Blood Race Little Milk Bag: I became a group pet by punching in

Chapter 48 Out of Control
"Brother Yi, we're here, I guess Brother Heng will come over soon, so wait a little longer."

Zhou Yuan pointed to the lounge at the front, took out the key from his pocket and opened the door lock, the cardboard box in the corner was filled with letters that were about to overflow, and these were all sent by fans.

Bai Siheng has always only accepted letters, not gifts and flowers. In his words, "I have more money than fans, so I don't need these things. Don't waste money. Of course, the most important thing is that there is no place to put it. Get in the way'.

It is good to have a heart, and there is no need for superfluous things.

It turned out that someone planned to secretly send gifts and put them at the door of the lounge, but for some reason, he was caught by Brother Heng on the spot, and he was scolded and educated.

Since then, no one dared to give Bai Siheng a gift, and everyone knew that he didn't like it.

"En." Bai Zhiyi responded, the little milk ball in his arms poked out his head and glanced around, his excited eyes swept over every place.

"Brother, can you put it down?" Lingluo struggled and was about to jump off Bai Zhiyi's arms, her eyes fixed on the exquisite racing car model inside the glass display stand, it was exactly the same as the third brother's car, but it was a shrunken version. .

Bai Zhiyi gently put the little dumpling on the ground, and as soon as he let go, someone ran to the glass display case, fully explaining what it means to let go.

He frowned slightly, with a hint of coldness in his eyes, he whispered to Zhou Yuan to take care of Lingluo, and then quickly pushed the door and walked out.

Xiaotuanzi didn't notice this scene, his eyes were full of the beautiful and cool miniature red racing car, he was so happy that he almost pressed his face to the glass window.

It's a pity that the glass display rack is locked. After careful calculation, there are eighteen small locks. If a key is missing, the door cannot be opened.

"This is the model of Zhuifeng. Your third brother has always been more precious." Zhou Yuan explained a little bit, he thought it was quite normal, precious things should be well protected.

Eighteen small locks are a bit more, but compared to someone's frantic proposal to use 56 locks, this is indeed quite a few.

In order to persuade Bai Siheng, Zhou Yuan's knees were faintly sore for a while. After all, kneeling down and hugging Brother Heng's leg to beg him is really a test of skill.

Bai Siheng's temper has come up, and no one can persuade him, but most of the time he is quite good.

"Hey, chasing the wind?"

Lingluo muttered childishly, as if she hadn't figured it out, she almost wrote the word doubt on her little face.

"Well, this is the name of your third brother's precious racing car." Zhou Yuan explained patiently, then thought of something and added: "Your third brother has the key, so we can only have a look."

Xiaotuanzi's expectant eyes dimmed for a moment, and she could only touch carefully through the glass window, as if she could touch the model of Chasing the Wind.

Zhou Yuan can understand that children are very curious, but this chasing model is really untouchable.

I still remember that not long after Bai Siheng entered the industry, the model of Zhuifeng was simply placed in the players' lounge, and the key to this door was in his hands alone.

It had been peaceful all the time, but one day a competitor in the training camp became curious, and secretly ran over to find out Bai Siheng's secrets. What's wrong with doing something, and happened to touch the model of Chasing the Wind, Brother Heng was furious that day, directly Put people in the hospital.

If it wasn't for Zhou Yuan's 'physical obstruction', the opponent's grave would probably be covered with weeds.

Recalling the past, he thought it was still a bit like a dream.

A door apart.

Bai Zhiyi blocked Wu Xiang who was planning to eavesdrop at the door.

The young man embraced him with both hands, and leaned casually in front of the door, with a cold arc in the corner of his mouth, his eyes were deep and indifferent, as if he could decapitate someone in the next second.

"You...what are you doing?"

Wu Xiang swallowed, feeling so frightened that he couldn't even speak clearly, he subconsciously took a few steps back.

It took a few seconds for him to come back to his senses, and he cursed a few words inwardly.

Isn't he just a teenager, can I be afraid of such a fledgling kid as an adult?

"I, Wu Xiang, didn't scare you too much. You'd better be honest and tell me why Bai Siheng asked you. It's best to have some scandals, otherwise don't blame our Wu family for being rude."

Wu Xiang immediately started threatening Bai Zhiyi. He didn't know much about the descendants of the aristocratic families in Shanghai. After all, he had just returned from studying abroad, so he didn't bother to understand the domestic situation. His initial impression was still in the period when the country was underdeveloped.

"Why do you want to be rude?"

Bai Zhiyi sneered, patted the non-existent dust on his body in disgust, and moved his feet to the side, for fear that he would be caught by someone's foul breath two meters away.

It's been a long time since he's heard such stupid, old-fashioned words.

Is this the impact of a lack of intelligence and a small brain?

"Hmph, you can run away, but what about your sister? It's best to coax a child or something. You can't watch her 24 hours a day. Be careful, maybe one day she will suddenly disappear. Woolen cloth."

Wu Xiang thought he had the upper hand in terms of words, and seeing Bai Zhiyi's silence, he was even more proud of himself, and he wanted to be slapped with that look that deserved a beating.

The breeze was blowing the corners of his clothes, and the young man stood quietly, his eyes were sunken, and the dark pupils seemed to be struggling to change colors.

The air was filled with low pressure, as if an extinct volcano that had been suppressed for a long time was about to erupt.

Bai Zhiyi really doesn't care if others threaten him or not, after all, he's just a clown.

It's just that some people are always self-righteous, and they want to touch people who shouldn't be touched.

What's more, Lingluo just lost a few days ago, so he already felt guilty.

The suppressed dark emotions flooded out of his brain like a flood.

Bai Zhiyi didn't want to restrain himself anymore, he stretched out his hand towards Wu Xiang.

Those red-blue eyes are like magic pupils that seduce people's hearts. No matter who they are, once they look at each other, they cannot escape the fate of being bewitched.

Wu Xiang's pupils narrowed slightly, his expression frightened, as if he had lost his consciousness, he stretched out his hand to pinch his neck.

That blue and purple complexion seemed to be suffocated at any time.

"Bai Zhiyi, what the hell are you doing?"

Bai Siheng rushed over and kicked the stupefied Bai Zhiyi. For the first time, seeing the other party losing control, he couldn't help but clenched his palms.

He stared indifferently at Wu Xiang, who was lying on the ground and struggling to breathe, his usual cynical expression was covered with frost.

Bai Zhiyi was not the only one who heard those words.

Bai Siheng also heard clearly that they fought because of Lingluo's loss.

This is enough to explain the position of the little milk bag in the other party's heart.

What's more, the old man has adopted Ling Luo, so he is also his younger sister.

It's okay to bully yourself, but it's not okay to bully others.

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(End of this chapter)