"Oh." Chu Xu didn't respond and said calmly: "It's so good that your legal wife was with you when she was rescued in the hospital?"

Chu Xiumao's face suddenly became dark.

"Is that what it means?" Chu Xu looked at him, his eyes dark.

The boy's eyes should have been bright and open, but when Chu Xiumao really looked at Chu Xu, he realized that the boy was taller than him at some point, his eyebrows were cold and angry, and he was not as strange as him.

"I've said that she just comforted me at that time, you were wrong." Chu Xiumao's heart seemed to be clenched hard by a pair of hands. There was a moment of sourness, and it was very uncomfortable to feel. A strange sense of powerlessness and anger were intertwined, making him scream, helpless: "You have to worry about when, Chu Xu, when will you become like this!"

"Look at other people's children. Your aunt Jing's son has never lost the first place in the exam since he was a child. He has participated in international competitions countless times. When he was in the junior high school entrance examination, he saved me the first year. Look at you again. Have you ever let me worry? Why is the gap between the second year of high school? Now when he transfers to No. 1 Middle School, you can follow me well-!" Chu Xiumao said more and more unable to control himself. He also had resentment and annoyance in his heart.

Chu Xu's eyes were still, casual, and he didn't listen to anything, and he didn't look at Chu Xiumao. He walked over him and went straight up the stairs.

Behind him was Chu Xiumao's angry and angry shout.

Chu Xu was indifferent, his back was straight. When he walked to the second floor, he thought of something, turned around and looked at him condescendingly, "Chu Xiumao. Whether it was that woman or her so-called son, he took it to me and said these..."

He made a simple and straightforward statement, with a surprisingly light tone and light statement.

"Don't you think it's disgusting?"

Chu Xiumao looked up at Chu Xu, his eyes were so deep that it was not clear. The coldness of the three-foot-cold inside was really not a day, and it was pressed against the deep bone-bone disgust, as if it could be stuck in his heart.

The light words penetrated Chu Xiumao's heart and smashed heavily, and for a moment they were a little scared.

He never thought that the boy had rejected this kind of thing to this extent.

The boy's back was cold and full of hostility, hit Chu Xiumao's heart, heavy and depressed!

His son is no longer a child who is very concerned about things. How many past events can’t be abandoned in his heart?

In the darkness before dawn, Chu Xiumao was in the empty living room and couldn't sleep all night.

…

The next day,

No. 1 Middle School.

Morning self-study was noisy and chaotic, and there was a lot of wail everywhere.

"Math homework? Who wrote math homework!"

"Let me lend it quickly, Jianghu helps you!"

"Physics! Who has the physics paper?"

"Who wrote English yesterday..."

Apart from borrowing homework, there were no students sitting in the back row of school students in a row. Someone brought his cell phone and played a ghost movie in the back row. He was surrounded by a group of people. Someone poked the girl in front of him with a bad intention and handed the cell phone over. A thrilling scene came into his eyes and a high decibel scream suddenly sounded.

The girl might have been blinded at that moment, and she threw her phone in the direction of the boy. The scene became chaotic in an instant. In the end, the phone was thrown to someone. After passing a parabola in the air, everyone watched the phone, who could not escape fate, and bravely hit the figure sleeping by the window, and hit the boy's arm heavily, making a "bang" sound!

The originally noisy atmosphere suddenly became strangely quiet at that moment.

——It's over.

This was the only thought that all of them had at the beginning.

"Hold."

A low and hoarse voice fell.

Chu Xu was awakened by the blow, and raised his eyes, his expression was terrible cold, and his ink-colored hair fell on his forehead in a mess. The line of the nose bridge was particularly high, but his eyebrows and eyes were restless and violent. He was silent for two seconds, and his deep eyes swept across the classroom. He lowered his eyes and saw the phone hitting his desk. He saw a blood-red face. He smiled coldly and asked neither lightly nor heavyly: "Who threw it?"

No one answered.

Chu Xu pulled down his thin lips, his eyes were very light, and his slender fingers held the phone.

"Xu, Brother Xu..."

The lack of confidence has not finished speaking.

Next second—

Chu Xu threw the phone out of his hand, his movements were indifferent and neat, without any pause.

When the boy first came in from the classroom, he was hit by his cell phone. He could almost hear the sound of the wind. He looked indifferent and reacted very quickly and held it in his palm. Because of the impact, the palm of his palm hurt.

The screams in the phone kept ringing.

Ranbai looked at the people in the classroom calmly.

The atmosphere was quiet, and everyone's eyes were on the upright boy standing in front.

The man was slender and straight, wearing a school uniform, and was dressed in an extremely strict manner. He couldn't find any inappropriate points from beginning to end. The original ordinary blue and white school uniform changed to a different taste when worn on him, clean and clear, with a youthful aura, with the breath of ice and snow, like an existence that only exists in comics.

The eyebrows and eyes are picturesque and the bones are timeless. Such a noble and alien temperament is beyond reach.

His eyes are thin and narrow, with twin inner sides, with a cold look. His pupils are like a cold pond, and he feels cold and dangerous. Even when he looks at people, he feels condescending and indifferent, he can't see any reflection in his eyes.

Such eyes are too sharp.

So quiet in the classroom again.

Chu Xu leaned against the back of the chair, and his long legs were stepping on the railing at will. When he raised his eyes, he ran into the boy's eyes. His tongue touched the upper palate and looked at him lazyly.

One stood and the other sat, and the tit-for-tat aura burst out.

It seems that some people are born with incompatible water and fire, and even if they don’t say anything, it makes people feel depressed.

"What are you doing!" At this time, the English teacher walked in and frowned and said, "You can hear the crackling sounds of your class from afar, and the whole corridor is heard!"

As he said that, his eyes swept over the cell phone in Ranbai's hand, and his face changed: "Ship your cell phone in and go out and stand!"

No one was talking under the podium.

The boy had no expression, pressed the screen of his mobile phone and placed it on the podium, and then walked out without saying a word, with a cold and outrageous back.

Chu Xufeng glanced lightly, and sneered from his throat. With the rolling curve of Adam's apple, it was low and sexy. It's a pity that the aura was too strong, making people dare not imagine it.

This laugh was particularly abrupt and harsh in the originally silent classroom, attracting the teacher's glare. Before it even occurred, I heard the next sentence from the school tyrant.

"I threw the phone away. Will you let the good students go out and stand and watch the scenery?"

The tone is plain.

"Get out for me!"
Chapter completed!