The next day, she got up early and changed into a long sweater, with tight trousers, black boots and blue coat, which made her young and energetic.

She came downstairs with her bag on her back and saw Mo Yanchen sitting in the hall.

"Good morning."

"Have breakfast." His tone was overbearing, and she was not allowed to resist.

After breakfast, Mo Yanchen said she was on her way to school. Along the way, both of them were silent. She continued to play with her mobile phone.

"Today is school day." She whispered, looking sideways at his handsome face.

"Well."

Two people no longer talk, the car slowly came to the school gate, she opened the door to get off: "uncle, goodbye."

He didn't answer. Instead, he took a phone call and drove away.

Shen Chengjing stood in the same place, watching the car leave, and then turned to prepare to enter the school. She saw a few students with bracelets on their chest, looking like watching a good play. When she saw the group chat last night, she probably knew what these people wanted to say.

"Oh, Shen Chengjing, are you on the list? Or is that car rented to support the stadium? " Zhou Qing is not afraid of death. She is sarcastic.

"It's hard to be dumped, isn't it? I've been sleeping with other people for a year. I'm afraid I've been sleeping too. I'm tired of playing with them. I don't feel fresh anymore. It's really pathetic. " LAN Chu also mends the sword.

Two female students, always at odds with her, now see her down, more want to brush the sense of existence.

"A smell of vinegar. People who don't know think you are mo Yongqiang's underground lover. If you can't eat grapes, you can say that they are sour." She curled her lips and walked past them.

They would not let her go and step forward to block her way.

At this time, a black Mercedes Benz is driving. Shen Ziqian is wearing a new dress with delicate make-up. She looks like a red carpet. Her eyes sweep the crowd and fall on Shen Chengjing.

"Here comes my sister." At this time, many alumni came forward to try to have a good relationship with Shen Ziqian.

Shen Ziqian is two years older than her. Today is the school day. Many people who graduated from here will come back to celebrate and enjoy the feeling of being worshipped, and Shen Ziqian is no exception.

"Xuejie, you are so beautiful. Can you take a group photo?" Some little fans looked at her enviously.

At this time, Mo Yongqiang got out of the car and reached for her little hand. Like a loving couple, they slowly came over and stopped in front of her.

"Wow, there's a play." At this time, the onlookers were making a lot of noise and took out their mobile phones.

The biggest thing about art schools is gossip.

"Orange Jing, how can you dress like this? Let those who don't know look at it and think that our Shen family is in decline and have no money to buy clothes for you. " Shen Ziqian stretched out her hand and pointed to Shen Chengjing's clothes. She despised them: "you always like to wear the clothes I wear. Unfortunately, when I do charity work, I donate all those clothes, otherwise I will bring you one."

Her words are full of satire, ridicule Shen Chengjing, even those orphans in remote mountainous areas can not compare, want to wear her clothes, no way.

"Let's go in." Mo Yongqiang looks at her with mixed feelings.

Twice she tried to climb into her bed, but she escaped. The last time, in order to protect herself, she would rather stab herself than follow him. As a man, this is the biggest shame of his life.

"So it is." Shen Ziqian said softly, holding his arm over Shen Chengjing, suddenly like thinking of something: "by the way, we are ready to get married, then I hope the bridesmaid can be you."