Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

At noon, the cafeteria was crowded with people, and there were several long queues.

There was a "bang", the sound of the dishes being overturned, and the soup accidentally spilled on the expensive-looking clothes of the boy opposite.

Both parents said that although she was smart in her studies, she was always reckless in doing things. Wu Shanshan originally thought it was not a big deal, but she just found out today that it turned out to be such a big hidden danger.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Wu Shanshan quickly took out a tissue and kept wiping Jiang Cheng's body. This is someone she can't afford to offend. She could see that he hated her very much before, but she didn't expect that she would rush to bring hatred to herself today.

Why is she always so disheartened.

Why does she always encounter these unlucky things.

Why is she so unlikable.

Wiping and wiping, Wu Shanshan couldn't help crying, tears drop by drop, as if she had suffered a great grievance, crying pear blossoms with rain.

Jiang Cheng flung her hand away, his brows were furrowed, and his delicate eyes were stained with a trace of disgust.

The woman in front of him gave him only one feeling—that is, besides being poor, she was still poor.

The school uniform hadn't been issued yet, yet she even had patches on her trousers. Such a person lives in the same school with him, and breathes a piece of air together. Thinking about it, it feels unbearable as if the whole body is going to be numb and allergic.

When I was born, I usually wanted to go to a school for the children of the aristocrats to hook up with rich people, deliberately made some outrageous actions, and then tried every means to attract the attention of others, thinking that the sparrows would fly on the branches and become phoenixes. He had seen too many women of all kinds.

"You don't have to say I'm sorry, just pay for the price of the clothes."

Jiang Cheng sneered, and threw the ball of paper vertically into the trash can. There were already many people gathered around, pointing at Wu Shanshan.

pay?

Wu Shanshan's eyes widened. For a rich young man like him, the clothes he wears start at four figures. How can she, an ordinary student, afford to pay? To him, it was just a few frivolous numbers, but to her, it was a burden that could overwhelm her!

Isn't he trying to embarrass her?

Thinking about it, Wu Shanshan cried even more sadly.

She thought that as long as she entered this school, everything in her life would be different. Why is this so?

Jiang Cheng has already gone to the boys' dormitory, turned his back to her and sneered: "I hope you can pay me the money as soon as possible, Miss Wu. You know, my temper and patience have never been good. Otherwise, I hope you can withdraw from the platinum College."

No one stipulates that just because the rich are rich and the poor are poor, the rich cannot claim compensation from the poor.

So, people who are not from the same world, it is better not to get along with each other. Not only is it an eyesore to look at the other party, but also a little scratching caused a conflict. Due to the different worldviews, it is impossible to mediate.

It's just that when he passed by Sheng Jiaoyang, he was slightly stunned, his pace also paused, and then he continued to pass by like a normal person.

Wu Shanshan squatted on the ground, next to an overturned dinner plate, just a simple soup and one vegetable. She cried helplessly.

Jiao Yang was standing not far away with the dish in his hand, looking at Jiang Cheng's back, his brows slightly moved.

According to the original plot, the emotional line between Jiang Cheng and Wu Shanshan started here. It's a pity that in the end, the author didn't care about killing or burying her.

"It's so miserable, tsk tsk tsk." Han Xiaoshao appeared next to Jiaoyang, put his hand on her shoulder, and smiled, "Jiang Cheng really doesn't know how to pity and cherish jade. Such a beautiful girl standing in front of him actually asks It's too much for someone to pay compensation. Don't you think so, Xiaojiaohua?"