The expression of the girl with the butterfly hairpin changed slightly, and she issued the trumpet like a princess: "What are you waiting for, Xiao'er, didn't you tell me that you have practiced Taekwondo?"
The girl with slightly darker skin on the side rushed over and started to struggle with Mengkui.
Who would have thought that before Mengkui could get close to him, his hand would be grabbed and he would be thrown handsomely over the shoulder.
The black girl was thrown several meters away. Her body was in pain from fractures. She was curled up and unable to stand up for a while.
The girl with the butterfly hairpin turned pale and took a few steps back: "You...you..."
Mengkui clapped her hands, raised the corners of her mouth, and smiled with her eyes crooked: "Me, me, what am I? Are you so scared that you stutter?"
"Let's go!"
The girl with the butterfly hairpin glared at Jing Jiaren bitterly, helped the fat girl and the black girl up, and ran away.
Mengkui looked at Jing Jiaren with worry: "Are you okay?"
Jing Jiaren locked eyes with her: "Do you know martial arts?"
"Hey, I learned some self-defense..."
If you are a wealthy lady, who would be willing to let your children learn these things? Because it is very hard.
But if it weren't for the rich lady, how could Meng Kui be so generous?
"Jiaren, these women are really worthless. If they can't compete with others, they will play tricks." Meng Kui held Jing Jiaren's hair, "I have to protect such beautiful long hair to prevent one strand from falling out.
Hair strands.”
Jing Jiaren: "..."
"From now on, I will be your bodyguard. I will protect you!"
Mengkui patted her chest generously, her smile blooming like the sun again.
Jing Jiaren stared at her with emotion. She had always been a person who was not good at expressing herself, and hesitantly said: "Thank you."
"How dare you say thank you again, my friend!"
Watching her take the initiative to lift Jing Jiaren's bag, she is obviously very small, but she usually takes the initiative to help her carry things.
Jing Jiaren's eyes darkened and she said nothing.
Why does she always feel that Xiaokui was sent to her by Ximen Longting?
This girl plays multiple roles such as friend, bodyguard, servant... and Ximen Longting's eyeliner?
"Beautiful lady, let's go!" Mengkui, who was carrying two people's bags on the left and right, turned back to her, "Why are you always in a daze?"
Jing Jiaren came back to her senses, and every time she saw her sunny smile, she could no longer doubt...
If such a sincere girl is an undercover agent sent by Ximen Longting, what is her purpose?
Is all Mengkui's kindness to her fake? She doesn't want to question this friendship.
"Tomorrow is a fashion design class in the morning, and a violin class in the afternoon..." Mengkui asked tentatively, "Will you come to class?"
"Why not?"
"I thought... you would want to avoid..."
Jing Jiaren nodded: "Can I avoid him for the rest of my life? If my original life is disrupted because of him, then I have lost."
And she also wanted to see what kind of tricks Ximen Longting wanted to play and how long he could last.
"That's right, it's great that you think so!" Meng Kui said happily, "Then thanks to you, I can see the male god Ximen again tomorrow..."
"..."
Jing Jiaren, do you really think so, or do you not want to miss the opportunity to meet Ximen Longting? Are you telling the truth?
Mengkui stepped back and walked in front of her. At the end of the corridor, Ximen Longting came towards her.
Sure enough, the man put on the same outfit, a blue shirt and white pants.
He looked handsome even in light colors. His deep-locked red eyes swept over Meng Kui's clothes and fell on Jing Jiaren's face.