Hello, Mr. School Prince

The man grinned in pain, picked up her mobile phone cosmetics scattered all over the floor in twos or twos, stuffed it into the bag indiscriminately, and drove his long legs and chased it out.

Wang Jiaohua is 1.68 meters tall, with fair skin and beautiful long legs. However, no matter how long her legs are, they can't be longer than a man with a length of 1.8 meters.

Before he ran far, his arm was grabbed from behind.

"what."

Wang Jiaohua was completely frightened at this time. The talent had just touched her arm, and reflexively, she grabbed the high-heeled shoes in her hand and greeted him with a heel.

"what--"

Another scream rang out, and the bird was shocked.

In the simple but cozy and tidy rental house, Wang Jiaohua looked at the man sitting on the sofa with a guilty expression, almost bleeding.

He was wearing a neat and expensive suit and a decent hairstyle, but just now she had a violent beating, and his neat hair was all messed up.

A hole was punched in her forehead, and the blood slid down her forehead, looking very embarrassed.

However, it is difficult to conceal a noble temperament.

This man, in his early twenty-eight or ninety-nine years, was restrained and calm. Even if he was beaten for no reason, he did not swear.

"That... sorry."

Looking at the man who was wiping the blood off his face with a wet tissue, Wang Jiaohua apologized very apologetically.

But she was whispering in her heart, in fact, she can't be blamed for this. In the situation just now, he sneaked after her, she would of course think he was a bad person.

Being beaten deserves it.

Although the man didn't lose his temper, Wang Jiaohua could see that he was angry.

After all, whoever gets beaten up for no reason can have a good temper.

"Miss, do you like to use violence when you see strangers?"

His tone was very bad, and Wang Jiaohua was also a bit wronged and wanted to refute, but thought that he had beaten others, and feared that he would sue her, so she endured it.

Looking at him guiltily, "That... I thought you were a bad guy."

The man widened his eyes, "Is the word bad guy written on my face?"

Wang Jiaohua, "...then you follow me sneakily..."

"Where am I sneaky?" He clearly followed upright.

Originally, she wanted to talk to Victory when she first came out, but was preempted by a man, so he could only follow.

Three black lines slid down Wang Jiaohua’s forehead, “It’s midnight, you are following a girl of mine, and you didn’t even bring a flashlight. What is it that is sneaky?”

"Whoever goes out to bring a flashlight."

"Mobile phone."

"My phone is out of battery."

Wang Jiaohua, "..."

It's done, what he says is what he says, in short, it's not a bad person.

If it wasn't for him to return her bag to prove that he was not a bad person, she would definitely beat him to death!

The man stopped talking, but took the medicine box to deal with the wound on his forehead.

Wang Jiaohua didn't care about him, picked up Fang Jiming's coat and carefully wiped off the stains on it.

This is the male god's coat, which is actually soiled, which is really unforgivable.

The man in the suit sitting on the sofa saw her affectionately shy expression and was taken aback, "This dress belongs to your boyfriend?"

When she just ran away, she lost everything in her mobile phone bag, but she hugged the dress tightly.

One can imagine how important this dress is to her.

"No." After Wang Jiaohua responded, she reacted. No, she didn't know him, so why did she answer.

"Who are you?"