Aren't you afraid of retribution?

Style: Girl Author: Fish roe lucky bagWords: 2183Update Time: 24/02/20 14:44:06
It is always cloudy after a long period of sunshine. No wonder the moon disappeared last night. It turned out to be a heavy downpour.

Fortunately, I went out early to avoid the fate of being drowned.

In the classroom, Chen Chen shook off the rainwater on his umbrella, and Chen Jia shook off the muddy water on her white shoes. She couldn't help complaining that the rain was unexpected.

"Water the flowers!" Chen Chen originally wanted to say that it was probably because of his deep love that moved God, but it seemed a bit like Xu Zhimo, which burned his mouth!

"The raindrops wet the corners of my clothes, and the stars fall into the world!"

Chen Jia was dissatisfied with Chen Chen's words, and asked in hindsight: "You said I am a flower? I think I am a flower, pretentious, difficult to feed, and will die if you are unhappy."

"Rose will not wither in the hands of a gardener!" Chen Chen folded his umbrella.

"Those two flowers are well watered!" Chen Jia pulled Chen Chen's clothes excitedly, but her eyes were focused on Yuan Xia and Duo Jin who had just walked in.

The hurried and embarrassed look is quite eye-catching.

"Sure enough, how can grandma be so serious with her grandson, right?"

This was the first thing Chen Jia said to Yuan Xia. His interesting expression contained many ulterior motives.

Yuan Xia blinked in embarrassment and laughed dryly: "Oh! Everyone makes mistakes, so the other end of the pencil wears an eraser. Knowing your mistakes can greatly improve things."

"Oh!" Chen Jia's long breath came out.

"Have you ever heard of the romance of Cadillac chasing the high-speed rail?"

Yuan Xia asked mysteriously as she rolled her big thief eyes.

"The car crashed and everyone died, and the love was buried?"

"Yesterday he chased the bus on his bicycle."

Yuan Xia ignored Chen Jia's lack of elegance at all. A person is foolishly happy, secretly happy, and unable to extricate himself.

"Then what!" Chen Jia raised her head and asked calmly.

"I caught you! You even gave me a red bean!"

Yuan Xia's face was full of excitement and excitement, and like someone who received a golden bump, he couldn't help but want to tell the world. He proudly revealed an unknown red bean glass bead on the red thread on his wrist.

"oh!"

Chen Jia didn't want to say anything.

There are so many traffic lights on this road, buses stop and go, and bicycles go on small roads. It is not normal to catch up. What can you say?

I also gave you a red bean, but I only gave you one. It’s hard to even start making soup, so what’s there to show off?

"That's the red bean in Wang Wei's poem. Red beans grow in the south. When spring comes, they will sprout a few branches!"

Not getting a response that was as surprising as his own, Yuan Xia raised his voice a notch and emphasized the introduction.

"Um!"

Chen Jia responded unhurriedly, without even raising her head, and continued reading her book.

"This is heartfelt and sincere. It is not a simple ordinary gift. It is light on etiquette but heavy on affection."

Yuan Xia insisted and explained patiently.

This time, Chen Jia finally raised her head and looked at her seriously, holding her chin, and asked in a low voice: "I have a question for you, what is the appropriate gift for a boy on his birthday?"

The sound of reading aloud reaches my ears.

Chen Jia then remembered that she had not prepared a gift for Chen Chen. Seeing that this day was coming, this was their first birthday together, and she had to think about it carefully.

"It depends on the person. It depends on the relationship." Yuan Xia was still playing with the red beans in Wang Wei's poem in her mouth.

"We have a good relationship!"

"Who is it? You actually have a good relationship with a boy!"

Yuan Xia finally turned his attention from Hong Bean to Bagua, with a surprised tone, as if he had discovered the miraculous antidote to paraquat.

Chen Jia somewhat regretted that she had sought medical treatment indiscriminately due to a sudden illness, but Buddhas compete for a stick of incense, and people compete for a breath. Since she was so devoid of martial ethics, there was no need for me to be merciful.

Every word is very arrogant. She said with an expression as if she was showing off red beans: "My~boyfriend!"

"Tch, Chen Chen? Just send yourself out in vain!"

Chen Jia felt extremely regretful. Why would she want to get some useful help from her?

I really don't choose food when I'm hungry, I don't choose clothes when I'm cold, and I don't choose my way out when I'm in panic. How can a person who can be happy for a long time pray to her for any advice?

"The following is an announcement. Zhu Xiaoyue, Class 1, Grade 3, colluded with the public to beat up and attempted to kidnap classmates. The nature was vile and the impact was extremely bad. The school has decided to expel Zhu Xiaoyue and transfer it to the police station for strict investigation. I hope the students will learn from it... "

It was my father's voice, solemn and loud.

The classroom, and even the whole school, seemed to have dropped a bomb and exploded.

Zhu Xiaoyue is amazing! Actually kidnapped!

Who was tied up?

What kind of enemy is this?

Why exactly?

...Everyone was talking a lot.

Yuan Xia also asked very curiously: "Who did she kidnap? She was so brave. How dare she do this under the clear sky and in broad daylight. It seems that we were lucky enough to survive the last time at the canteen."

Chen Jia was like a thunderbolt, staring at the speakers on the wall with a dull expression.

Jiujiu remained motionless like a puppet. My mind went blank. Isn't this already the end of the story? Who called the police?

"Evil people will have their own troubles, right?" Yuan Xia couldn't help but gloat.

As soon as she came back to her senses, she saw Jinzhu and the others staring at her angrily, eager to skin them alive.

In the past, it may have been just a disdain for each other, but now it is a naked hatred that goes deep into the bones.

"Crack!" Jin Zhu angrily rushed over and patted Chen Jia's table, saying angrily: You are sitting here properly, but her face was disfigured. The evil person complained first, called the police and she was expelled from the school. Aren't you afraid of retribution? ? "

The classroom suddenly became quiet. It was very strangely quiet and very fast, and everyone looked at each other in confusion.

It turned out that the person who was kidnapped was Chen Jia. After everyone realized it, they finally realized.

"Ah! How dare she kidnap you!"

Yuan Xia covered her mouth and regretted that she had just spoken so shamelessly and added insult to injury. She cautiously stayed away from the angry Jin Zhu, fearing that she would accidentally get into trouble in the fish pond.

The appearance of Jin Zhu really shocked Chen Jia. I didn't expect that she would be so impulsive and dare to question herself openly.

People who don't know think that digging up her ancestral graves, burning her ancestral house, cutting off the family's incense, robbing her husband, and eating her family's only life-saving rice are the revenge of killing her father and robbing her husband. Hate it.

From beginning to end, I never figured out when exactly I fell in love with her.

Will she draw her sword to help now when the road is rough, or will she take the lead?

If yelling worked, donkeys would rule the world. If showing one's teeth and flexing one's claws is enough, then crabs should roam the world.

This posture may scare other people, and it did frighten many students to the point where they couldn't close their mouths.

Yuan Xia next to him wanted to see but also wanted to hide. He dared to be angry but dared not speak.

But, she is Chen Jia. Being trapped in a kidnapping can be regarded as a phoenix reborn. How can a person who is reborn from the ashes be intimidated?

Her pupils shrank suddenly, and a sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth: "If you are afraid of retribution, it is better to stay away from those who are not afraid of retribution. The sky has eyes, and it has its own measure of retribution."