love for three years returned her heart.

Although he hasn't agreed to date yet, he takes good care of her.

She blushed and smiled silly every day, and when friends asked her curiously, she just shook her head sweetly.

She was afraid that she was being self-indulgent, so she wanted to wait for the real relationship before telling her friends.

Obviously her family background is not bad, she never looked at those boys directly, but she became a shy little girl in front of her male god.

Because I was happy to go to the bar to drink a few more drinks, it is already dark now.

She turned on the phone and wanted to call the driver at home to pick it up, but the phone vibrated suddenly.

【Are you free right now? 】

A message from an unknown number.

But Zhang Qi knew that this was a message from the male god.

Holding the mobile phone in his hand, he replied anxiously, unable to hide his smile at all.

"here."

Familiar voice.

Zhang Qi looked up in surprise, the male god was wearing a white turtleneck sweater, but he was just leaning on the car casually, but he was as stunning as if he was shooting a magazine cover, not to mention he was smiling at himself.

"If you are free, I will take you to a fun place."

Zhang Qi's heart was pounding, and she got into the car in a daze.

The door was closed, and no one saw this little episode.

Humming an unknown tune, Han Jing was also in a good mood.

He still had a smile on his face, the clothes he was wearing were covered with large patches of red, and there were also large and small crimson marks on his coveted face.

Through these traces, one can almost imagine how the splashed red liquid poured on his body and stained his clothes.

Han Jing, however, acted as if he hadn't seen it, with a pure and innocent expression.

"Have fun."

He kicked the body next to his feet, admiring the woman's face frozen in horror.

She could no longer answer him.

Han Jing looked at the blood all over the floor, and kicked the body helplessly, "It's really dirty."

The happy time is always so short, followed by the troublesome cleaning process.

He bent down and pulled the woman's ankle, dragging her to the corner of the room.

There's a round opening there that looks like a manhole cover.

Open, discard.

That channel leads to the sewage system, and what is thrown away will never see the light of day again.

All that's left is the smudges on the ground.

Han Jing handled it carefully, his attitude didn't look like he had done such a heinous thing, but like simply cleaning the room.

Finally finished, he went up the stairs and locked the door.

The space that was just enclosed...is a basement.

It's his playroom.

The detached villa above is his residence.

Just like some people like to sing, some people like to read, he likes this game.

The excitement of the game made him addicted.

Sitting in the living room and lighting a cigarette, Han Jing gazed at the darkness in front of him expressionlessly, and for some reason gave a low laugh.

"If found out... I really want to see the expressions of those people."

The author has something to say:

Han Jing (bright smile): I heard that someone has a crush on me?

Su Qiao (hiding behind Mo Xi): ...

Mo Xi (holding his composure): I, I'm not afraid of you...ah!Don't come here!

Author: cough cough ~ the next chapter continues ~