Jiang Liwen's hand holding the coffee cup paused, and her thin lips turned pale.%&*”;
"She is just as virtuous as your mother." Su Qianrong chuckled, her eyes full of malice: "You are shameless!"
Jiang Liwen suddenly stood up from the sofa chair and slowly clenched her hands: "Su Qianrong, I'm warning you, don't insult my mother!"
"Hey, you're so proud after thinking about other people's boyfriends? Who do you think you are? You're just a loser bitch who dares to yell at me!" Su Qianrong raised her hand and a large cup of coffee rushed towards her, splashing it on her face.
Jiang Liwen's face.
Snap!
Everyone in the western restaurant looked over.
Jiang Liwen stretched out her arms, her lips turned white, and those disgusted looks made her feel like she had been stripped naked and thrown on the street.
But so what, she never cared about how she looked in the eyes of others.
Su Qianrong, who had always been cunning and mean, did not reach out to fight back, but cried uncharacteristically. She covered her cheek with one hand and supported the Western dining table with the other. Her slender shoulders were trembling slightly, as if she had been greatly wronged. Her delicate little
There are lovely tears on the face.%&*”;
At first, Jiang Liwen didn't understand why this woman pretended to be pitiful.
When she met the surprised and angry look behind her, she suddenly smiled. It turned out that this was Su Qianrong's purpose...
"What are you doing!" Ye Jingshen grabbed Jiang Liwen's arm, his eyes filled with indescribable shock. He didn't expect that the school girl who always talked little would actually hit someone!
Jiang Liwen didn't explain, she just stood there stunned, with brown liquid flowing down her face.
In fact, she especially wanted to ask why he only saw the injuries on Su Qianrong's face but not the stains on her clothes.
He probably doesn't understand.
In fact, she will also feel pain.
Everyone in Jiang Liwen's room was looking at her, but she didn't feel so embarrassed. She only felt a wave of sadness in her heart, as if it was being cut by a knife.
The coffee completely stained her sweater. She picked up the paper and wiped it hard twice.
She thought, even if it failed.
She also wants to walk beautifully.
But she couldn't move, her legs seemed to be nailed to the ground by something, and she couldn't pull them out...
Su Qianrong threw herself into Ye Jingshen's arms, her voice was very soft and sobbing: "Senior Ye, don't blame Wenwen, the injury on her face is fine, I...I, wuwu..."
Ye Jingshen patted her back, looked at Jiang Liwen with a hint of helplessness and harshness, and there was a coldness in his voice: "Wenwen, apologize."
Looking at this scene, Jiang Liwen was in a daze. She suddenly remembered that at the end of summer in her senior year of high school, her father also hugged another woman with reddish cheeks and asked her mother to say sorry.
Mother fell down on the sofa, not knowing whether she was crying or laughing.
She looked at her mother who looked completely aged for a moment, as if she had aged twenty years.
It seemed that she no longer had any support or support, and her heart was about to be broken!
Huh...apologize?
What an ironic two words.
She was the one who stepped in!
Why should she ask her mother to apologize!
Jiang Liwen's hand clenched tighter and tighter, her fingertips sinking into her palm. She raised her head, arrogantly like a lonely queen wandering in the night, and spoke clearly and clearly: "I will not die.
,Dao,qian!"
After saying that, she picked up the satchel placed on the wooden chair and walked out of the western restaurant without looking back. The silver-gray coffee printed speckled shadows on the white sweater.
She walked decisively, as if she had won a battle, but no one saw that the moment she turned and walked into the long alley, her cold eyes turned red...
Jiang Liwen suddenly stopped, squatted on the ground, biting her hands with her teeth, and shed big tears...
"It's okay, it's okay." She murmured softly, her slightly hoarse voice of comfort lingering in the long alley, feeling unspeakably distressed...