Chapter 1302 Angel Boy, Lovable (15)

"What do you know."

"His whole person is dead, and even the look in his eyes is as dead as a pool of stagnant water.

It seems that he doesn't care about anything, or anyone, or even himself, and has closed his entire being. "

"But did you see just now that he, who hardly spoke at school, actually said a few words to me, and even lost his temper with me. What does this mean?"

444 with a face: [What does it mean? 】

"It means that Miss Ben is special, it means that he starts to care about me. You see, I passed the test first, and he didn't plan to kidnap me."

If this was replaced by Yu Xiujie's son of a bitch, he would have been tied to a frying pan long ago.

[….Host, Xiao Xiao really admires you. 】

There is no one who can put gold on his face like this, no one has come before, and no one has come since, but the host is the only one.

"Hmph, just wait and see, he will change his attitude towards me soon."

Su Qiao is very confident in herself.

Throwing away his schoolbag, he got on the bus and went home happily.

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Beicheng, a villa area near the suburbs, in a villa.

"Why third? Why not first?"

'Snapped'

A well-maintained middle-aged woman dressed in a dark professional suit slapped the boy's face together with the paperwork.

The face with delicate makeup looks a little distorted and hideous at this time because of anger.

The boy had a pale face, and five red finger prints appeared in an instant. It could be seen that the woman did not leave her hand behind when she hit him.

The boy was standing like a log, with a dull expression on his face, his head bowed slightly, and he did not resist.

A slap was not enough to relieve anger, nor was it enough to show Jiang Meng's inner anger.

She took a brown leather whip from the partition between the living room and the kitchen, and with a wave of her hand, she slapped her son Jiang Yihan with the whip: "Kneel down for me!"

Jiang Yihan seemed to be used to it, without raising his head, he knelt on the marble floor with a plop.

"Tell me, what are you doing recently?"

The boy had a blank face, like a lifeless puppet, and his black eyes stared at the marble floor deadly, as if he could not feel the pain in his back.

Jiang Meng hated his lifeless appearance the most.

She felt that he was silently rebelling against her.

The veins on his forehead bulged out of anger, and the whip slammed on his back again and again: "You talk to you! Talk to you!"

"You have the nerve to take it back with such a result? Don't you know how to be irritable?"

"I wake up early every day, and work hard outside. Is it just to raise a worthless waste like you?"

The woman scolded with a twisted expression while waving the whip on her hand vigorously, until she was so tired that she was out of breath before she stopped.

He took a long breath and said, "Tell me, how did that little wild species take the test?"

Jiang Meng threw away the leather whip in his hand, stepped forward and kicked his lifeless son: "Tell me, are you dumb?"

Jiang Yihan's black eyes were like a bottomless quagmire, and he sat on the ground expressionlessly: "Second."

"second?"

Jiang Meng was stunned for a moment, and then became angry again: "Then why are you not the second? Why should you be crushed by him?"

"He is the wild species. Isn't it cool that you are being pressed down by a wild species?"

"Useless things, go to the basement for confinement, don't even want to drink or eat a sip of water or rice tonight."

Hearing the basement, Jiang Yihan's pupils shrank, his calm eyes finally had a moment's ups and downs, but soon returned to indifference.