Chapter 170

The next morning, Lu Zhanshen sent Qiao to Jiangcheng University.

Before getting off the bus, he whispered in her ear: "don't put pressure on yourself. No matter what you do in the exam, it doesn't matter. Do you understand me?"

Wen Run's face raised a smile: "when I have winter vacation, I will accompany you to work, OK?"

Smell speech, Lu Zhan deep low hum smile, loosen the safety belt for her, looking at that gradually away back, he did not move his eyes for a long time.

Winter vacation?

He said before that when she had a holiday, he would take her out of the country for honeymoon. But now, with such an accident, I'm afraid honeymoon travel is far away.

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The atmosphere in the classroom is much quieter than usual, perhaps because the final exam is approaching.

Although the schoolwork of university is not as heavy as that of high school, it is obviously more arbitrary than that of high school or junior high school. But Jiangcheng university is one of the best universities in the world. It's time for us to work hard, and all of our students are working hard.

As the bell rang, Joe sat uneasily in his seat, frowning.

Xiao'an didn't come to school again. It's time for the final exam in a few days. At such an important juncture, xiao'an has no reason to ask for leave. What's the matter?

After school, Joe got on the bus late at night and asked the driver, "master, if you don't go back to tanxiangyuan, can you take me to a place?"

In the face of the request, the driver didn't immediately agree. Think about the accident in the club and the accident of getting drunk in the bar... How dare he easily obey the orders? Isn't that trouble for yourself?

This president's wife is really giving him a problem!

"Madam, please wait for me for a moment. I'll call Mr. Lu for instructions first." In front of Qiao wanwan, the driver hesitantly dials Lu Zhanshen.

Hang up the phone, the driver nodded, about half an hour later, will Joe late to the waterfront apartment.

After getting out of the car, the driver followed him with an embarrassed smile: "madam, Mr. Lu told me on the phone that I have to follow you every step of the way."

Knowing the man's temper, Joe turned his lips and acquiesced.

Standing downstairs, she rang the doorbell and waited anxiously.

After a while, the door downstairs was opened.

Sitting in the elevator, before entering the door, Joe turned around and looked at the driver: "master, here are my friends. We two girls want to talk for a while. It won't be long, or I'll trouble you to wait outside, OK?"

The driver nodded slightly and stood upright outside.

After several minutes, Ling Xiaoan moved his painful legs and walked slowly to the entrance.

Just now, in front of the mirror, I don't know how many times I took a deep breath, and I don't know how much effort I spent. Finally, she looks like a person.

"Late, how did you come here?" Ling Xiaoan's light face raised a shallow smile.

"Xiao an, why didn't you come to school? I'm not sure. I can't get through to you all the time, so I came to see you. "

When Joe talked late, his eyes kept shuttling back and forth on xiao'an, as if looking for any clues.

Somehow, even when Xiao an was standing in front of her, he could stare at the white face and the smile that was like a bubble. What she felt was that something was wrong with Xiao an, or maybe she was deliberately hiding something from her.

"Later, you sit down first. I'll get you a glass of water." Ling xiao'an turns around in a hurry and goes to the kitchen quickly with deep pain.

Night that pair of condensed eyes, instant not instant looking at her, let her almost unable to hold on

Ling Xiaoan pursed a smile again, when she put down the glass, the delicate wrist was immediately pinched in the palm of Joe's hand!

"What's wrong with your wrist? Let me see! " Joe just grabs Ling Xiaoan's hand and refuses to let it go. The trace of dark red makes her panic when she glances at it.

How could she forget that xiao'an had killed herself by cutting her wrist before. Xiao'an was sent to the hospital for rescue, but she didn't even want to die!

Rolling up Ling xiao'an's sleeve, Joe gapes at night... Subconsciously, she rolls up her other sleeve, which also has dark red marks on her wrist.

Such traces, like, like the silt after binding

Silent for a long time, a strong emotion burst out from Joe's chest: "Ling Xiaoan! Why on earth are you doing this? That bastard bullies you so much, why don't you resist? Why don't you say it? You can tell me, you can tell me... Why don't you say anything? "

She's heartbroken, angry, and blaming herself!

Xiao'an was absent from school a while ago. She thought something was wrong at that time, but why did she wait until now to come here?

Looking at Qiao's red eyes, the hot tears continuously fall from Ling Xiaoan's face. His hoarse voice has gradually dried up, and he can't roar out much volume.

Ling Xiaoan pinches his clothes tightly and drags them in his hand again and again. His haggard face is gradually buried

"Say... What?"

"Tell us his evil deeds and what he has done to you. Xiao Han, a mean and shameless man, should let everyone know his dirty face. Even if he covers the sky with his hand again, there is always a way to punish him!"

Ling Xiaoan raised her desperate tears, and a self mocking radian flashed across her mouth: "late, have you really thought about it for me?"

"Xiao'an..." Joe was stunned at night. He didn't understand the meaning of this, and he didn't understand xiao'an's alienated eyes.

"Several times before, he told me to look for him outside the school in the middle of class... That day, in his car, I probably fainted because of too much pain... Later, I was sent to the hospital. Now, even if I walk, I feel very painful."

Ling Xiaoan's tone was indifferent. He tried his best to hold back his tears, and he brought all the torments together: "as for the scar on my wrist, it's because I can't endure it. Even if it's just a breath, I want to escape him."

"But run away? How can you escape? I was caught by him before I went out. He told me... "

"Wanwan, is that what you want me to say? Now I've said it. "

Ling Xiaoan lowered her eyes, looked at her wrist and stroked it gently

"Will you let him torture you? Even if you were tortured like this, would you not say a word? Ling Xiaoan, am I your friend or not? "

"Late, Joe!" Ling Xiaoan closed his eyes and roared, "maybe in your eyes, I'm always a patient. Maybe you think I need protection all the time. But I also have self-esteem. I also have something I want to protect. Even if it's so dirty, I don't want to be exposed to everyone. My self-esteem is the only thing I have left! "