After My Death, The Villain Blackened Again

Li Che imagined countless words of Song sitting in the back seat of his bicycle, but never thought it would be like this.

The bicycle is men's, and Yange is a petite figure. Looking at her back, Li Che always felt that she must be struggling at the moment.

In fact, he was also struggling to sit. The boy had long legs and the back seat was not high. He didn't dare to drag his feet to avoid the car's twisted words and songs.

So you can only try to raise your legs.

He suddenly felt that it was inhumane without a foot pedal in the back seat of the car!

It was inhumane and there was a seat in the back seat.

So he jumped out of the car and said to Yange, "I'm too heavy, or I'll run, you can ride a bike." Yange raised an eyebrow and glared at him with a look of dissatisfaction.

The swollen expression seemed to be saying: Do you look down on me, right? My car skills are so good that I can't carry you?

Li Che was crying and tears in his heart, but he didn't dare to justify, but could only get on the car silently.

This time it was a riding posture. Anyway, when the car was crooked, his feet could also be used as a support point, and at last he gave himself a sense of security.

That's too tired oo

To keep your long legs away from the ground, and to keep yourself balanced, you must keep your **** eggs spaced from time to time to avoid being beaten up ...

So sad!

This night, Li and Li called Yan Ge several times, and Yan Ge used excuses for his school affairs to be processed.

Father Li had already returned home from work. He asked when Yange was going home, so he could go to school to pick up the song.

Yange returned to his classmate to take a taxi home with his classmates.

His daughter was well-behaved, and Father Li didn't think much.

Yange has been delivered to his home by Li Che.

Oh, no, it was Li Che's bicycle that took her to the door.

Li Che got out of the car, his legs were sleepy and lacking, his buttocks were even more panicky. Sitting in a car, he experienced a kind of life-like torture.

Not at all romantic ... it's too big to imagine.

It was almost eleven o'clock in the evening, and Yange did not refuse the kindness of Li Che to send her to the door.

When she got out of the elevator, she pointed to the door of her house and waved to Li Che.

Typing with a mobile phone: Slow down on the road. Try to hold the handle with one hand. Don't touch the injured arm with force.

Li Che nodded again and again, he wanted to speak, Yan Ge made a boo gesture to him.

Yange told him to quickly enter the elevator and leave, Li Che signaled that Song was in front of his home.

Yan Ge had to pull out the key and gently open the door.

She probably did not want to disturb her parents, but Li and Li were watching TV waiting for her.

Before Li Che got into the elevator, he still heard Mother Li said, "This girl, I will have to go to your teacher when I come back so late later. Even if there are classmates together, it is not safe to take a taxi, hey, I Your dad is worried about dying. Have you eaten or left you a meal? "

Li Che's stomach grunted reflectively.

He patted his mind in the elevator and felt that he was stupid. At such a good opportunity, he didn't even ask for a song for supper.

Even if she doesn't invite her for supper, buy her something to eat. The little girl is so skinny, how can she stand hungry.

After returning home, Li Che, who had eaten three bags of instant noodles and five eggs, felt that he was really incompetent. When he sent the female ticket home, she didn't even buy a snack for the female ticket.