I Really Didn’t Want to Become a Scumbag

　　 "Zhou Yuwen, give me another chance..." Jiang Ting pleaded humblely.

　　 There was silence on the phone for a while.

Jiang Ting was very nervous. She wanted to say something, but she was afraid to say something wrong. To be honest, she hated herself like this. She finally understood why Su Qianqian was so humble in her freshman year. This feeling of gain and loss is It's really uncomfortable.

　　 After a long silence, Zhou Yuwen's deep voice rang along the phone signal: "Jiang Ting, you are a good girl, but we are really not suitable, so be it."

　　 After finishing speaking, Zhou Yuwen hung up the phone directly.

　　 Listening to the blind tone on the phone, Jiang Ting was lost for a while, the more he was like this, the more Jiang Ting got stuck in and couldn't get out.

　　 No, she is really unwilling.

　　 So she lost Zhou Yuwen.

　　 No, absolutely not.

can not be like this.

　　 Jiang Ting stumbled up from the bed.

"boom!"

　　 One failed to step on, Jiang Ting fell off the ladder all over, but because Jiang Ting was holding the ladder, the injury was not serious, just hit her leg and her knee was blue.

　　 "Are you okay?" Han Qingqing, who was watching TV over there, asked curiously.

　　 Jiang Ting didn't say anything, and walked out without a word. She was going to find Zhou Yuwen to make things clear. She cried and thought that she didn't do this on purpose that day, so she should not break up.

　　Really don't break up, she won't break up anyway!

　　 Jiang Ting went to Kangqiao Santa Fe, went to Thunder Internet Cafe, and went to the food delivery company. The desperate family went to Zhou Yuwen, but they didn't find it after searching for a long time.

　　 Finally in the afternoon, Zhou Yuwen's class found Zhou Yuwen.

　　 Zhou Yuwen was in class at this time, and Jiang Ting walked in desperately.

　　 She is a little haggard, but everyone still knows the name of the flower of the polytechnic school. When you see Jiang Ting, everyone knows who you are looking for, and one after another looks at Zhou Yuwen.

　　 Zhou Yuwen noticed that Jiang Ting was also quite surprised at this moment, but saw her seemingly hesitant to talk, Zhou Yuwen said: "Go out and talk."

　　 At the end of December, the landscape trees on the campus were withered and yellow, and there were two ginkgo trees outside the teaching building of Zijin College. At this time, the golden leaves fell to the ground, and when the breeze blew, it was a bleak scene.

　　 Jiang Ting attracted a lot of people's curiosity when he came, and there was even more discussion in the classroom at this time.

"Brother Jie, it's the first time I saw Jiang Ting look like this. Good guy, Lao Zhou is still amazing, a girl who was so proud of her freshman year, look, she wiped her tears." Liu Zhu stretched over there. Looking around his neck.

　　 "Don't bother me." Wang Zijie looked decadent. Zhou Yuwen knocked him to the ground that day, not only because of his thin body, but also because of his arrogance as a capitalist.

　　 Since that day, Wang Zijie basically sleeps in get out of class and plays games after class. He doesn't hear anything outside the window. He can fall asleep quickly when lying in bed. He doesn't think about anything or dare to think about anything.

　　 His body is cold now, he just wants to sleep, he will always remember that day, Zhou Yuwen just pushed lightly, so he fell to the ground like this?

　　 The strong body he is proud of?

　　The Prince of Basketball?

　　 Haidian Ruchuan Maple?

　　 Ha ha, it sounds ridiculous.

　　 He was lying on the table, thinking nothing, Liu Zhu looked at him like a dead fish, curled his lips, said nothing.

　　 And outside, Jiang Ting cried and hugged Zhou Yuwen, bowed her head and admitted to Zhou Yuwen. At this time, she had no dignity. She only hoped that Zhou Yuwen would not leave her.

　　Really, please, don't leave me.

"I know it's wrong. Don't leave me. From now on, whether you are looking for Qianqian or Linlin, I don't care. Please, don't leave me, please, when I beg you." Jiang Ting is humble again. Pleaded with Zhou Yuwen.

　　 grabbed Zhou Yuwen's hand and begged over there, she really didn't want to leave Zhou Yuwen like this, she only hoped that Zhou Yuwen would give herself another chance.

However, Zhou Yuwen pushed away Jiang Ting’s hand and shook his head: "Don’t be so humble, Jiang Ting, no one is right or wrong with our problems. We are simply inappropriate. You are too strong. You don’t need to do it for me. And to change, you just have to be yourself, I'm sorry."

"Let's go back."

　　 This is the last sentence Zhou Yuwen said.

　　 "Zhou Yuwen..." Jiang Ting cried, and she opened her mouth, trying to say something, but she didn't say anything.

　　 Zhou Yuwen turned his head and said nothing.

　　 This day, 2012, December 29, the end of the world did not come, but for Jiang Ting, today is her end of the world.

　　 This semester, Jiang Ting did not take the final exam. She went home, bought a high-speed rail ticket by herself, and sat down on the high-speed rail for an hour back home.

　　 Jiang Ting's return was abrupt. His father was not at home, and his mother Song Jia was living her delicate life as a noblewoman. Suddenly someone opened the door. Song Jia was curious, but saw Jiang Ting standing alone at the door.

　　 "Why is the school holiday so early? It's not the 29th today?" Song Jia muttered and walked to her daughter, only to find that her face was wrong.

　　 Song Jia's face became serious: "Tingting, what's the matter with you?"

　　 "Mom!" Jiang Ting yelled aggrievedly, and then began to pick up her daughter and wept loudly.

During the three-day holiday from the 29th to the New Year’s Day for five days, Jiang Ting did not go out of her bedroom, did not eat much, looked haggard, and only wore a black nightdress, like a walking dead, leaning against the window every day. Looking at the scenery outside the window.

　　 Originally, Song Jia hated her daughter and Zhou Yuwen falling in love. Now that her daughter looks like this, Song Jia hates Zhou Yuwen even more. She scolds Zhou Yuwen thousands of times in her heart. But for a day or two, her daughter keeps doing this, Song Jia feels distressed.

　　 "Good girl, let's have a meal! There are so many good men! Mom will help you find better ones! Don't do this!"

　　 "But mom~www.wuxiamtl.com~I can't help thinking about him," Not to mention it's okay, as soon as she spoke, Jiang Ting couldn't help crying again.

　　 Song Jia couldn't persuade him alone, so she could only call Jiang Qian to persuade her.

　　 Jiang Ting saw her sister-in-law coming, and was even more aggrieved. She picked up Jiang Qian and cried again. She washed her face with tears every day and didn't think about tea or rice, not to mention her mother who was distressed. Even Jiang Ting was distressed and tight.

　　 She touched Jiang Ting's small face, how her niece, who was like the Proud Girl of Heaven, was tortured by Zhou Yuwen.

The most important thing is that Jiang Ting has been saying: "I am not good, I am too mean and overbearing. If it weren't for me to push too hard, he would not break up with me. If, if I can give more He is a little free, he can't break up with me, mom, sister-in-law, I am not good, I lost him."

　　 Jiang Ting started crying again while she was talking. Song Jia heard this and wished to go to Zhou Yuwen and slap Zhou Yuwen. The daughter she had worked so hard to cultivate was destroyed by Zhou Yuwen!

"What's wrong with you! She is looking for a woman behind your back! Look at your dad! Look at your uncle and uncle! Which one has been like this! I worked so hard to raise you so much, not for a man Seek death and life!"

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