Han Yue's advantages in paying attention to interpersonal communication were finally reflected. With her and Mr. Ling as the core, all kinds of people were running around, and even Mr. Ling was a little surprised that Han Yue could actually mobilize the enthusiasm of so many people.

"I can guarantee that it's him!" Hawkeye looked at a picture and looked around and confirmed that no one was careful. "It was him having dinner with the old senior Demon Lord and having fun and having fun, and the relationship was absolutely extraordinary!" Because the person who came was asked by a friend, Hawkeye told the truth.

Han Yue exchanged a glance with Mr. Ling, and a bright smile appeared on the corner of Han Yue's mouth, as bright as spring flowers. Her heart became more calm. Mr. Ling looked at Han Yue incredibly.

"This person seems to have appeared in the South District!"

"Yes, yes, I've seen it, it's definitely him!"

In the huge Zhongzhou City, where He Qihuan might appear, there were bright red signs marked with special people patrolling.

Therefore, when He Qihuan, who had a relaxed face, appeared on the street, he was immediately discovered by the people who followed him. After all, Fengyunlou was famous for finding out the news, and there were many people in this area. This news immediately reached Han Yue's ears.

So soon, Han Yue blocked He Qihuan with a smile on her face.

"Brother He, that's great!" Han Yue wore a long skirt, black hair as clouds, and skin as snow. She stood in the wind, floating in the air.

"School sister, what a coincidence, I met here again." He Qihuan touched his nose and said.

"Unfortunately! I've been waiting for a long time for a while." Han Yue knew that He Qihuan was a smart person, and playing with skills in front of smart people often backfire, so it would be better to go straight to the point.

"Oh--" He Qihuan raised his eyebrows and waited for Han Yue's later words.

"Brother He, I want to ask you for help." Han Yue lowered her head and looked gentle, begging.

"What are you doing?"

"Be my boyfriend!" Han Yue raised her head and said.

"Ah——" He Qihuan took a step back, raised his eyebrows in surprise, touched his nose and smiled: "I know I am more handsome, but junior sister, I'm not so handsome that I'm rushing to be a boyfriend!"

Han Yue Youyou sighed, without hiding the truth, and explained his situation in detail. Before he could finish it, he still had the pear blossoms and rain. Chu Chu asked in a moving way: "Brother He, do you have the heart to watch your junior jump into the fire pit?"

He Qihuan raised his eyebrows and smiled, "School sister, don't waste your expressions, okay? We are from the same college, and I practice my mind every morning, and I have five A-year-olds! Don't joke, okay?"

"Am I kidding?" Han Yuexiang cried.

"This..." He Qihuan was joking, but his heart was rumbling. He still heard about some things about the big family.

Help or not?

In his mind, the two old men immediately jumped out like a ghost and started to work on their ideological work:

Wu Chen said earnestly: "Help, you must help. Everyone gives you a little love, and the world will become infinitely beautiful."

Shangguan Ren squinted his eyes and said, "What are you helping? This girl is putting a condom for you and treating you as a gun, do you know!"

Wu Chen said proudly: "Help! I am not as good as hell who will go to hell."

Shangguan Ren said coldly: "Don't help! Since ancient times, beauty has been a disaster."

He Qihuan's ideological struggle was endless, and the people on the roadside were unhappy. Look at this tender and beautiful woman who was as tender as water, as flowers and jade, crying so hard that her pear blossoms were trembling with the rain, but the man was smiling and didn't take it seriously! Who is tolerant? Everyone came forward to condemn:

There is a direct definition: "It's really Qin Shimei Second! He won't die well!"

Some people stand up for the wrongdoing: "Boy! You must be dedicated to your relationship, and you must not forget your roots in life. You cannot be flirting with the new and the old."

Someone who is very educated: "Young man, be sincere, cherish your feelings, and love is inevitable to be bumpy."

Someone who recommended himself: "Little sister, look at how handsome you are, let me be with you. I'm so angry that I'm so angry!"

…………

What is this and what? It's so messy. He Qihuan was stunned. Han Yue burst into tears and said with a smile: "Let's go, talk somewhere else to avoid misunderstandings from others."

The two looked at each other and smiled and left.

The bystanders were also happy when they saw it, and suddenly realized:

"Haha, the couple are creating fun, why are we engaging in something?"

"Hey! I wasted my feelings just now."

When the passers-by said, the two of them still heard the words of the passers-by. When Han Yue heard the passers-by say "the couple" and looked down at her feet with shame, even her ears turned red. He Qihuan had another feeling: ordinary people have such simple views on right and wrong, such simple emotions, and can sympathize with the weak so much, and uphold justice; as for him, he is both Han Yue's senior brother and the two old people who are interested in the referee, how can he remain indifferent, refuse to save him, watch the fire from the other side of the river, and not take action?

He remembered what Wuchen often said: No matter how familiar you get along with day and night or a stranger you meet by chance, there will be a kind of love between people. This kind of love may be romantic and passionate, or warm and long-lasting, or hidden and suppressed, but it always exists. What we need to do is to awaken love and express love...

Moreover, although he had no indecent thoughts about Han Yue, he did not subconsciously want this flower to be placed on cow dung.

Maybe men are like this.

So he stopped the trail and said solemnly to Han Yue: "Okay, I promise to help you. But I have to explain that I'm just helping you!"

"Really?!" Han Yue was excited, two snow-white tender clenched on her jaw, with endless joy and endless ease. The sorrow just now swept away, the smiley face like a flower and the snow-white teeth seemed to make the sky brighter.

Seeing this, He Qihuan's determination became stronger and he must not let his junior sister be ravaged. Even if there was a sea of ​​swords and fire in front of him, he would rush forward, so he clenched his fists and said, "Say, what are you going to do?"

Han Yue must have lost the pressure and relaxed, and chuckled: "Why did you make such a fierce expression? You are not asking you to fight or rob a kiss. Just come to our Fengyun Tower next Monday."

"So that's it!" He Qihuan also laughed and joked: "Do you want to bring any betrothal gifts?"

Han Yue threw a ginkgo to He Qihuan: "How can that be! Okay, thank you, my senior brother, I'm going back to do things." She then pulled He Qihuan's sleeves naughtyly and chuckled: "Next Monday, don't forget to come to our building. See you all!" As He Qihuan's classmate, Han Yue knew that he was the one who said he would do his best. Although she was eager to establish a close relationship with He Qihuan, she still had to be reserved from the perspective of playing hard to get.

When I bid farewell to Han Yue, He Qihuan felt relaxed and pleasant on the way back, and felt very satisfied because he did a good thing. Giving someone a rose will leave a fragrance in his hand.

When we arrived at the station, the two old men saw He Qi smiled and hummed a little tune. They were a little strange: This student has such a superb skill in adjusting his mentality? He just went out with a worry, but now he is back with a spring breeze? Is the old saying "Go away with excitement and return with excitement" to become "Go away with excitement and return with excitement"?

Wuchen was afraid that something would happen to He Qihuan, so he hurriedly stepped forward to ask the reason.

He Qihuan said with bright eyes: "Grandpa Buddha, today I feel that you are right..."

Shangguan Ren's face turned black and his white beard shook...

He Qihuan then said sincerely to Wuchen: "I went to hell as you said, but it feels so good to help people!"

Wuchen's eyes lit up, so he carefully investigated the passage, nodded while listening, and kept praising: "Have a sympathy for the weak! Have the courage to fight for justice! Have the spirit of upholding justice! Good-------------------------------------------"

Shangguan Renze coughed desperately next to him.

He Qihuan hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Grandpa Demon, are you choking? Do you want to knock on your back and massage?"

Shangguan Renze smiled mysteriously, stretched out his hand gently, and pointed He Qihuan's forehead.

A stream of true energy rushed into He Qihuan's mind, and a virtual scene appeared in his mind:

It was still the same street, the shops, and those passers-by. He Qihuan was walking freely. Suddenly, an extremely ugly old woman with a stinky body and a torn dress blocked He Qihuan.

"Little brother, please help!" She pulled He Qihuan with her dry hands like chicken feet.

"What are you doing?"

"Be my boyfriend!" said the old woman wiped the saliva from her shriveled lips.

"What?!" He Qihuan's hair stood up uncontrollably.

"Be my boyfriend, my family wants to force me to come out and go into the fire! You want to force good men to become prostitutes!!"

"No way." He Qihuan was so stuck that he couldn't stay any longer, and he didn't know what to say.

"Be my boyfriend, go to my house!" The ugly woman hugged He Qihuan's thigh and howled and cried. Her nose was snot, and tears made He Qihuan's blue shirt turn into a big flowery face. He Qihuan really had the chance to escape.

The ugly old woman with a stinking smell on her body still grabbed He Qihuan's thigh and cried loudly, crying so hard that she was in the dark.

Passers-by couldn't stand it anymore and stood up to condemn:

"Bullying the elderly, do you have any tutors?" Some people blamed.

"You must not abandon your wife. You are Chen Shimei. Everyone arrest him to meet the official!" There is a threat.

"Youth is fleeting, young people, the most important thing is to be beautiful in their hearts. Don't worry about appearances." This is education.

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Looking at the chattering passers-by, He Qihuan suddenly yelled, transformed into a monster with ten meters tall, with a twitching claws, holding a bright steel knife in his left hand, and holding a bloody iron hammer in his right hand, grinning and saying, "Who dares to comment on me, is it still fatal?"

Seeing this, the people on the street ran away. In the blink of an eye, the bustling streets were empty and there were only a few people, but they were covered with shoes all over the floor.

"San." Shangguan Ren whispered.

The illusion in front of He Qihuan disappeared and returned to his original place.

Shangguan Ren still stared at He Qihuan amiably and said with a smile: "How do you feel this time?"

He Qihuan's good mood was completely destroyed, and she couldn't help but say, "Old man, don't just do my head, okay? I want to be schizophrenia."

Wu Chen was furious when he saw this: "You are bewitching people again, don't even make some fake things to lure minors."

"I let him see the essence of things clearly. Only by looking at the essence through appearances can he master the truth. This is philosophy, do you understand?" Shangguan Ren retorted.

"What this kid just experienced happened really. You are making false things to confuse the facts! You are changing the concept! What exists is reasonable, this is what you said before! This is also philosophy."

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"You're talking nonsense!"

"You are talking in a silly manner!

"You're a traitor!"

"You're messing around!"

The two old men got on again.

He Qihuan's good mood was gone, just like eating a bowl of fragrant pasta, but found that there was half a leftover cockroach in the bowl. Facing the wilderness, he sighed and recited the ancient poem:

Thought on the world

I burst into tears alone-

Oh my God—!
Chapter completed!