Gu Wang held his breath, but his trembling eyelashes betrayed him.
He Qinghuan's hand was gently placed on Gu Wang's eyelids, and there was a small black dot in the eyelashes, his fingertips were easily removed, but he did not immediately let go of Gu Wang.
Gu Wang blinked, feeling that there was nothing stuck in his eyes, and wanted to run away immediately.
Gu Wang's face was very small, He Qinghuan held one of his faces with one hand, his eyes were dim, and the noses of the two were about to collide.
"Are you afraid of me?" He Qinghuan said slowly, in a declarative tone.
Too many people are afraid of He Qinghuan, and He Qinghuan sees too many eyes that resemble fear and awe. Even if Gu Wang hides it well, no matter how short the fear stays in his eyes, He Qinghuan can quickly catch it.
Not to mention Gu Wang's emotions.
There were still water drops on Gu Wang's face, his eyelashes were also wet, and the whole face was clean and spotless. He tried to keep his face away, but He Qinghuan stopped him.
Endless?Gu Wang frowned.
He Qinghuan lowered his eyes slightly, his voice soft and imperceptible danger, "Look, you can't be afraid of me."
He let go of Gu Wang and went out first.
Staying behind.
Gu Wang looked at himself in the mirror. The end of his eyes had just been suppressed by He Qinghuan with a warning sign. Now it was red. Gu Wang rubbed his face, skimming the signs that were already showing, and didn't bother to think about it.
He Qinghuan got it right, he was afraid of him.
Just because Gu Wang does not belong to this book, he knows all the plots in advance, and he is also the person who knows how terrifying He Qinghuan is.
He Qinghuan’s mother died of dystocia when he gave birth, and she was an only daughter. All of his mother’s natal family was inherited by He Qinghuan. Relatives there were relatively clean, and He’s family was unsightly. He Zhiyan messed around before marriage. He was an illegitimate child and an illegitimate daughter. Since He Qinghuan’s mother died, although he refused to remarry, the women around him changed almost every day, and seeds were scattered everywhere.
The species that were born were all strange and strange, and they had all kinds of personalities. He Zhiyan allowed them to enter the door, but they did not register. He Zhiyan gave them good food, but he couldn't think of things that didn't belong to them.
For example, the identity of the head of the He family.
But there are still people with no brains. A few boys discussed that as long as He Qinghuan dies, then there will be no heirs, and the He family will be theirs.
They pushed He Qinghuan down the stairs. He Qinghuan lived in the hospital for three months.
On the day when he returned from the hospital, He Qinghuan walked slowly to the boy his age who was sitting in the living room surrounded by people, and dragged him directly to the lake in the yard before he had reacted and had no defense.
The lake is shimmering, and a layer of silver light is rippling under the winter sun.
He Qinghuan pressed the boy's head into the lake, and when his boy was about to suffocate, he was able to show up and have a chance to breathe. In the next second, he pressed it again.
The lake was shocked by waves.
He Qinghuan's expression was cold, and he didn't see too obvious hostility, but it was so indifferent, which made the people standing behind him even more frightened.
That was the person who grew up with him.
But their neighbor, He Qinghuan's hair, Xiaoyuefeng, lay on the fence and lazily said, "It's okay to just kill him, Ahuan is still softhearted."
He Qinghuan raised his eyelids and glanced at him, lifted the person under his hand from the water, threw it to the ground, and chuckled, "No hurry, the day will be long."
Yue Feng was taken aback, and then he gave a "tsk".
At that time, they were both only fifteen years old.
In the book, the author has written abbreviated details about He Qinghuan's methods to these people, and Gu Wang is also impressed. He Qinghuan's Juxian will report a treacherous and dangerous situation, which is better than the hero.
He drew a paper towel and dried his face, simply not thinking about the reason why He Qinghuan changed his attitude, as long as it is not annoying, it is...not a bad thing.
He went out from the bathroom, Wen Ting immediately looked at him, "Look, come on, I'll leave you!"
Gu Wang sat down in front of the background cloth. Uncle quickly took a few pictures, and Zeng Xiao immediately chased him over. "Uncle, can you print two more pictures of him?"
Gu Wang, "..."
The uncle laughed twice, "What do you print two more copies for? This is not for dinner."
Zeng Xiao spoke quickly, "Yes! I can eat it!"
There are four photos for each person, and the uncle is not willing to print more and can understand if he paid for the class fee.
Anyway, I don't know if she got her wish, she always jumped back all the way back to the classroom.
Because of the immediate holiday, the issue of the pass was implemented very quickly. The photo was taken in the morning and the monitor of each class went to pick up the photo in the afternoon.
Li Shuya sent Wen Ting, the party secretary in Qunli Aite, and asked her to go to the logistics office to get photos and passes, and let everyone post the photos, and then the voucher to enter and leave the school.
As soon as Wen Ting typed and received two words, she saw He Qinghuan's head popping out. The person who almost never bubbed in the group responded well.
Wen Ting: ... Isn't this Ai Te's me?
He Qinghuan left. Gu Wang lay on the table and played with a pen. As soon as he left, Gu Wang rolled his eyes.
Song Zhiyan jumped out from behind and sat in front of Gu Wang. Now it is the afternoon break. Gu Wang likes to play basketball at the front table, and he usually kills in the playground at this time.
Song Zhiyan was mysterious, and asked in a low voice, "Do you know why we need a pass?"
Gu Wang straightened up, stuck his chin, and asked in a dumb voice, "Isn't it for safety?"
They are mostly day students in high school, and there is a dormitory building that only students who are far away from home or who come to study from other places live.
"Almost," Song Zhiyan nodded, "but do you want to know why it is for our safety?"
Gu Wang looked at Song Zhiyan, and Song Zhiyan looked at Gu Wang, and was silent for a moment.
After Song Zhiyan asked, he felt that this question was really stupid. Why did the school want to protect their safety? Song Zhiyan cleared his throat and said in a low voice, "Skip the previous question. Shen Zhao listened to their monitor, as if it was because of the nearby third middle school. The group of buddies who pretended to be from our school, came in to pick up girls, and were caught by Lao Ma. "Lao Ma is their dean of academic affairs.
Gu Wang, "...why go to other people's schools... to find girls?" Gu Wang felt that the word bubble was not good, so he changed his view halfway.
Song Zhiyan snorted, "There are not many girls in the Third Middle School. There are too many boys. They are not good at cultural classes, but sports and art are top class in our city. Their school has a lot of rich people and they are young masters. We can't compare. They come in. One by one."
Gu Wang looked at him, "You are also quite rich."
Song Zhiyan couldn't help but laughed twice, "It's okay."
After he finished speaking, he probably thought of something, and his expression suddenly became sad, "What's the use of having money? She doesn't like money."
Meng Ou said by Song Zhiyan.
Gu Wang pondered for a while, and softly comforted, "You study hard, she will always understand your intentions."
Song Zhiyan, "I hope."
There were many monitors in the logistics department, and He Qinghuan would never show up on such occasions. When he came in, everyone looked at him.
So many people like him for no reason. He is good-looking, rich, never bullying, and polite. There is no more perfect person in the world than He Qinghuan.
Several teachers gave them passports and photos. When He Qinghuan came to their class, she was a female teacher, and she smiled brighter than other classes.
"This is from your class. You count and see if there is any difference?"
"Teacher, our class still lacks two passes." A boy behind silently raised his hand.
The female teacher said concisely, "Take it yourself."
Boy, "...oh." I'm sad but I won't say it.
He Qinghuan counted the number of passes, no problem. When flipping through the photos, he paused for a while and looked up at the teacher, "The photo is missing from a classmate."
Xia Qing was taken aback, and then asked, "Which classmate do you think it is? It just so happens that they are still printing."
He Qinghuan lowered his head, flipped through the photos in his hand, thoughtfully, "It should be...Classmate Gu Wang."
Xia Qing nodded and ran to the place behind where the photo was being printed. "The photo of Gu Wang from Class 2 of the third year is missing."
"I remember it was printed."
"It's not printed, they watched the monitor, and he was alone."
"No, I have an impression of that boy, he always looks good."
"If you say you don't have it, you don't have it. Teacher Zhang, why are you so grumble?"
"..."
He Qinghuan turned a deaf ear to the noise over there, spreading his palms, Gu Wang's photos were wrapped in simple transparent paper, and the blue background cloth behind him made Guwang whiter.
The boy smiled slightly, his eyes could still see a faint red color. When he laughed, his light amber eyes were bright, and the eyelashes thick as crow feathers outlined delicate eye shapes.
It's so clean that you can't bear to profanity.
it's beautiful.
Xia Qing quickly came over with Gu Wang's photo. He Qinghuan put the photo in his hand in his pocket, took the overprinted photo, and said thank you with a smile.
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