His Naughty Little Girl is So Sweet

Knowing that he did not reply, Jiang Ling locked the screen of his phone and placed it on the bedside table next to it.

After a while, she still felt it was not polite not to reply, so she picked up the phone again and sent a note: [See you tomorrow, classmate Li]

Then put the phone down, turned over and fell asleep directly.

morning.

When Jiang Lingzhi walked in from the school gate carrying his schoolbag, he could still hear the voice of the people next to him.

She listened for a while.

It was discovered that after a night of fermentation, Li Shu's name as Nanhei Boss seemed to be confirmed.

His rumors are even more incredible.

Regarding his identity, it has been passed down as the heir of a certain Dao Shang boss.

Jiang Ling knew that he really took it.

These people have such a big brain, why don't they write novels?

When Jiang Lingzhi came to the classroom, the classmates sat in their seats to read early.

Before the teacher came, the voices of reading and talking were mixed.

Jiang Lingzhi walked to his seat and found a man standing next to him. The boy was crying and he looked like he was dead soon.

The expression on his face was a bit sad.

Her deskmate is already in his seat and is talking to the boy in front.

Jiang Lingzhi sat down in his seat.

The same table immediately greeted him enthusiastically: "Student Jiang, good morning!"

"Good morning." Jiang Lingzhi replied politely, and then asked curiously: "What's wrong with that classmate?"

The goddess took the initiative to speak, and the boy at the same table was a little flattered, lowered his voice, and whispered: "Ah, he...he is miserable!"

"He is sitting in the back row of us, at the same table as the boss!!"

The boy enthusiastically told her: "He didn't come on sick leave yesterday, but someone in his class had already told him the bad news. He was so scared that he didn't dare to come to school. Didn't you see his face turned pale? !"

Jiang Ling knew: "..."

Is the socialite boss so scary?

This classmate's face is pale, and people who don't know really think he is still ill.

It turned out to be purely scared.

Jiang Ling was puzzled: "What's the use of just standing here? Why not go in and sit?"

The same table explained with all his heart: "How dare he, that's the big guy, isn't it afraid that the big guy will slap him to death on the wall? That's a big guy who eats both ways!!"

Jiang Ling knew: "..."

I am afraid that the second disease cannot be cured.

Jiang Ling was speechless: "Then he has been standing here?"

"That's right, he can ask if anyone wants to change his seat. What's the use of just standing here, but I think it is unlikely that someone would change his seat..."

The tablemate beeped in a low voice: "Who is so courageous and dare to be at the same table with the boss, don't you want to die?!"

It was already morning class, and the man was still standing beside him, very conspicuous.

He Di was the class leader first, and the classroom discipline was naturally under his control.

He walked over from his seat and asked: "Wang Kang, I have already started to read class, why don't you go back to your seat?"

Student Wang Kang's face was pale, and he looked weak: "Squad leader, I want to change seats."

He Di first knew the reason why he wanted to change seats. He hesitated: "Now? I'm afraid that the teacher must agree."

Wang Kang covered his chest: "I think, in this seat, my heart disease may recur."

He Di's mouth twitched first: "...so serious?"

Student Wang Kang nodded angrily.