The Blackened Male Lead Needs to Be Pampered

It was probably the first time that he was rejected by a man other than Ye Xingchen, Leng Youyou froze for a moment.

The sockets of her eyes turned red immediately, she retracted her gaze, and said in a low voice, I'm sorry.

Then he began to give Su Ziwen lectures.

It may be that I was aggrieved, and my voice was choked up when I was speaking.

... Su Ziwen didn't expect that if he just complained in a bad mood, he would make other girls cry.

He looked back at Ye Xingchen a little irritably, thinking that Ye Xingchen would stare at him, after all Leng Youyou was his sister.

He told his sister to cry, so he had to show something.

Unfortunately, Ye Xingchen didn't respond at all.

Sitting in his own place and playing with his mobile phone, he didn't care about the two of them at all.

It seems that his purpose is just to ask for a few completed papers.

Su Ziwen secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Just don't blame him for making Leng Youyou cry.

However, the tone has not been relieved.

From Ye Xingchen's cell phone, a tired female voice suddenly rang out, I caught up on another sleep and am going to watch the scene. Have you finished school yet? Remember to take your medicine when you get home.

Snapped!

Su Ziwen couldn't help but slapped the pen in his hand on the table, which startled Leng Youyou.

What was even more frightening was that after Su Ziwen stood up from his seat, he flipped the table over.

He picked up the chair under him and walked towards Ye Xingchen, You fucking dare to tease my sister in front of me? I will kill you today!

Su Ziwen couldn't be more familiar with the voice that sounded from Ye Xingchen's phone.

He has heard it since he was a child.

He hasn't come home until now, my sister didn't call to ask about his situation, but instead sent a voice message to Ye Xingchen!

Ye Xingchen raised her eyes, You can try.

Su Ziwen blushed and threw a chair at him.

Ye Xingchen dodged from his seat very quickly, and just kicked his leg.

The two scuffled again in the classroom.

Leng Youyou, who was hiccupping because of grievance, burst into tears when he heard Sang Jian's voice.

I hate my brother!

She dropped this sentence and ran out of the classroom crying.

That woman already has his contact information, but she, as a younger sister, doesn't.

He came to look for him to go home with good intentions, but was always treated indifferently by him.

The more I think about it, the more I feel wronged.

It's a pity that no one took care of her.

Ye Xingchen and Su Ziwen fought hard.

In the end, it was Ye Xingchen who came out on top, because he took a break in the classroom for a few classes in the afternoon and recovered a lot of strength.

He pressed Su Ziwen and forced him to finish the paper.

Su Zi's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he was cursing, but his skills were not as good as others.

It was obvious that they could draw a tie when they just came back, but after so few classes, they couldn't win?

It's outrageous!

In the end, Su Ziwen attributed this failure to the fact that there were too many things in the classroom and the reason for not choosing a good fighting venue.

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The two left the school together, and at the school gate, Ye Xingchen held Su Ziwen's finished paper and said coldly: I will bring you some books tomorrow based on the types of questions you don't know, waste, you can do it yourself.

I don't need you to teach me!

With a face that he couldn't see, Su Ziwen scolded angrily: You are trash! Your whole family is trash!

After speaking, she didn't want to stay with him for a moment, so she ran away.

This Ye Xingchen is a fucking psycho!

Sick, sick, sick!

How is he none of his business?

Eat salty radish and worry about it!

He would not allow Ye Xingchen to be his brother-in-law!

Ye Xingchen ignored him, and after he left, he had time to take out his mobile phone and return a voice message to Sang Jian.

Sister, remember to wear more tonight, I don't have any extra coats for you.

His voice was very calm, as if nothing had happened.