His Naughty Little Girl is So Sweet

"Zhizhi, the car at home has broken down, can you take a taxi home today?"

When receiving a call from the driver at home, Jiang Lingzhi was walking out of the gate of Nanyang High School carrying his schoolbag. 【Ling (líng)】

It was already evening, and the clouds on the horizon were mottled, reflecting half of the sky in red.

The girl is wearing a regular school uniform, a white short-sleeved shirt, a blue pleated skirt, white stockings, and a pair of small round-toed leather shoes.

Long black hair tied a ponytail, a pair of apricot eyes, the end of the eyes is slightly upwards, and there is a hint of seductiveness in the agility.

Jiang Lingzhi had a well-behaved and pure face, a few strands of broken hair gently swayed in the breeze, and he habitually looked at both sides of the road: "It's okay, Uncle Chen, I'll just go home by myself."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Yujing, who walked out of the school gate with her, turned her head and asked, "Lingling, can't your driver come to pick you up today?"

Jiang Ling nodded, and didn't care much about the fact that there was no driver to pick her up. He put the phone back in his schoolbag: "The car broke down on the road."

Nanyang No. 1 Middle School is a well-known key middle school in Nancheng.

The school is very strict and has a high rate of enrollment.

At the same time there are many rich people.

At this moment, there was a long line at the school gate, all of them luxury cars.

Wen Yujing, one of Jiang Ling's few friends, pointed to the other side of the road and asked enthusiastically: "My car is parked there. Do you need me to take you home?"

Knowing that he didn't want to trouble others, Jiang Ling waved his hand: "No, I'll take the bus. See you tomorrow."

After speaking, she showed a sweet smile at the girl, turned and walked towards the bus stop.

Now is the peak period of traffic, there are many students, and people after work are waiting for the bus here.

This is the first time Jiang Lingzhi has taken a bus, and he is usually picked up by a driver to go to school.

The rare independence made her a little excited.

The good mood lasted more than ten minutes later.

When the third 411 came to a halt in front of it, the people in it were still crowded with thin air.

Jiang Lingzhi glanced at the crowd in front of him and finally accepted his fate, and got on the bus with his schoolbag a little cramped.

There were a lot of people inside, and the driver yelled: "Go back, go back, everyone walk back, don't squeeze to the front."

The coin box shows two yuan.

Jiang Lingzhi took out two coins from her schoolbag and threw them into the coin box. There were too many people. She carried them in her hand without carrying the schoolbag on her back, and was squeezed into the middle with difficulty.

The air in summer is a bit hot.

Although the air conditioner was on on the bus, there was still an unpleasant odor of sweat.

Jiang Ling knew that he had reluctantly grabbed the pull ring above his head, feeling a little suffocated, completely different from the pictures in his mind before.

She sighed, not paying attention to the people around her, naturally she didn't know how attractive she was.

There was the voice of someone talking nearby, the voice was very close to her, behind her, accompanied by a short whistle.

Then there was the voice of someone laughing.

But the bus was so noisy that she could not hear clearly.

The phone ringing suddenly rang.

When Jiang Ling knew she wanted to take out her mobile phone to answer the call, she realized that the mobile phone had been put in her schoolbag.

Just at a stop, the driver pulled the handbrake.

Jiang Ling knew that just as soon as he let go of his hand, he did not grasp the pull ring tightly. His body rushed forward due to inertia and accidentally stumbled on the seat, and fell into the arms of the person behind him: "Ah..."

In a hot and boring environment.

The air stagnated for a moment, and the short whistle just appeared again.

It was mixed with the voice of someone laughing and laughing: "What am I talking about?"

"Really punctual..."

"Brother Nan, are you right?"