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"Just fly away, it's not like you won't come back." Yang Ying didn't care and walked around her.
"It's late at night, what are you doing outside?" Chen Xue was anxious.
Is this a proper way for a girl to dress?
Yang Han passed away, leaving Yang Ying behind. If she didn't take good care of her, the Yang family wouldn't let her go. She had mixed feelings about Yang Ying.
"I'm in a bad mood, so I'm going to get drunk." Yang Ying said coldly and left without looking back.
Chen Xue was choked by this, and she chased after him, "Yingying, listen to your mother."
"Okay." Yang Ying stopped and looked at her with a smile, "You should listen to me too, and get the stranger out."
Du Dong was just walking out, and he was embarrassed to hear this.
The atmosphere froze, and Chen Xue stood there, not knowing whether to go back or not.
She and Du Dong were first loves, and Yang Han was a sideshow, but she accidentally got pregnant with Yang Ying, and she couldn't have an abortion, so she was forced to marry Yang Han and give birth to her.
While she was panicking, Yang Ying had already gotten into a taxi and didn't look at the two of them again.
That wasn't her mother, that was Du Dong's wife, Du Chen's mother.
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The music in the nightclub was loud and deafening, people were twisting their bodies in the dance floor, and there were colorful wines on the bar.
The sexy and enchanting woman twisted her body, unrestrained and passionate.
"Yingying." Shen Yi waved her hand. She was wearing a white miniskirt and had her hair done in curls today, just like a pure little princess.
Along the way, many men stopped her to ask for contact information. She was impetuous and refused straightforwardly.
"Rose Box." She walked to Yang Ying, pulled her forward, and chattered non-stop, "Xu Hai brought a woman this time, and she was a hair salon girl. My God, his taste is getting more and more unique."
"Fortunately Ma Teng didn't bring her."
"They are drinking."
...
Enter the box.
"Come on, eat and drink well, don't be polite." Ma Teng has fully demonstrated the characteristics of being born in a merchant family.
That calm and mature look, I'm afraid he learned it from his father.
He took the wine glass and poured wine for Yang Ying, and sat opposite her, "Come on, let's have a fistfight, we agreed not to go home until we are drunk."
"Don't be a grandson." Yang Ying put her bag aside, and skillfully stretched out her hand to touch her hair.
"Whoever is a grandson calls grandpa!"
"Yo."
...
"Drink."
"He lost, Yingying, come on."
"It's my turn." Shen Yi saw that Yang Ying had been forced to drink three cups, and pushed her aside to face Ma Teng, "I'll compete with you."
"Change people?" Ma Teng also drank a lot, and smiled with a row of white teeth, nodded, and had a great time, "Come on, I'm not afraid."
Yang Ying took the opportunity to sit aside and make room for the two.
"Four sixes."
"Five."
...
"More."
...
Yang Ying looked at the two people who were excited, leaned back, took a sip of the wine glass, and frowned suddenly.
She didn't move.
Suddenly, a sharp light appeared in her eyes. She stood up and poured the remaining wine on the man next to her without hesitation. Looking down at him, she said coldly, "Does it feel good to touch?"
"Are you sick? It was just an accidental touch." The boy was embarrassed in public and was also furious.
He looked older than them.
"How could your fingers be so careless? What's the point of keeping them if you don't obey?" Yang Ying was wearing high heels, and now they were as tall as him.
She was disgusted by the two touches on her thighs just now.
"Watch your words, you have to be so particular when you're selling?" The man showed a fierce look and looked at the people who stopped, "Why are you so arrogant? Apologize to me!"
There were more or less a dozen people here, and he didn't know all of them. He saw that Yang Ying was young and most of them were hostesses.
Humiliated before even touching.
Yang Ying was also wild, so she raised her hand and slapped him, making her palm numb, but she felt relieved in her heart, and cursed with her head down.
"Fuck." The man took action and raised his fist.
Ma Teng rushed forward first.
The scene was in chaos, with scolding and abuse, and the sound of glass breaking.
There were many against one, and the boy was young and frivolous, so the man was beaten up. Ma Teng pretended to comfort Yang Ying, but everyone was disappointed.
The boy was just getting excited, and it was still early, so he changed the place and continued to eat skewers and drink on the street.
Chapter 401 Academic God (4)
The consequence of last night's indulgence was that the whole day was in a daze.
Yang Ying, Shen Yi, and Ma Teng were all late, especially Ma Teng, who fell asleep in the classroom. Li Xuhai was even worse and didn't come at all.
Yesterday he took that girl to a hotel, but he didn't know which hotel they went to. Minors could actually book a room.
The subject teacher was explaining the test paper, and he passed by Ma Teng without even looking at him. He was too lazy to take care of such a problem teenager.
He was getting himself into trouble after taking care of him.
Yang Ying was also absent-minded in class, holding her chin and looking out the window. She was so bored that she felt a little sleepy. Suddenly, she looked into the distance and a figure appeared in her eyes.
Ji Yang was wearing a white shirt and school uniform, with one hand in his pocket, standing on the football field. There was a boy wearing glasses standing next to him.
She saw him at a glance even though they were so far away.
Is this a physical education class?
"Teacher." Yang Ying raised her hand and said with a smile, "Go to the toilet."
"Go." The subject teacher waved his hand.
Yang Ying is somewhere between a good student and a bad student. She is usually not in tune, but she does things in a proper way. She has a sweet voice and is polite.
Because of this, people can't dislike her.
Yang Ying walked out and ran down the stairs quickly to the football field. When she arrived, she found that Ji Yang was not in the same place.