Ruan Xingchen followed the prestige, and saw Ruan Shuqing walking towards him angrily.
Today's Ruan Shuqing is dressed differently from the one she saw at the club that day, and she finally looks like a college student.
But no matter what she wears, Ruan Xingchen doesn't like her.
Ruan Xingchen stopped, "I have something to do"
"You asked knowingly." Ruan Shuqing stared at Ruan Xingchen, wishing to poke a hole in her face, "Did you go out to eat with Brother Jiang last night?"
Ruan Xingchen rolled his eyes.
It turned out that I was angry because of this.
Seeing that Ruan Xingchen didn't speak, Ruan Shuqing asked again: "What did you say?"
"Miss Ruan." Ruan Xingchen's delicate and lovely face had a half-smile, "I'm talking to my fiancé, what does it have to do with you?"
Little Lolita is not without thorns, she just looks at the object.
Ruan Shuqing's suppressed anger exploded again in an instant, and without thinking, she raised her hand and hit Ruan Xingchen's disgusting little face forcefully.
It must be her, it must be what she said to Jiang Heng, Jiang Heng ignored her today, did not answer the phone calls, and did not reply to the messages.
It must be the trick of this little bitch
Seeing that it was about to hit, Ruan Shuqing felt an inexplicable pleasure surge in her heart.
It would be even better if she could be disfigured, then Jiang Heng would no longer be obsessed with this little bitch
Ruan Xingchen didn't expect Ruan Shuqing to hit someone.
It was too late to dodge, so she simply closed her eyes and prayed that Ruan Shuqing, the daughter of a thousand gold, would have less strength.
At the very moment, the big palm suddenly grabbed Ruan Shuqing's wrist.
Ruan Shuqing's hand was hanging in the air.
The two looked at the owner of the hand at the same time, a look of surprise flashed across Ruan Xingchen's eyes.
The boy pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said to Ruan Shuqing expressionlessly: "Please don't make trouble at the school gate."
Ruan Shuqing withdrew her hand bitterly, glared at the boy, and cursed in a harsh voice: "Which onion are you, Ruan Xingchen's concubine?"
The boy was taken aback for a moment, as if he heard such ugly words from a girl for the first time, his complexion suddenly changed, and his attitude of defending Ruan Xingchen became more and more firm, "This female classmate, if you make trouble again, I will I'm going to call security."
Seeing more and more people around looking towards this direction, Ruan Shuqing glared at the two of them viciously, and said to Ruan Xingchen, "Wait for me," then turned and ran away.
Ruan Xingchen smiled embarrassedly at the male voice, "Thank you, monitor."
The boy slightly pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said with a serious look: "You're welcome."
Ruan Shuqing returned home with red eyes, saw Mrs. Ruan sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper, immediately rushed over and hugged Mrs. Ruan's arm, "Mom, can you help me?"
Madam Ruan put down the newspaper and frowned slightly, "What's wrong?"
Ruan Shuqing wiped away her tears, "It's not that little bitch Ruan Xingchen, she went out to eat with Brother Jiang again yesterday."
When Ruan Xingchen was mentioned, Madam Ruan's eyes flashed a complex look very quickly.
After a while, he said softly: "Jiang Heng is his fiancé, what are you going to get involved in?"
Ruan Shuqing looked up at her mother, and shouted dissatisfiedly: "Why, why is it Ruan Xingchen?"
Why not her, but that little bitch Ruan Xingchen.
Madam Ruan turned her head away and did not speak.
At this time, Ruan Jian just came back from get off work, and when he heard his daughter crying, he quickly asked, "What's wrong with Shu Qing?"
Hearing Ruan Jiancai's voice, Ruan Shuqing immediately let go of Mrs. Ruan's hand, ran to Ruan Jiancai, shook Ruan Jiancai's arm, and said coquettishly, "Dad, Dad, you love me the most, don't you?"
Ruan Jiancai pampered his daughter's hair, "Tell me, what's the matter."
Madam Ruan, who was sitting on the sofa, turned her head to look at her husband when she heard the words, her brows furrowed slightly.
Ruan Shuqing lowered her head and smiled shyly, "Father, I like Jiang Heng."
The smile on Ruan Jiancai's face gradually narrowed, and his brows frowned into a Sichuan character.
At nearly five o'clock, Ruan Xingchen returned to Wutong Apartment with the dishes.
Lu Jingyuan doesn't know if he often cooks by himself, there are everything that should be in the kitchen.
After spending more than half an hour, I finally made two dishes and one soup.
Ruan Xingchen took off his apron, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and exhaled lightly.
The uncle should get off work at six o'clock, and it will be around six thirty at the latest when he returns to the apartment.
While there was still time, Ruan Xingchen cleaned the whole house except Lu Jingyuan's bedroom.
Time ticked by, and it seemed that it was almost seven o'clock, but the person still hadn't come back.
Ruan Xingchen thought for a while, then went to the bathroom, took out the clothes in the laundry basket one by one, and checked the labels on the clothes.
Fortunately, these clothes are hand washable.
It's just that Ruan Xingchen blushed and pinched a pair of boxer briefs exuding a strong masculine aura