Chapter 272: The Mountain Rain Is About to Come and the Wind Fills the Building 13
At seven o'clock in the evening, I came to Han Bing's office as scheduled.
Opening the door, Han Bing was still sitting at his desk writing something with his head down as usual. When he saw me coming in, he nodded and motioned for me to sit on the sofa.
Han Bing still has a cold expression on his face. In the past, he felt noble and cool like a princess, but now I just feel disgusted when I look at her. I will never forget her coquettish look when she leaned on that man's shoulder in the afternoon.
When I think of Han Bing having physical intercourse with that married man in bed, I can't help but feel sick, and what follows is the heartache that is like being bitten by thousands of insects!
I sat on the sofa without saying a word. Although I tried my best to hide my emotions, the sixteen-year-old me was not that tactful and sophisticated after all, so Han Bing discovered the clues.[
"What’s wrong with you?"
I looked up at Han Bing, my only relative in the No. 1 Middle School.
"Sister Bing." She couldn't help but feel a sore nose and her voice trembled.
"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Han Bing stood up and walked to me: "Why are you crying again? You don't look like a man!"
"I'm only sixteen years old." He tried his best to suppress his emotions: "How can I be a man?"
Seeing Han Bing's concerned expression on me, tears almost came out.
"Are you feeling sad about what happened in the afternoon?" Han Bing said suddenly.
I was startled. Did Han Bing see me?
Han Bing noticed my doubts and nodded: "Just follow me."
I lowered my head and bit my lip: "Then why don't you talk to me?"
"He is very jealous and won't let me talk to you little boys." Han Bing touched my head for the first time and comforted me, although his face was still expressionless.
Of course I knew who "he" Han Bing was talking about, and I felt sad again for no reason.
At this moment, Han Bing was standing very close to me, raising his hand to touch my head. If other boys saw this action, I don’t know how envious it would be. I smelled the perfume emanating from Han Bing’s body, but it was just a little bit
There are no evil thoughts at all, my mind is filled with Han Bing's grievances, Han Bing's difficulties, and Han Bing's difficulties.
"Sister Bing..." I burst into tears and hugged Han Bing in my arms. How many bitter tears did this girl, who always looked like a big sister in front of others, have in her heart?