Chapter 90: The provocation of a dead pig's foot: You hit me!
"garrulous--"
Xia Qianrou touched You'er, stretched out her hand and handed a bag of chips in front of You'er, shaking it a few times. When she's in a bad mood, she has to eat and eat all the unhappy things into her stomach. This is
Xia Qianrou’s theory.
The right boy reached out and took out the French fries and put them in his mouth one by one, only to find that they had no taste at all.
"Don't worry, I won't compete with you for Yishao. Compared with Yishao, I found that I still prefer French fries, hehe..."
Xia Qianrou chuckled next to You'er, grabbed a handful of French fries and stuffed it into her mouth until she couldn't hold it anymore. Compared with men, eating is more important. Although she has been secretly in love with Yishao for two years, she has been secretly in love with Yi Shao for two years.
She hasn't said a word yet, so she decided that she still likes barbecue and French fries!
It was finally noon, and Youer was walking hungrily on the way to the cafeteria. He had been struggling with the issue of liking Nangong Yi. He was not in a good mood. Xia Qianrou and Yao Chutong left before the third class in the morning. Now, just
She was the only one left.
Directly in front, there was a large group of people surrounding them. Everyone stretched their heads and squeezed in, and there was a faint noise.
Youer walked over curiously, what was going on? It had been the first time in such a lively situation for so long that I couldn't miss it.
"Let--let--"
Youer tried desperately to squeeze in, but the crowd was too dense and he couldn't squeeze in at all.
"Second Young Master, are you angry? Hit me!"
The strange and angry voice came from the inner layer, and your son heard it without missing a beat. His pupils tightened, and anger surged in his heart. It was like a dead pig's feet.
"Don't you dare? Waste is waste, hahaha..."
Wild laughter rang out.
"Haha... Boss, how dare he hit you again? It's already good that I didn't kill him."
Someone immediately shouted, and then, sarcastic laughter broke out from the crowd.
Through the gap, Youer saw an iceberg. He stood quietly with his hands in his pockets. His maroon hair reflected a faint light in the sun, and his whole body exuded a cold alienation.
You'er felt a pain in her heart. It was really like an iceberg. She just heard someone call him trash. This sensitive word was said by his father last time, but this time, it was that bastard with such a proud attitude.
How could Bingshan endure it? What was the reason that made him, who had always been unruly, so forbearing?