Chapter 32: The Scheming School Bully (32)
Chen Yuan held a glass of beer in his hand, sipping it in small sips, but his peripheral vision was always focused on Shen Qinglin's direction.
There is a hint of bitterness on the tip of the tongue, and the wine stimulates the taste buds.
If possible, she would also like to be bolder and rush over to add him back on WeChat.
But she didn't dare. She would never forget that night downstairs in the slums.
The boy abandoned his self-esteem and begged her humbly.
"Don't end it, okay?"
Finally, his voice was hoarse and hot
"Don't let me see you again."
"roll."
Fu Hanchi, I'm afraid he has already hated her.
In order to make Fu Hanchi give up, she deleted all his contact information.
Fu Hanchi also had his own pride, and he forced himself not to call her.
The one who flirts first is the cheap one, and if he doesn't take responsibility after flirting, he is even more cheap.
Chen Yuan felt that she really should check Wu Jing's nationality. She no longer had the courage to do so, so she naturally rushed forward to chase Fu Hanchi back.
She has to repent and atone.
Liu Sining came back, holding a mobile phone in his hand, with his head lowered, wondering what he was thinking about.
Wen Yin came over with a gossipy look on her face.
"How's it going? Are you almost there? What's with that expression?"
Lin Kechen also asked
"You won't be rejected, right? Don't be sad, it's normal to be rejected."
Liu Si Ning did not answer them, her expression was a little dull. She walked up to Shen Yuan, looked at her, and said
"The boy said that if you want WeChat, you can go and ask for it."
"What?"
Wen Yin and Lin Kechen spoke at the same time.
Hearing Liu Sining's words, Shen Yuan's nose immediately felt sore and his eyes became hot.
It was he who made the harsh words, and it was also he who took the initiative to hand the rope to Chen Yuan.
He was giving Shen Yuan a chance, a chance to get close to him and win him back.
Fu Hanchi, what a good person.
Chen Yuan couldn't describe the feeling in his heart, he just felt sour and painful, and it was surging.
If she doesn't go up, she'd be a fool.
"Chen Yuan, do you know that senior?"
Shen Yuan nodded, her voice slightly choked.
"I've known him for a long time."
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The booth Liu Sining had booked was only a few steps away from Fu Hanchi. Shen Yuan sorted out her complicated feelings and picked up her phone.
Behind him, there were encouraging gazes from Wen Yin and others.
Although they had never heard the story of Chen Yuan and Fu Hanchi, they had already imagined a 100,000-word tragic love novel from Chen Yuan's sad expression.
As her roommate, I definitely hope she can get what she wants.
Shen Yuan took a few deep breaths, raised his foot and walked over.
The distance was getting closer and closer. Shen Yuan looked at the lazy figure on the sofa, his heart beating freely, as if it would jump out of his chest in the next second.
But she couldn't take her eyes off him, she was greedy and nostalgic, as if she wanted to remember the boy's appearance in her bones.
Closer and closer.
The latter seemed to sense something and looked up.
When their eyes met, the air seemed to freeze.
The noisy sound of DJs and intense music.
However, Shen Yuan could not hear anything. She stood in front of Fu Hanchi, pinching her fingers deeply with her fingers hanging at her sides.
Compared to the youthful appearance a year ago, the boy has lost a lot of weight and his facial features are more sharp and distinct.
The gray hair color makes the whole person look unruly.
Shen Yuan stood in front of him, feeling at a loss as to what to do. She greeted him stiffly.
"haven't seen you for a long time"
A familiar yet unfamiliar opening line.
Fu Hanchi frowned almost imperceptibly, seeming dissatisfied with this.
His eyes darkened, and Fu Hanchi ignored Shen Yuan.
It was he who asked Shen Yuan to come over, and it was also he who ignored Shen Yuan.
Contradictory and pitiful.
Shen Qinglin sneered at Brother Chi's behavior and just hoped that he would have some backbone and not surrender so quickly.
Fu Hanchi deliberately ignored her, but Shen Yuan was not angry at all.
That night, what she said almost completely crushed Fu Hanchi's self-esteem and arrogance.
If possible, she wished Fu Hanchi would return all these words to her.
But she knew that Fu Hanchi would not be willing to be mean to her.
She could only try harder to coax him back.
Shen Yuan took out his cell phone and carefully looked at Fu Hanchi's face.
“Can I add WeChat?”
Fu Hanchi finally raised his eyes and glanced at her lightly, his expression cold and distant.
With this expression, someone who didn't know would think that someone else had called Chen Yuan over.
He stretched out his hand, and the distinct joints looked particularly white and beautiful under the light.
The brown wine poured into the smooth wall of the glass, and as it swayed, it sparkled with tiny glimmers.
"Drink this cup and I'll give it to you."
Looking at the liquor in front of him, Chen Yuan was stunned and had no time to react.
Fu Hanchi's pupils shrank, and a sense of pleasure of revenge surged in his heart, mixed with an unconcealable panic.
He thought that this would allow him to take revenge on Shen Yuan and hit Shen Yuan's self-esteem.
But I always feel uncontrollable fear in my heart.
In the past, he never let her drink. The only time she got drunk and indulged herself, she was abandoned.
Now, he took the initiative to force her to drink the burning liquor.
Will she be angry? Will she ignore him from now on?
At this moment, Fu Hanchi felt humble and pitiful.
Two words: you deserve it.
Fu Hanchi curled the corners of his mouth sarcastically, his eyes very deep.
I don't know whether I'm angry with myself or with Chen Yuan.
"If you don't want to drink, get out."
The moment the words fell, the weight in my hand lightened.
Chen Yuan grabbed the cup and drank the liquid in it.
Fu Hanchi stood up swiftly, his tall and slender figure split the light into two worlds.
He suddenly snatched the cup from Shen Yuan's hand and shouted loudly as if he had lost his mind.
"Are you crazy?"
The voice was so loud that even Shen Qinglin, who was standing beside him, was startled.
Chen Yuan raised her head, her eyes a little red. She suddenly stretched out her hand and put her arms around Fu Hanchi's thin waist.
The temperature spread throughout his body along the fabric. Fu Hanchi's eyes darkened, his sharp Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he shuddered uncontrollably. The familiar scent of gardenia filled his nose.
"Is this okay?"
Fu Hanchi thought that this was revenge and humiliation for Chen Yuan.
In fact, just a glass of wine could get her his WeChat, which was something Shen Yuan wanted more than anything else.
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