Oleanders on the roadside covered the wall, and the setting sun shined on her face through the direct gaps in the branches.
Song Yizhen glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw a few gangsters following her.
Maybe it's the hot weather, but I don't know if sweat or tears are flowing down my cheeks.
Her steps quickened unknowingly, and a gangster noticed her. He took a step forward and pulled her into the alley next to her.
Song Yicheng clearly saw the appearance of the few gangsters who were following her.
The leader was a head taller than her, with a very delicate face, a tall nose, peach blossom eyes, and a tear mole next to his eye, which seemed to be an embellishment on his perfect face.
Well, very handsome.
This face gave Song Yicheng a special sense of familiarity.
"Hey, were you staring at our boss just now? Why did you fall in love with my boss?" The little follower next to him said jokingly.
You should have some shame, no matter how thick-skinned you are, you can't say such things, right?
The leading boy did not speak, but just looked at her with his head lowered. The boy looked very gentle, but he gave people a cold feeling.
I like your sister.
The words to reply to the little follower were on his lips, but he didn't dare to say them out.
"If you don't come, you have to hit me. There is no chance of winning in a fight. There are three of them."
"Are you from a key high school?" The leading boy spoke, his voice was pleasant and consistent with his appearance.
"No, I'm from a technical school and never learn well." Although Song Yicheng looks quiet and quiet, she loves to tell lies and tell lies.
"Oh, what's your name?" Sheng Jiahuai smelled a familiar smell from the girl in front of him.
"Sister Shao from Huai'an Technical School, if you go to the technical school and ask around, who doesn't know me?"
Who knows me?
"Oh." Sheng Jiahuai was immersed in the fragrance and was not emotionally moved by the words of the person opposite.
The air suddenly became quiet, and the young man had no intention of letting Song Yicheng go.
Sheng Jiahui: "You look familiar to me, would you like to get to know you?"
"Don't we know each other right away?"
"I am Sheng Jiahui from Class 6 of a key high school. I don't want to ask about your name. I want to hear it from you." Sheng Jiahui smiled instead of getting angry, ignoring Song Yicheng's words. He said the last sentence very slowly, as if for emphasis.
"Song Yishao" she smiled awkwardly but politely.
Purpose: Two-way redemption literature