High cold school grass, don't mess with me

Chapter 802 Shuttle into the two years without me 14
On the balcony on the sixth floor——

It was the boys who were choked by Wen Dong's voice on the fourth floor and went back to the house in a stomach full of anger.

"What the fuck! That idiot on the fourth floor deserves a beating!"

"I don't think we can just leave it like this, I want to beat him up!"

"But we don't know his details, and we are afraid that we will suffer." A slightly shorter boy hesitated.The air suddenly became quiet, and no one spoke for a while. After all, this was their biggest concern.

The boy in the white sweater hugged the young lady, held a cigarette between his fingers, took a puff, lowered his head and spit the smoke on the young lady's face, the young lady pinched him angrily, and he said slowly: "Look It’s difficult for you, in the dead of night, in a dead end where no one is monitoring, you can beat him however you want with a bag wrapped in a bag! How does he know who beat him?”

"Yeah, why didn't I think of that!"

"You still have a way."

The atmosphere immediately relaxed.

The little girl raised her eyes to look at the white sweater, the corners of her lips curled up, and said slowly: "You are good or bad, you are a bad person!"

The boy smiled, "I'm bad, but don't you love me more?"

At the same time, he looked towards the front of the balcony. On a sidewalk, there were small trees planted on the left and right sides. There were only a few older and bloated foreigners on the road. Normal, but I didn't see anything, so I looked away.

Until after a while.

One of them said: "The beautiful young lady is back."

Everyone, including the white sweater, immediately rolled their eyes and looked over.

On the sidewalk, there was a slim girl with a backpack on her back and a bag in her hand, approaching slowly.

Little Taimei: "Is she the pretty girl you're talking about?"

"Yeah, she looks pretty! The aura exuding from her body is so clean,"

The little girl was silent for a while, pursed the corners of her lips, and said softly: "Really? I think it's okay. I didn't notice such a clean temperament. Close your eyes and blow it!"

"Oh, I didn't blow it," said the girl below, who was about to lose sight of it when she walked downstairs, and the boy felt a little pity, because he hadn't seen enough.

Lin Ranran carried the ribs up to the fourth floor. She deliberately walked up the stairs to exercise.

"Ding dong, ding dong," rang the doorbell, and after a while, Wen Dongsheng opened the door, "I'm back,"

"Brother Dongsheng, these are the ribs I bought at the supermarket,"

Wen Dongsheng took over: "Today I will cook myself, come in, you like sweet and sour pork ribs, don't you! Help me comment on the taste later."

Mo Zhifan: "..." His face turned dark.

He watched helplessly as this dog kid tricked his Lin Bao into it, and finally saw her praising the ribs at Wen Dongsheng's dinner table.

"It's so delicious, Brother Dongsheng, I have a big appetite, I can eat three bowls of rice!"

Wen Dongsheng smiled: "Eat more, as long as it tastes good."

Mo Zhifan's face turned dark.

What kind of ribs are you eating! !
Is it not enough for me to cook so much?
Mo Zhifan thought he would make you pork ribs when he wakes up tomorrow, if you can't finish three bowls of rice, try it!
Before leaving, Wen Dong said: "Of course, it's been quite chaotic lately. You should go home as early as possible and don't walk around at night. Don't worry about strangers asking you to open the door. Remember to call me as soon as you need anything."

Faced with his sudden concern, Lin Ranran was grateful, but didn't think much about it.

"I know, Brother Dong Sheng, you should also pay attention to safety."

Mo Zhifan's expression darkened slightly, he looked at that kid Wen Dongsheng, and instinctively told him that something was wrong.

He couldn't wait to know, what happened after that?Who the hell is this Wen Dongsheng!

　I’m so sleepy. I wrote at two o’clock in the morning. I closed my eyes and almost fell asleep a few times. Now it’s three o’clock in the morning. There should be a typo. I’ll wake up tomorrow and check and correct it. I’m asleep.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)