[Quick Travel] The villain is a coquettish

Shen Yan was tall and had long legs. He pursed his thin lips and looked cold. With an elbow, he climbed over the wall and left the school with ease, leaving Wen Ling standing there dumbfounded.

Wen Ling pursed her lips, looking like an abandoned animal, very pitiful.

[Lingling, you are a bully, do bullies understand?He will pull you even more than him, so stop this worthless thing! 】

Wen Ling cheered up and stared fiercely at the wall, and let out an extremely arrogant snort from his nose.

"Hmph! Skip class by jumping over the wall, and I will sue the teacher for you in a while, so that you will have no good fruit to eat!"

Seeing Wen Ling's pitiful appearance, Tong Xiaoxiao was about to come over to offer comfort, when she heard Wen Ling's coquettish snort and cute words.

Whose little angel is this, how can it be so cute? !

Tong Xiaoxiao couldn't hold back, and finally rubbed Wen Ling's soft and fleshy face vigorously.

Wen Ling's face was like an egg that had just been peeled, and Tong Xiaoxiao almost got rua.

Recalling the way Shen Yan looked at her at that time, Tong Xiaoxiao let go of her hand with lingering fear.

Thanks to that guy for leaving.

Speaking of Shen Yan, this guy's family is famously rich, and even the principal has to take care of him.

Even now, playing truant in front of the physical education teacher and all the students, the teacher has nothing to do but turn a blind eye.

Because no matter how Shen Yan plays truant, his grades will always be the first in his grade.

His personality is cloudy and uncertain, except for a good-looking skin, his soul is simply a ghost in hell.

Wen Ling didn't forget his setting as a bully. He grabbed Tong Xiaoxiao's clothes, and his eyes, which had just cried, still had steam that hadn't faded away, making them look foggy.

"Don't touch my face anymore, or I'll draw bastards on your face!"

Tong Xiaoxiao almost laughed, she nodded again and again: "Don't touch it."

Why are boys so cute?Damn so excited.

Wen Ling didn't know what Tong Xiaoxiao was thinking, he was a little absent-minded.

Even eating pork cutlet rice at noon is not delicious.

For some reason, Wen Ling always felt that whenever Shen Yan got angry, he would feel a little scared in his heart, but he couldn't say the specific reason.

Shen Yan never came back until after school, and Wen Ling also took the bus back home alone.

Today was Wen Ling's duty as a weekly student. After cleaning the classroom and taking out the trash, Wen Ling looked at the already dark sky and hurried out with his schoolbag on his back.

[Uncle villain, do I still use the wall climbing to show my majesty! 】

The villain recalled how Wen Ling almost cried because his legs were too short to go up, and gently covered his eyes and replied wearily [No, you are majestic enough Lingling. 】

After receiving the compliment, Wen Ling jumped up and down happily and took the bus back home.

The community where Wen Ling's family lives is an old semi-enclosed community with mixed and chaotic residents. Recently, the street lights are clearly on and off, and they must be turned off at any time.

Looking at the twinkling path, Wen Ling walked in slowly holding his schoolbag.

For some reason, Wen Ling always felt that there was a scorching gaze closely following him behind his back.

That sense of fear comes from instinct.

The further down the road, the more real that cold gaze became.

The sound of footsteps behind him gradually sounded, Wen Ling's heart rose to his throat, and he began to run quickly in the direction of his home.

The sound of footsteps behind Wen Ling followed Wen Ling not far or near, obviously not by his side, but the endless sense of oppression still made Wen Ling almost cry out of fright.

The street lights were completely extinguished, and Wen Ling even went the wrong way in a panic.

Looking at the solid wall in front of him and the faint figure appearing not far away, Wen Ling finally cried out in fright.

He squatted on the ground covering his protruding kitten ears, but he didn't want to fall into a cold embrace.

The man hugged himself tightly in his arms, his arms bound his waist, his voice was as low and hoarse as a dusty pines.

"Run what?"