My personal school belle president

Chapter 235 This Monk Needs a Beating! (1 more)
"Wuu...Brother Qin, I thought you were captured by the bad guys and you would never come back again..."

The little witch was crying, and the snot fell on Qin Yang's shoulder: "You don't know, a bad woman broke into our house in the middle of the night and kidnapped Teacher Mu, and almost beat me to death, woo... Qin Yang Brother, you must avenge me..."

"Um, come down first and then talk..."

Qin Yang patted the little girl's buttocks, and smiled helplessly.

"ah!"

Tong Lele suddenly screamed, and got off Qin Yang, blushing and staring at him blankly, with crystal clear tears hanging on her face: "How do you feel?"

Qin Yang was confused: "What does it feel like?"

"My butt, you slapped it with five fingers just now, and it was very strong, it seems that you even scratched it, how about it, it feels good, do you want to consider..."

"Go aside!"

Qin Yang covered the sky with black lines and pushed the girl aside.

Can this girl be a little more reserved?

The little witch pursed her mouth and looked at each other resentfully, like an abandoned little daughter-in-law: "Brother Qin, people are just worried about you. You disappeared for a day and a night. I didn't even eat a bite, and I was so skinny." a quarter of an arc."

"Really."

Qin Yang wiped off a crumb of bread from the corner of the other's lips with some amusement, and stopped talking.

"Oh, what a crime, what a crime..."

At this time, the old monk who was mistaken by Tong Lele for a beggar walked over shaking his head, picked up two coins on the ground, and hid them in his sleeves.

"What a crime, such a lovely female benefactor, she didn't even eat for a heartless man, she was so haggard and desolate, I really can't stand it anymore!!"

The old monk said sadly.

After a pause, he took out a chicken leg from his sleeve and handed it to Tong Lele:
"If the benefactor does not dislike it, I will try to settle the food and clothing for the Wuji supreme phoenix leg that was specially eaten by the Qing emperor back then. After a while, I will take you to the Asak restaurant in San Sebastián to enjoy it. Delicious food, by the way, take a photo with the Arabian prince, how would you like it?"

"Forehead……"

Tong Lele blinked her big watery eyes, a little dazed, hesitated for a moment, took out a dollar and fifty cents from her pocket, and handed it over: "I just bought a big hamburger, and that's all I have left."

After thinking about it, she added, "But I suggest you go to the intersection of the pedestrian street ahead to beg for food. There are more people there, and you can run faster when the urban management comes."

"—"

The old monk moved his lips, and for a long time there was a smile on his wrinkled face: "I have received the thoughts of the female benefactor, but in fact, I am not a beggar."

"Then what are you doing? Touch porcelain?"

Tong Lele looked wary.

"Poor monk... poor monk..."

Being belittled repeatedly by the beautiful woman, the old monk got a little angry, clasped his hands together, and looked solemn and solemn:
"Amitabha, the poor monk came from Dongdagou Puchen Temple. He was going to Xikou Market to eat a bowl of Malatang for [-] yuan. He happened to pass by here. Shameful flowers... are very beautiful."

After the old monk said about forty or fifty idioms to praise the other party's beauty, he took out a bouquet of roses from there and handed it to the other party.

"As the saying goes, one grass and one tree, one flower and one infatuation, the moment I saw the female benefactor, the poor monk's heart fluttered, and he couldn't help but come to meet a good relationship. For Tom Cruise's sake, add a WeChat account, okay?"

"you……"

"Oh, right……"

Before the other party could speak, the old monk tidied up his clothes and smiled slightly: "The poor monk hasn't introduced himself yet. Before the poor monk became a monk, his nickname was Nicholas Zhao Si and his eldest name was Guo Dastanson. After he became a monk, the poor monk The monk's name is Obasmida, and his nickname is Seven Wolves in One Night."

"—"

"If the girl doesn't apologize, you can call me a poor monk...you little fresh meat."

"vomit--"

After all, Tong Lele still held back and vomited.

Even Qin Yang's face turned green, and his stomach churned violently.

Damn it, if the opponent wasn't too strong, he would definitely put the old guy's head in his crotch.

"To be able to spit out a beautiful woman to a handsome man, the poor monk's appearance is really beyond the sky."

The old monk said with emotion.

Everyone: "—"

After vomiting for a long time, Tong Lele finally regained her strength. With her pretty little face pale, she pointed at the old monk, her body trembling from anger.

"Old bald donkey, get away from my aunt, or...or my aunt will chop up your dick and feed it to the dogs!"

Old monk: "..."

"Don't get out yet?"

Tong Lele was blinded by anger, picked up a brick on the ground, and rushed over.

"Amitabha, beating is kissing, scolding is love, the donor really has deep affection for the poor monk."

The old monk clasped his hands together, a little narcissistic.

But seeing that Tong Lele was so vicious that she really wanted to hit him on the forehead, she hurriedly dodged, and said embarrassingly: "Beauty, the poor monk will come to ask you out another day, bye."

After speaking, he waved his monk robe and strode away.

Tong Lele wanted to catch up and have a good meal, but found that the other party disappeared after a few steps, so she stomped her feet angrily.

With a glance, I saw Roman sitting at the stone table looking at her with a smile on his face, and immediately shouted angrily: "What are you looking at, you little boy, look at me again, I will blow your ass off!"

Roman: "..."

"Ahem..." Roman coughed a few times, got up and gave Qin Yang a business card with only a number on it: "If you need any help, you can call."

Qin Yang smiled lightly: "Maybe it won't be necessary."

"Always come in handy."

Roman also smiled, turned and left in the opposite direction to the old monk.

After the two left, Tong Lele threw away the bricks in her hands, clapped her hands, and put her arms around Qin Yang's arm with a smile: "Brother Qin——"

"You're quite courageous." Qin Yang had a half-smile.

"Oh, with Brother Qin here, what are you afraid of? If the old beggar monk hates me again, I will definitely blow his chrysanthemum next time!!"

Tong Lele waved her snow-white fist.

Qin Yang shook his head speechlessly, and patted the girl's head: "Is Aunt Xiang at home?"

"Yes, it seems to be correcting some documents in the study."

"Let's go, I'll say goodbye to Aunt Xiang."

Tong Lele was taken aback: "Farewell? Are you going back to Dongcheng City? I happen to be going back too. Let's go together. There is a super invincible beautiful girl accompanying you on the road, so you won't be lonely."

"I'm going home."

Qin Yang said angrily.

After speaking, the other party lost his voice.

Qin Yang was surprised, and turned his head to look, only to see Tong Lele lowered her head, her pretty face was blushing enough to bleed, and her small hands were nervously pinching the corners of her clothes.

"What's wrong?" Qin Yang wondered.

This girl has changed her temper again?
Tong Lele's eyes were shy, and after a long time of twitching, she whispered, "I'm so nervous to see my mother-in-law."

Qin Yang opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

(End of this chapter)