The big guy kept dying and became a white moonlight

Chapter 777 Tattoos (33)

Aunt Jiang: "..."

It really doesn't give her face at all.

To be honest, the study materials are still a bit heavy. Aunt Jiang changed into a plastic bag and said as she walked, "Since when did you see me?"

Qin Mian walked beside her, smoking a cigarette: "When you entered the bookstore, I happened to be shopping in the supermarket opposite. Give it to me."

He finished smoking a cigarette in two or three strokes, crushed the butt, and threw it in a nearby trash can.

The young man beside him was exceptionally tall and tall. When she said this, she got closer to her, and Aunt Jiang could still smell the strong smell of tobacco on him that hadn't had time to dissipate.

Surprisingly not very annoying.

Aunt Jiang paused, and looked down at the slender white hand that the young man had stretched out in front of her.

She noticed that there were many calluses on his fingertips, but the back of his hands were clean without any trace of tattoos. The last time he saw his bare arms, they seemed to be clean as well.

"What are you thinking? Give me something."

The young man next to him repeated what he had just said, and seemed to see the girl still staring at his hand in a daze, so he stretched out his hand and lifted the plastic bag from the girl's hand.

The plastic bag in her hand was taken away, and Aunt Jiang came back to her senses in a flash. Looking back, she saw Qin Mian's loose hands holding a black and white plastic bag respectively.

Her books are not light, and the things he bought look like big things, not light things, Jiang Yu hesitated: "Otherwise, I'll carry it."

He switched the plastic bag from his right hand to his left, and patted the back of the girl's outstretched hand with his hand. He said lazily, "Be honest, I'm not old yet, I still have a little physical strength."

The back of Aunt Jiang's hand was patted lightly and gently by him. It didn't hurt at all, but it was still a little numb.

She withdrew her hand, crossed her hands idly, and played with her fingertips, "Then you followed me all the way here?"

Knowing that Aunt Jiang was asking about seeing her in the supermarket, Qin Mian said a faint "Yes", but felt that this was misleading, so she explained: "I didn't want to talk to you, but when I came out after paying the bill , I just saw a few gangsters peeping at you outside the bookstore, so I stopped to take a look. You came out at that time, and I saw that the place where you were walking happened to be a place with few people. I was afraid of accidents, so I followed. Look."

As he said that, Qin Mian raised his eyebrows lazily, his narrow and deep eyes squinted slightly, and the little black tear mole at the end of his eyes was extraordinarily coquettish.

Aunt Jiang noticed his meaningful gaze on her, paused, and just raised her head when she heard him sneer and say, "I thought the kid would need my help, but I didn't expect the kid to be young, not tall, and still Pretty capable."

The tall and lazy young man beside him clicked his tongue suddenly, he stopped and turned sideways.

"I saw that the fist was quite small, but I didn't expect it to be quite hard."

Qin Mian half-bent, her long eyelashes drooping down, her dark eyes half-closed, her gaze fell leisurely on Aunt Jiang's crossed fingers.

so small.

With two hands, he can hold them with one hand.

However, the skin was a bit delicate, after a few rounds, the skin on the back of the hand and the phalanges were all red, and it looked a bit pitiful.

He loosely erected his half-bent body, glanced at her with his long eyes, "delicate."

Lazy tone, with some jokes in it.

(End of this chapter)