His pale face suddenly came alive with his triumphant raised eyebrows, and his narrow eyes, glistening with a hint of moisture, seemed to be a reminder of her earlier ruthlessness.
Tears turning into laughter? Pear blossoms in the rain? Su Miao got on her motorcycle, still thinking about the scene from earlier. She didn't know what words to use to describe it, but it was just a younger brother, a delicate younger brother, a helpless younger brother who was bullied but dared not fight back.
As the motorcycle drove further and further away, Zhou Wenhan finally hurried upstairs.
He changed out of his blood-stained clothes, tore off the gauze from his head, and then disposed of the body to cover up the evidence. Only then, with a sweet smile, did he knock on the door.
"Hey, you're back!" The door opened, and Zhou Wenhao strode in.
Inside the house, a family of several people were enjoying a warm and cozy time.
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During the day, she helped Ms. Liu prepare for her second brother's wedding. She finally managed to free up some time, but then she suddenly remembered that her younger brother was waiting for her to pick him up from school.
The motorcycle was parked at the door. Su Miao had deliberately dressed in a very unconventional outfit, very street-smart and not to be messed with.
Smoky eye makeup, leather jacket, shorts, revealing long legs, plus an ankle boot, standing there leaning against a motorcycle, with a cigarette between his fingers, seemingly real but actually fake.
The younger siblings passing by looked at her with a mixture of curiosity and fear. A few girls covered their mouths, glanced at her with a smile, and then quickly ran away.
Zhou Wenhao, carrying his schoolbag, strolled out slowly and stood at the door with his hands in his pockets, wearing a blue and white school uniform, standing out among the throng of students.
Su Miao tilted her head towards the motorcycle and said, "Get on."
There were many people around, cars were stuck in traffic, and car horns were honking everywhere. Her bright red motorcycle and her flamboyant outfit stood out conspicuously.
Zhou Wenhao felt that many people were watching her, and everyone's eyes were greedily fixed on her, but he was the only one destined to walk to her side.
He tilted his head back and walked towards Su Miao with a smug, even arrogant, posture, before climbing onto the back of her motorcycle.
The car sped away with him in it, leaving the people around still in a daze.
"Is that Brother Hao?"
"Why does he have this kind of smug, arrogant feeling, like someone who has successfully risen to power in a palace intrigue and looks down on everyone else?"
"Who is he fighting against?"
"I don't know?"
Zhou Wenhao: Go to hell! You are all my imaginary enemies!
...
Su Miao planned to take Zhou Wenhao straight home, and then go to a quiet bar to meet up with her friends. The car was already parked downstairs. Zhou Wenhao got out of the car and repeatedly told her, "Wait for me a moment, I have something to give you."
"Okay, hurry up, I'm in a rush." ​​Su Miao waved her hand helplessly. Is this some kind of gift-giving game between kids? How childish.
The building entrance door opened, followed by the clattering sound of people going upstairs, and a few seconds later, the clattering sound of people going downstairs.
He was panting, still carrying his schoolbag, and stood at the entrance of the building, saying, "No one's home, and I don't have my keys."
"Do you have any friends?" Su Miao asked. "Shall I take you to a friend's house?"
Zhou Wenhao shook his head again, "I have no friends."
When he said this, he turned his head away, his face blank, seemingly somewhat embarrassed.
For a teenager of this age to admit that he or she is unpopular or even isolated is tantamount to having no self-esteem whatsoever.
Su Miao suddenly felt a pang of heartache and said, "Why don't you and I play for a while? It's just a bit smoky."
Zhou Wenhao raised an eyebrow imperceptibly. "Is it alright? Wouldn't that be inappropriate?"
He acted quickly; before he could even finish speaking, he was already on the back of the motorcycle, urging Su Miao, "Let's go?"
He braced himself with one foot on the ground, reached for Su Miao's sleeve, grabbed it, and pulled her little by little towards him, saying, "You're not having second thoughts, are you?"
"No," Su Miao said, twisting the accelerator in a daze, tilting her head back, and glancing around out of the corner of her eye.
The guy was swaying his upper body to the rhythm, his eyes darting around, looking smug.
So what is he so proud of?
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