Chapter 1303： Angel boy, lovable (15)

Chapter 1303 Angel boy, lovable (15)

"What do you know."

"He is so lifeless, even the look in his eyes is as dead as a pool of stagnant water.

It seems that he doesn’t care about anything, he doesn’t care about anyone, he doesn’t even care about himself, and he closes himself. "

"But did you see that he, who barely spoke at school, said a few words to me, and even lost his temper with me. What does this mean?"

444 stunned: [What does it mean? 】

"It means that this lady is special. It means that he cares about me. You see, I took the first place in the exam, and he didn't intend to kidnap me."

If this is replaced by Yu Xiujie's bastard, it is estimated that this will be tied to the pan.

【...Host, I really admire you for being small. 】

There is no one who can put gold on one's face like this, and there is no one before, and there is only one host.

"Hmph, wait and see, he will soon change his attitude towards me."

Su Qiao is very confident in herself.

Tossed off his schoolbag, got on the bus, and returned home happily.

*

North City, near the suburban villa area, in a villa.

"Why is it third? Why not first?"

'Snapped'

A well-maintained middle-aged woman dressed in a dark professional suit slapped the boy's face together with the paper.

The face painted with delicate makeup looks a little distorted and hideous because of anger.

The boy had a pale face, and five red finger prints appeared in an instant, showing that the woman did not leave her hands when he hit.

The boy stood like a log, his face looked awkward, his head slightly lowered, and he never resisted.

A slap was not enough to relieve his anger, nor was it enough to show Jiang Meng's inner anger.

She removed a brown leather whip from the partition between the living room and the kitchen. With a wave of her hand, she slammed her son Jiang Yihan's whip: "You kneel down on me!"

Jiang Yihan seemed to be used to it. Without raising his head, he knelt on the marble floor with a ‘plop’.

"Say, what are you doing lately."

The boy had a wooden face, like a lifeless puppet. His black eyes stared at the marble floor sternly, as if he could not feel the pain on his back.

Jiang Meng hates his lifeless look the most.

She felt that he was rebelling against herself silently.

was so angry that the blue veins on his forehead bulged, and the whip threw his back fiercely again and again: "You say you! You say you!"

"Just like this, you are embarrassed to get it back? Don't you know that you are irritable at all?"

"I get up early and greedy the dark every day, and work hard outside. Is it just to raise you such a worthless waste?"

The woman cursed with a distorted expression, while vigorously waving the whip on her hand, until she was exhausted and panting, then she stopped her hand.

took a long breath: "Say, what's the test of Xiaoyezhong?"

Jiang Meng threw away the whip in his hand, stepped forward and kicked his lifeless son: "Say, are you dumb?"

Jiang Yihan’s black eyes seemed like a bottomless quagmire, and he sat on the ground blankly: "Second."

"Second?"

Jiang Meng was stunned for a moment, and then he was angry again: "Then why are you not second? Why do you want to be crushed by him?"

"He is a wild species. Isn't it cool to be pressed down by a wild species?"

"Useless things, get me out of the basement and confine me. Don't even want to drink or eat a sip of water or a grain of rice tonight."

Hearing the basement, Jiang Yihan's pupils shrank, and the fundus of his eyes finally fluctuated for a while, but he quickly returned to his indifference.

(End of this chapter)