Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3535 When I am the scumbag (35)

  The girl moved her left hand manually, and slowly lifted it up, about to touch Wen Haoqing's fingertips.

  Wen Haoqing just lifted her eyes, and ran into the eyes of Ranbai.

  The actor's eyes are faint and cool, as if he can see the bottom of people's hearts, without the slightest emotion.

His eyes were facing each other, his left hand clasped his left wrist with his right hand, pressed it down, and put it back, saying in his own words: "I and Shen Jiao have asked the teacher for leave, but the teacher in the teaching building The door is locked, please tell me the code."

  Wen Haoqing's eyes slipped faintly, and he paused on the girl's slender fingers for a moment, as if he had guessed what dyed white just wanted to do, and didn't care.

"Class 3 and 4 in high school." He looked down, and the shadow cast by his eyelashes resembled a butterfly wing perching. The tall nose was faintly shadowed by the light, and the beautiful and attractive thin lips opened lightly, slowly. Whispering, read the class on the leave note in a calm tone.

   "Cheng Xiu." Before Wen Haoqing could say her name, Ranbai had already taken it off, and her white chin casually nodded in Shen Jiao's direction: "She is Qian Yi in the third and fourth class of high school."

  Shen Jiao was always immersed in the crit of the prosperous beauty, staring at Wen Haoqing obsessively.

  The live broadcast room was stunned by the sudden request for leave.

  Not only the netizens, but the program group is also silent.

  When the director was designing the script, he did not expect the leave notice at all, and there was no plot of this link at all!

  The two so-called leave notes are just props, in order to make the campus environment more realistic.

  Unexpectedly, the direct backhand was dyed white and came such a wave of operations.

   is completely inconsistent with the escape script designed by the director in the teaching building at the beginning!

   can even be said to be the opposite.

  No one follows the routine from beginning to end.

  The director fell into deep self-doubt.

  What kind of thought is dyeing white?

  The leave request slip was found on the office desk by Dye Bai. I just thought it was useful, so I took it away when I left.

  The reason sounds pretty hard-core.

There is nothing wrong with   .

  Dyeing white is straightforward and confident.

   "I've been looking forward to the special guest for a long time." At this time, the words ran out again, with a soft tone: "Unexpectedly, it turned out to be Teacher Wen. It's really a surprise."

  I don’t expect it at all.

  Surprise turns into fright.

  Wen Haoqing was slightly startled.

   Without waiting for Wen Haoqing to say anything, she smiled softly and shyly, "I am very open..."

Before the word   heart was spoken, the girl's smile stopped suddenly, her eyebrows were even a little cold, and she had no expression.

  The speed of face change is superb.

   "Sorry." She slowly said, her tone sounded like a bit of gnashing her teeth, and she smiled falsely, "I didn't want to say this, as long as Teacher Wen hasn't heard it."

Wen Haoqing watched her movements thoughtfully, seemingly indifferent, and finally leaned back in her chair lazily, her eyes like a winter night crescent moon, gentle but inaccessible, alienated and indifferent teasing, meaning unknown: "Why do you say that? Isn't Ms. Song unhappy to meet me?"

  Ranbai pinched her hands. She wanted to get around this topic. Who knew the man asked. She pressed her temper, her eyebrows were stained with irritability, and she smiled, "Happy."

   Very happy.

"I see Ms. Song's expression, it doesn't seem to be very happy." Wen Haoqing looked at her, folded her hands on the table, her eyes were deep and quiet, not bottomless, as if she could **** people in, her expression was always calm and introverted. Eight points are clear and expensive, sometimes it is obviously gentle and moist, but it always feels indifferent to the remote, and the tone is calm, as if it is objectively stating the facts.

"Ms. Wen was wrong." Ran Bai pulled the corners of her lips, and didn't laugh at all. She held the tabletop with one hand, leaned down condescendingly, and her eyes were raised, with a casual expression: "I admire Mr. Wen for a long time, why can't it? happy."

Wen Haoqing squinted her eyes and stared at her for two or three seconds. No one looked away. His white fingertips touched the request for leave, and then said elegantly: "The password is the school time, so you feel sick as soon as possible. Go to the infirmary."

When   Ran Bai looked at him, she smelled the nice woody scent of the man again. It was clean and clear, extraordinarily stylish and tasteful, just like him.

   There was a deserted and unnoticeable tobacco scent around her nose, she paused for a second, nodded, and deliberately called out: "Thank you... teacher."

Wen Haoqing put the two leave notes in the drawer of the desk, and even the movements showed the ancient charm of warmth and dust. He was really a gentleman who walked out of the ancient paintings and inks. It is not contaminated with the color of the smoke and fire, and it is so clear. In the bones.

   "Since I'm a student, why don't you see you in school uniforms." His tone was flat.

"The school uniform is stained with blood, I'm afraid I won't be able to wear it." Ran Bai answered calmly. She copied the pocket of the black coat with one hand, and tapped her fingertips casually. She gave birth to Wen Haoqing. There are seven or eight similar eyes, all with peach blossom eyes, but her eyes are longer and slender, and when they are picked up, they have a wicked look, and they do not appear gentle, but a kind of offensive stunning. At this moment, calm and Wen Haoqing Looking at each other, the attitude is always unfamiliar, and the last sentence has a lazy sting: "Does the teacher want to wash it for me."

   "It depends on Miss Song." Wen Haoqing replied, at a certain moment there was a little to the extreme coldness, no desire, no demand, no waves.

Ranbai would certainly not believe that what Wen Haoqing said was true. From the first time she saw Wen Haoqing, she didn't think Wen Haoqing really was a gentleman. This person tended to be a kind of gentle and indifference to the extreme, "No trouble. The teacher."

"But a student in our class lost her school uniform. She was very sad, and the head teacher was also very angry." Ranbai stood there, looking down at the man, from her point of view you can see the young man under the neckline of the skimpy white shirt. The looming line of the collarbone reveals a fragile and abstinence beauty, a desire to destroy.

The red marks on    have disappeared completely after a few days, no traces can be seen, but you can still remember the messy and **** look of the hickey at that time.

Ranbai said casually, with some inexplicable meaning: "Does the teacher know where her school uniform is?"

   "Miss Song... I asked the right person." The actor was born with a beautiful bone and a clear skin. His every move was like an ink painting. It was a man's tough and handsome, gentle and moist as polished jade.

He seemed to have noticed Yen Bai's gaze, lifted his eyelids, and glanced up at Yen Bai. His long and white fingers casually pulled off the neckline, and his fingertips circled around. The bone ring was cold and deep. She was abstinent again. He squinted his eyes to hear the teacher's call, and smiled: "The teacher really knows."

  Ranbai was originally just a test, but in the end she got such an answer. She looked down at Wen Haoqing's movements condescendingly, without saying a word.

  (End of this chapter)