The little sweetie of the black-bellied king

Chapter 710 That Mascot Bet
An Ran finished changing her clothes, and saw that Chu Danzhi had already put away the little skirt just now, she couldn't help laughing, "This is a little skirt that Weiwei gave me to the best woman, if Weiwei knew If you despise me so much, I'm sure you'll be pissed off."

Chu Danzhi didn't speak, and put away An Ran's little skirt, which was a very bad housewife.

An Ran went out first, and when she arrived at the hotel, a group of students surrounded her, chattering and chatting, not seeing each other for a few days, as if they hadn't seen each other in a lifetime, they couldn't finish talking.

An Ran laughed, and was about to go inside, but stopped before she could move her feet... She took a closer look, good guy, isn't that group of students the same as her classmates who have studied together for three years in high school?
Many girls had their hair permed and dyed, and they looked mature. The boys also looked like dogs, and they couldn't see the miserable days they fought together.

An Ran found that she looked immature as soon as she walked there, she would have known better to wear the skirt Weiwei gave her.

I don't know who saw her first, first shouted, and then laughed.

An Ran was shocked, and looked at herself, there was nothing wrong with it, why are these people laughing.

"Hahahaha, An Ran, why didn't you come here with the male god?" Someone asked.

An Ran laughed dryly, she did it on purpose, she knew that these people would make fun of her with such things.

The literary and art committee came over, "An Ran, you have to pay me, you have made many of us lose money! No, no, why do you have to ask An Ran to buy everyone a drink after dinner."

An Ran was confused when she heard this, "What did I do? Why do you want me to pay you money?"

"Hahahaha..." The little fat man over there hurriedly collected the money, grinning from ear to ear, hurriedly asked someone to give the money quickly, took a bunch of money that had just arrived, and ran to An Ran, "I'll give it to you Say, I'll tell you."

An Ran waited to hear what he had to say.

The corners of the little fat man's mouth were almost cracked to the ear, "They don't know how to live and die, they want to bet on whether you and the male god will come together or not, just a few of us bet on whether we will come together, those idiots who bet all you want to come out together , No, these people all lost to me."

"..." An Ran stretched out her hand and squeezed the flesh piled up on the little fat man's face. The little fat man had lost a lot of weight in the past few months, but he couldn't bear the weight of his own body, and he was not too thin.

An Ran's hands were extremely ruthless, pinching and twisting again and again, until the little fat man screamed.

"You bet me, huh?" An Ran said fiercely.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, how about sharing half of the winning money with you, ah, it hurts..." the little fat man cried out, holding his face with his hands carefully, hoping that An Ran would be gentler, for fear that he would be pinched. The lumps of meat came down, after all, he grew the meat himself.

"Fatty, how do you know she won't come with the male god? In those days at school, you often saw two people together." Someone asked the question in many people's minds, "Did you and An Ran communicate in advance? ,what!"

When making the bet, only the little fat man said swearingly: I bet she appeared alone, but not many people believed it.

The little fat man rubbed his face that was red from being pinched, and he smiled again, and that simple face actually smiled a little treacherously, "Are you kidding me, am I that kind of person? Anyway, my deskmate does not like that. It’s not for nothing after almost a year, don’t I know what kind of virtue she is?”

(End of this chapter)