Chapter 253 Strip away the sharp blade and become a servant
When she heard these words, Ding Fei's delicate body... trembled slightly.
All the students around were shocked and confused!
this?!
Want Ding Fei's father... Ding Jiushan to come forward in person and come to him to apologize?
Is this man... really not afraid of death??
Who is Ding Jiushan?
That's a scary old tycoon who started out in the black world!
How dare he, a mere young man in his early twenties... let Ding Jiushan come forward and apologize to him in person?
Where does this man... get the courage and courage?!
Chen Zongheng put out his cigarette butt, and then... turned around.
"Let's go." He gestured to Yuan Li.
Yuan Li's pretty face was complicated, and she followed this man cautiously...
The two of them just left the scene.
Only the people at the scene were left in confusion and shock.
Ding Fei's delicate body trembled and she knelt on the ground.
Her beautiful eyes were filled with fear and ferociousness, and she slowly picked up... the business card on the ground in front of her.
On the business card, there is only a simple office phone number: 8845-1111
There is also a string of address information: [Qiushi Pharmaceutical and Biological Co., Ltd.]
Qiu Group?!
Ding Fei's delicate body trembled slightly, her jade hand tightly clenched the business card, and her pupils... let out an angry murderous intent!
This phone number, this address... this man, she remembers it!
She must pay for the humiliation she suffered today with that man's life...!
…
On this night, Fuxing University and the stadium with thousands of people were destined to be sleepless.
A high platform was built.
A unique music celebration is being held.
In the auditorium, there were beautiful young figures, young boys and girls in their early twenties, and a youthful music party full of vigor.
It seems that the episode in the dressing room just now affected today's concert.
After all, it was just a small conflict...it didn't have much impact...and was only seen by the dozens of students present.
Most people actually don't know.
Therefore, the concert will be held as usual at this time.
On the stage, Yuan Li wore a white dress.
The left hand holds the violin, and the right hand holds the bow.
That Ruzhuo figure looked like a hibiscus emerging from the water under the illumination of the stage lights.
Everyone present... felt stunned.
At this time, she was as beautiful as a fairy.
The bow of the piano in his right hand was slowly pulled, and the melodious sound of the piano penetrated clearly through the microphone into the entire huge venue.
Then, she began to sing softly:
"The drifting snow is swaying in the wind."
"Poetic soul, changing lover."
"Always use frivolous exuberance to cover up depth."
"Who is not young and enthusiastic?"
"Being alone, loving someone."
"Looking at her with tender eyes for the rest of my life."
"Can write the meanest words."
"To ridicule this mediocrity."
"But I can't bear to scold you at all."
"I am also a charming person, but I am not a good person."
"Who can be lucky enough to pay for life by mistake?"
"The one who gets emotional first."
"Strip off the sharp edge and become a human subject."
"I love your desolate eyes, the bright moon and stars."
"You have not traveled thousands of miles to knock at the door of your heart."
"A solitary lip."
"With your approval, I offer you a kiss..."
The soft singing echoed throughout the audience.
The concert venue with thousands of people was quiet.
Everyone seemed to have closed their eyes, intoxicated in that intoxicating dream.
The sound of the violin... melodious and tortuous, accompanied by the god of singing.
That white dress is like the bright moon's bright eyes.
Yuan Li played softly and sang slowly.
Gradually, her eyes... blurred.
The lyrics of this song seem to... play the first half of her life.
Wandering alone, suffering all the humiliation in the world.
Rumors, rumors, scandals...
Those who framed her.
Those who slandered her.
Everything finally led to her... being corrupted.
It became a vase that was kept by others.
A drop of crystal tear slipped from the corner of her eye.
The song is trembling and poignant.
I love your desolate eyes, which still have residual warmth.
A desolate heart, running in the wilderness.
You will flick off the smoke and wipe away the dust marks on your fingers.
Each one is diverse.
Look at those wandering souls.
Unable to agree on one thing, they were surrounded layer by layer.
Someone who has never made wine.
Extraordinarily sober and independent.
As the saying goes, destiny is not up to you at all.
If you don’t believe in common sayings, you prefer to believe in rules.
Those ridiculous rumors.
Changed name to youth.
The red dust is billowing.
Finally, the song fell.
The entire concert hall was quiet.
Everyone seemed to be immersed in the poignant singing and couldn't wake up for a long time.
There was a 'clang' sound.
The sound of the violin falling to the ground brought back the thoughts of everyone in the room.
When people in the audience look at the stage again.
Only the exquisite black violin... fell to the ground.
The bow fell off. And the beautiful figure in the white skirt disappeared from the stage?
…
A black Mercedes-Benz S600 was driving slowly on the streets of Shanghai late at night.
This magical city that never sleeps, even late at night... is already full of charm.
Neon lights flash.
Yuan Li was sitting in the passenger seat of a Mercedes-Benz. Under her white dress...her legs...were slightly curled up. She hugged her knees with her hands, and her long, slightly curly hair fell to her ears.
At this time, she seemed lonely, helpless...complex.
The song just now sang out her messiness.
Singing out her poignant first half of life.
Is it unwillingness, misfortune...or maybe life is unfair.
She was too deeply involved in the play and the world of the lyrics of this sad song, and could not bring her thoughts back for a long time.
Chen Zongheng, with a cigarette in his mouth, drove the Mercedes-Benz calmly and sent the girl home.
Inside the car, the atmosphere was quiet.
"Ding~" At this moment, a text message alert suddenly sounded on Chen Zongheng's cell phone?
While driving, Chen Zongheng took out his cell phone and took a look...
Does this number that sent the text message seem familiar?
Is it the phone number of the witch under the autumn frost?
Chen Zongheng frowned slightly.
He has blocked Qiu Shuangxia's phone number, but this girl... still dares to send him text messages.
I glanced at the content of the text message:
[Chen Zongheng...are you in our school? With Yuan Li? 】
The content of the text message is very simple, only a few sentences.
Chen Zong glanced at the text message and added it to the spam advertising text message.
Then he stuffed his cell phone into his pocket and continued driving.
Along the way, the atmosphere in the car seemed extremely quiet.
Yuan Li had his legs crossed and sat in the car in a daze for a long time.
Until the Mercedes-Benz stopped at the door of Tomson's first-class mansion.
She was finally woken up by Chen Zongheng's "We've arrived."
She came back from her daze, bit her red lips, turned her head... and looked at the man beside her with complicated eyes.
"Thank you... today... thank you... for standing up for me..." Yuan Li said his thanks carefully in a complicated voice.
Tonight, she was slapped by Na Ding Fei. Originally, according to her status and class... there was no chance of resistance.
He even had to apologize pitifully to Ding Fei and beg for mercy.
This was like the scene where she had been bullied by girls countless times.
But tonight, everything changed.
This man, like an unparalleled hero... suddenly stood up and blocked everything in front of her.
"It's getting late, go to bed early." Chen Zongheng's face was calm, without any mood swings.
His expression remained unchanged for thousands of years, making it impossible to see through all his emotions.
It's like an iceberg that never melts.
What he said was to send Yuan Li to ask the woman to get out of the car as soon as possible and go upstairs.
Yuan Li bit her red lips and suddenly asked cautiously, "Mr. Chen... I still don't know your full name... can you tell me... what is your... name?"
Yuan Li felt a little timid and looked at Chen Zongheng with complicated eyes.
Until now, she still didn't know Mr. Chen's name.
She wants to know this man's name.
Even if there is no result.
She also wanted to remember this name.
Chen Zong was sitting in the car, smoking a cigarette indifferently and paying no attention to her.
The atmosphere in the car seemed a bit awkward and silent.
A trace of disappointment flashed in Yuan Li's eyes.
"I'm sorry...forgive me for talking too much..." She bit her red lips, feeling a little aggrieved and frustrated, and slowly opened the door of the Mercedes-Benz.
Perhaps, in his eyes... he is just a vase. What qualifications does a canary trapped in a birdcage have... to ask the owner's name?
Just when Yuan Li opened the car door in despair and stepped out of the car...his voice suddenly came from behind him.
"Chen Zongheng, my name."
Huh~ Yuan Li was stunned.
She trembled slightly, turned her head, her beautiful eyes filled with mist, and looked at him like this.
"I'll only say it once." Chen Zongheng's voice was cold, with a hint of coldness.
He won't repeat it a second time.
"Chen... Zong... Heng... I remember it~" Yuan Lili said with a happy and sweet smile at the corner of her mouth.
She suddenly got back into the car, and then...quickly approached Chen Zongheng...like a dragonfly, she touched the man's fair and cold cheek...with her red lips.
Huh~!
The air seems to be silent and stagnant at this moment.
Chen Zongheng's cold pupils... trembled suddenly, and his whole person... seemed to have turned to stone.