After My Ex-Boyfriend’s White Moonlight Proposed to Me

"You really broke his clothes?"

"How come I did it, obviously the wind blows down the clothes."

"Pretend, don't think I didn't see you go to the balcony with scissors yesterday."

"His clothes seem to be expensive, if not to mention it has to be thousands of dollars."

"The rich young master, how can you put a few thousand dollars in your eyes."

When it comes to money, a few people immediately filled with outrage.

"Looking at the way he has eyes on the top of his head all day, isn't it just that there are some bad money in the family."

"Do you have any culture? That's the eye above the top."

"...Art students, you know."

"Seeing that he wears more high-end clothes than ours every day, the number of entries for that international college art competition is probably bought with money."

"Last time, a draft was broken, and the counselor was asked to file a complaint. As a result, we were all called to talk by the counselor.

"Elementary school students will do this kind of small report."

"You said he won't go to the counselor again this time."

"I won't admit it. I was blown down by the wind. Can he still say that I did it?"

"..."

The alley was dimly lit, and the smoking roommate stopped, threw the cigarette that burned to the end of his mouth to the ground, ran it with the toe of his shoe, and complained: "This 10 yuan a pack of cigarettes is too difficult to smoke. "

"Next time buy a pack of 50 yuan."

"Buying painting tools every month ran out of my pocket money, and the family didn't give me much money, so I couldn't afford it."

Someone suggested: "Why don't we sell someone's things next time. His things are expensive at first glance."

The smoking roommate patted him on the shoulder: "Good idea."

Several people were talking and laughing, and a low voice suddenly sounded: "You just said, whose things are you going to steal?"

They were shocked and looked up and saw a man in a black windbreaker who was stuck in the alley.

With his pockets in his hands and the only dim street lamp in the alley on his back, he couldn't see the expression on his face, but there was an uncomfortable breath from all over his body.

Several people looked at each other: "Who?"

"I don't know, admit the wrong person."

"Acknowledge the wrong person?" The man sneered, "You didn't admit it, you broke this dress, right."

The moonlight shone coldly, and he faintly saw a coat in his hand.

"Who are you?"

"I forgot to tell you that this coat belongs to me." He slowly rolled up his sleeves and laughed lowly. "But what do I spend so much with you?"

Before the few people could react, he reached out and grabbed the smoking roommate’s collar and pulled the person into him. Then he grabbed his arm, bowed his waist and bent his knees, and threw the person over his shoulders. on the ground.

Everyone was taken aback by this sudden scene.

The smoking roommate was thrown to the ground. As soon as he got up, he was kicked on the knee by the man and knelt directly on the ground.

The others took two steps back subconsciously.

This look is practiced.

No matter how muddy their art is in their lives, they will only be a little ostentatious, and they are simply incomparable with this kind of boss who is full of hostility.

The boss grabbed the smoking roommate's hair and asked coldly, "You burned the smoke hole above?"

"I, I, I..." The smoking roommate sat on his knees on the ground and was forced to lift him up. When he looked at the boss's face, he was frightened by the harsh air-conditioning, and he was unable to speak. "I was wrong. I don’t know it’s you, your clothes, let me go."

"Leave you?" As if he heard some joke, he raised his eyebrows and looked over sharply.

"I am a person who hates things that someone touches me the most in my life." He said in a gloomy tone, "Also, people who bully me."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head to look at the two people beside him who were still hesitant to get up. He raised his chin and asked, "Have you bullied Xie Ning?"

The two looked at each other: "What shall we do? Come on?"

"Nonsense, I can't beat it, run."

The two of them turned around and ran without saying a word. As expected, just after two steps, a man came out again at the end of the alley, carrying a long thin object in his hand, whether it was a stick or a steel pipe.

The thing drew "Zila" on the ground, very ear-piercing.

To the two of them, his voice seemed to come from hell: "I heard that you are Xie Ning's roommates?"

"You, who are you?"

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Yan Xi." He shook his hand. "When you seek revenge, don't find the wrong person."

"..."

Yan Xi will appear here, and it will go back two days when Zhuang Yan found his bedroom.

"I heard Qi Rui say, are you Xie Ning's friend?"

To be honest, Yan Xi's first impression of him was not very good. He was leaning on the door with his hands in his pockets, his facial features were tough, and he looked very oppressive.

——Although he is handsome, but at first glance, he is not the same as Xie Ning.

But Zhuang Yan's next words made him overthrow this idea.

"Do you know that Xie Ning was isolated by his roommate."

After the two exchanged information, Zhuang Yan learned about the torn draft, and Yan Xi also learned about the coat.

"Xie Ning is not the kind of person who can cause trouble." Zhuang Yan curled his lips and sneered, "but I don't want to forget it."

Yan Xi asked, "What are you going to do?"

Zhuang Yan turned his head: "How about finding a small alley where the night is dark and windy and no one cares about it. How about beating people up?"

Yan Xi: "..."

But thinking about it, there was a slight movement.

At the end of the memory, those people were already kneeling on the ground with black noses and swollen faces, crying and crying: "I was wrong, I was really wrong, please forgive me."

Another was lying on the ground, looking like he couldn't get up.

"It's so awful to cry." Yan Xi looked at the big guy who didn't send a single glance, and raised his eyebrows, "Okay, Zhuang Yan, I thought it would take a long time for you to 1v3, but I didn't expect to scare them away."

Zhuang Yan let out a "tsk", with an unfinished expression: "a bunch of trash."

Yan Xi stroked his sleeves and asked them: "If you want us to spare you, just tell me honestly, who broke Xie Ning's draft?"

At the same time, the two quickly pointed at the man lying on the ground-it was the roommate who smoked: "He also did it. He did it. It's none of our business!"

Zhuang Yan stepped on the man's back, grabbed the man's hair, and smashed his head to the ground.

Under the street light, his dark back flickered, his movements fierce and full of blood.

Every time he hit, the two kneeling people trembled once, and finally the whole person trembled like a shuttle.

When Zhuang Yan stopped, the person on the ground seemed to have lost consciousness.

——They even saw blood stains on the back of Zhuang Yan's hands.

Wouldn't it be killed?

Isn't it?

Zhuang Yan lowered his eyes and looked at the remaining two people gloomily: "Do you dare to bully Xie Ning again in the future?"

"Don't dare! Really don't dare! Let us go!"

Zhuang Yan: "That's not going to go away."

The two men walked away immediately, without even looking at their roommate lying on the floor.

Yan Xi frowned, looked at the man lying there, and asked, "How is he, will something happen to him?"

"Not dead." Zhuang Yan said casually, "I was well-measured when I was fighting, at most I was in a coma."

Yan Xi calmed down: "Then what would he do? Leave it here."

Zhuang Yan got under his body, grabbed the man by the collar, picked him up, and threw him into the rancid trash can beside him.

"Trash should stay where it should be."

On the way back, Yan Xi praised: "Awesome. I didn't expect you to look like a big guy, but everyone is so amazing."

"Normally, it's a lot of restraint now." Zhuang Yan said shamelessly, "When I was in high school, I was criticized by the whole school because I skipped class and went out to fight and singled out a group. As a result, the group of idiots couldn't beat me. The teacher complained."

Yan Xi was speechless.

"...You still look proud?"

Zhuang Yan also said: "Don't talk to Xie Ning in advance tonight."

Yan Xi: "I think so too."

After a pause, Yan Xi asked again, "What if these people also sue the school?"

Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows: "I'm afraid they won't complain."

Yan Xi: "What?"

Zhuang Yan: "Do you know why I fought so many times in high school, but I was not dropped out?"

Yan Xi guessed: "Because you have good grades?"

Zhuang Yan curled his lips: "Because I have a backstage."

...

At noon the next day, Zhuang Yan, who had a backstage, was called to the office by the counselor.

The first sentence of the counselor was: "Zhuang Yan, are you fighting again?"

One after another, it means a lot.

Compared to high school, Zhuang Yan did converge a lot during his college years, but he couldn't restrain himself from moving once before.

The person who beat him was called Xu Qing, a fool who chased him from the dormitory to the outside of the school under the name of "chasing him."

After he beat someone up, Xu Qing himself did not complain, but he went home with injuries. His parents were taken aback when he saw them. After asking a few questions, he hurriedly found the school to ask for an explanation.

The counselor remembered that Zhuang Yan's mother was there, and the lady surnamed Qiao looked dignified and elegant, but she was very unsparing in her words.

"I recognize this person. Last time I sneaked up with Zhuang Yan to our door. The sneaky manner made me almost call the police."

"He gave me a love letter handed son, my son always hands and feet, the teacher, which it regarded as sexual harassment, beat him up was light."

Ms. Qiao said as she stroked her hair: "I don't discriminate against homosexuality, but your relationship will be yours. Your son will be entangled shamelessly. You are the parents who didn't teach it, right?"

She talked with guns and sticks, and Xu Qing's parents blushed and couldn't say anything.

At the end, she even got a business card and said, “Yes, Xu’s family, I’ve heard that this is my husband’s business card. I’m busy at work and don’t have time to deal with too many messy things. If you treat my son If you are dissatisfied with the beating, please contact my husband's lawyer directly."

When Xu Qing's parents looked at the name on the card, their expressions suddenly changed, and they pulled Xu Qing away in a hurry: "I'm sorry, we won't investigate this matter."

The counselor was left with a dazed expression.

So this time the counselor didn't rush to call Zhuang Yan's parents, but just called him over.

"He came to file a complaint?" Zhuang Yan sneered and mocked, "The primary school students only give a small report."

The counselor frowned: "You have a more correct attitude!"

Zhuang Yan pretended to stand up straight, "What? Did they break their hands or feet, or were they beaten?"

The counselor was choked for a while.

Those people also went to the hospital for an examination later, but the injuries were not serious, but skin injuries. The doctor said that the beater should be an expert. The beater was painful but there was no serious injury.

——It looks too scary even if it's bloodied.

The counselor glanced at him irritably: "Don't distract the subject. Fighting is wrong. Regardless of the severity, it is strictly prohibited by the school."

Zhuang Yan smiled: "Then why don't you ask me, why are you hitting them?"

Counselor: "...Why are you hitting them?"

"They broke one of my clothes..."

The counselor interrupted him: "It's just a piece of clothing."

Zhuang Yan said leisurely: "The original price of that dress was more than 90,000 yuan."

The counselor did not catch his breath and looked at him in shock: "More, how much?"

"It's more than 9w, maybe more." Zhuang Yan said, "I should be able to find a receipt when I go home. If this amount is reported in the name of damaging personal property, it should be possible to file a case?"

Counselor: "How expensive are your clothes?"

"My family is rich." Zhuang Yan said shamelessly, "the school doesn't stipulate that students can't wear 9w clothes?"

Of course there is no such rule.

The counselor stared at his face for a while, and couldn't help rubbing his temples.

"If you don't believe me, I can call the police now." As he said, he took out his cell phone.

The counselor quickly stopped him: "You wait."

He must not be allowed to report to the police.

The counselor said: "Student Zhuang, we usually solve this problem privately within the school. This is also the job of our counselor."

Zhuang Yan looked at him with a faint smile, and asked: "Then do you solve the problem of my beating first, or solve the problem of their damage to my clothes first?"

The instructors were suddenly one big and two big.

How can this student be more difficult than his mother.

"It's okay, you think slowly, I'm not in a hurry." Zhuang Yan said.

Counselor: "You said they broke your clothes. Is there any evidence?"

Zhuang Yan said slowly: "It doesn't matter if there is no evidence. Anyway, the broken clothes are still with me. I will report to the police and ask them to check the fingerprints on them. There will be no evidence."

The counselor sternly said: "Student Zhuang, you can't call the police to solve everything."

Zhuang Yan: "So I haven't called the police yet, waiting for the school to solve it first."

The counselor couldn't help thinking, I want to solve you first.

"I still have class in the afternoon." Zhuang Yan saw that he had nothing to say, and looked at his watch. "If there is nothing else, can you let me go to class first."

"Go, go." The counselor waved his hand, wishing that he disappeared before his eyes immediately.

In the end, Zhuang Yan's fight didn't stop.

Yan Xi was also called by the counselor to talk, but he didn't do anything that day. He killed himself and just passed by: "I just passed by at night. Who knows someone is fighting, did they say I did it? Then they must be. Lying. What was the situation at the time? It was too dark for me to see clearly."

The counselor felt that these students were really more difficult than the other.

In the end, under the mediation of the school, Zhuang Yan didn't call the police. He only persuaded Xie Ning's smoking roommate to leave, and the remaining two were given a sanction of detention for probation and recorded in the file.

On the day his smoking roommate dropped out, Xie Ning went to Zhuang Yan, because he didn't live in the dormitory and Xie Ning didn't know where he lived, so he had to look for him during his class.

When Zhuang Yan left class and walked out of the classroom, he saw Xie Ning waiting in the corridor at a glance.

He sat on the steps over there, with his head half lowered, his white coat outlined the pure and soft temperament of a young man, and the half of his face that was exposed was expressionless.

It seems that everything is indifferent.

But it's not good looking.

Many classmates around after class couldn't help but look at him more.

Zhuang Yan also faintly heard several girls quietly discussing how to contact him.

He hooked his lips and walked to Xie Ning: "Come for me?"

Xie Ning nodded when he saw him.

Zhuang Yan said: "Don't wait here next time, just call me, I'll come to you, or we can make an appointment to meet."

Xie Ning responded.

Zhuang Yan asked again: "What can I do for you?"

Shainin said seriously: "The coat matter...thank you."

"Thank you." Zhuang Yanchang rubbed his hair with his hands. "Don't say thank you every day if you have a thank you in your name. I'm also venting myself, you know?"

From beginning to end, Xie Ning was not involved in this matter. Even the counselor talked to him, but only asked about the coat.

But Xie Ning knew that both Zhuang Yan and Yan Xi were helping him.

"I just kept you from being embarrassed." Zhuang Yan smiled, "I didn't expect to let you know."

Xie Ning said: "They apologized to me."

Zhuang Yan: "What?"

"My roommates." Xie Ning gave a smile, "Yan Xi told me too."

Zhuang Yan didn't speak for a few seconds.

Xie Ning: "?"

"I found that you look better when you smile." Zhuang Yan stared at his face and said.

Xie Ning: "..."

Zhuang Yan has discovered something about the New World: "Moreover, there is a small dimple here, which is kind of cute."

Xie Ning somehow felt a little embarrassed to be said.

"Alright, okay." He stammered.

Zhuang Yan: "This seems to be the first time I see you smile."

Xie Ning: "..."

Zhuang Yan said in a pity, "How beautiful you are when you smile, why don't you smile more."

Xie Ning didn't know how to return him.

Why is this person jumping so fast on the topic, and he doesn't play cards according to common sense at all.

Probably perceiving something from his silence, Zhuang Yanyan took out something from his pocket and stuffed it into his hand.

"This is for you." Zhuang Yan said, "Don't be sullen and expressionless all day, smile more."

Xie Ning looked down.

Is it a...white rabbit toffee? KK