Bizarre Love

Chapter 22 Come Up (2)

Meng Ting packed her schoolbag and said to Zhao Nuancheng, "You should go home first."

"Listen to you?"

"I have something to do."

Zhao Nuancheng didn't care much: "Okay, see you tomorrow and listen."

"See you tomorrow."

Meng Ting originally thought that the two schools had the same dismissal time. When she really went to ask for a skirt, Shu Lan would definitely not have time to change it. Shu Lan would not return it to her at home, but she was afraid of causing trouble at school, so naturally she would not insist on wearing that skirt.

However, when she arrived at Shulan's classroom, the girl in the front row holding a small mirror in Shulan gave her a curious look: "Shulan, she left a long time ago. It's He Junming's birthday in class 12 today, and she didn't attend Lao Zhang's class." class, go straight to it.”

Meng Ting frowned, she didn't expect this group of people to skip class: "Thank you, do you know where He Junming's birthday party is?"

The girl thought Meng Ting's voice was gentle and pleasant, so she told her, "An Haiting's side."

Meng Ting was a little embarrassed.

However, thinking of Shulan's character and the possible damage to her skirt, she finally got on the bus to Anhaiting.

She knew An Haiting.

This is the most expensive location in the city, next to the sea, there are restaurants, Internet cafes, and KTVs.

Those are all properties of the Jiang Family Junyang Group.

The time after school happens to be the rush hour for get off work as well.

Meng Ting got off the bus, and the sky was getting dark.

It gets dark early in winter, and it is already black at this moment.

Meng Ting walked into the gate of An Hai Ting. There was a man and a woman at the front desk, with a very good attitude: "Excuse me?"

At that time Meng Ting was still wearing the school uniform of the No. 7 Middle School, ordinary sneakers, his hair tied into a ponytail, and a pair of black lenses on the bridge of his nose, which was really nondescript.

Meng Ting was a little embarrassed: "Can I come and find my sister?"

The female receptionist smiled: "Student, I can't let you go without an invitation."

Meng Ting was stunned for a moment, an unknown voice came from upstairs, it could be called howling ghosts and wolves. She knew that this party was very lively, and if Shulan didn't cause trouble in this situation, she wouldn't be Shulan.

Meng Ting didn't go to deal with her aftermath, her skirt cannot be ruined.

"Me too..." It was rare for her to lie, her cheeks were flushed, "He, He Junming's friend. I'm late."

The female receptionist smiled: "Little sister, it's wrong to lie."

Her eyes glanced at Meng Ting's glasses, and the male receptionist also looked a little disdainful.

It was obvious that Meng Ting was lying.

Meng Ting knew why.

Jiang Ren and his group are surrounded by either rich or noble. He Junming likes people with good looks, and would not have such a "poor" friend as her.

Meng Ting hesitated for a long time, then raised his hand to take off his glasses.

The two front desks on the opposite side were quiet for a moment.

The girl's cheeks were slightly red: "I'm really...their friend." The living room lights were too bright, she blinked uncomfortably, and there was water in her eyes.

But also incredibly beautiful. That kind of pure beauty is simply prettier than everyone who went up there before.

The male receptionist blushed, and coughed lightly for a while: "Let me ask for you, classmate."

Meng Ting put on his glasses, a little nervous.

When the phone was connected, the male receptionist asked her, "What's your name?"

Meng Ting had no way out: "Meng Ting."

He Junming was so dizzy from drinking that he answered the phone after singing the song. He doesn't drink well, and when he heard Meng Ting over there, his first reaction was to suspect that he had heard it wrong.

"Fuck? Meng Ting!"

Jiang Ren, who was playing cards by the sofa, raised his eyes.

"Brother Ninja, do you want Lianzi?"

Jiang Ren pushed the exhausted high chips and cards to He Junming's front: "Buy your mobile phone." Fifty-six thousand chips were not a small number in that year.

When he got up, He Junming's phone was already in his hands.

The receptionist said, "Yes, this classmate said her name is Meng Ting."

The boy's pleasant low laughter came from the other end of the phone.

The front desk didn't know that someone had changed: "Let her come up?"

"Tell her to take the stairs, you said the elevator is broken."

He waited at the corner of the third floor, and couldn't help but bend his lips.