Male God’s Freestyle Flirting

In fact, the police had already arrived at that time, but Tan Xiao didn’t notice it.

He stabbed someone in front of the police, the ironclad fact.

Tan Xiao panicked for the first time since his sister passed away. He dragged a few brothers to run, and the police chased after him. After running a few steps, Tan Xiao discovered that one of the brothers had also had a finger cut off.

The blood flowed continuously, staining a large area of scarlet on the front of the school uniform.

Tan Xiao grabbed his arm and asked——

“Where is the severed finger?”

The boy was also in the third year of high school, and he was in a different class from Tan Xiao. He was already almost unconscious from the pain and could not speak.

Tan Xiao gritted his teeth hard, turned around to run back.

Qin Yuan grabbed him——

“You’re crazy!”

Tan Xiao threw his hand away, the wound was accidentally rubbed, and he grimaced in pain.

At that time, there was only one thought in Tan Xiao’s mind: to retrieve his brother’s severed finger, and if he sent it to the hospital, he might still be able have it reattached.

But Tan Xiao turned back and ran straight into the arms of the policeman.

This is how he got caught.

This young and frivolous boy has endured the huge ups and downs in life, but he still stands upright and lives recklessly. He always looks like he is upright and not afraid of anything, and he seems to have never experienced failure at all.

That’s right, for such a vigorous person, the only one who can make him bow his proud head is——elder sister.

Tan Xiao’s story came to an abrupt end here.

Tang Xia couldn’t recover for a long time.

She suddenly wanted to admire a person, that person was strong and loyal.

His name is Tan Xiao.

But she suddenly felt sad again.

It’s almost Lunar New Year, Tan Xiao now… has no relatives and no reason, where can he go?

That year’s New Year’s Eve was earlier than in previous years, before February. The night before, there was a light snowfall, and when Han Yu woke up in the morning, there was a layer of half-melted snow on the window sill, which was crystal clear and really beautiful.

Pushing open the window, the cold air rushes towards the face, with the unique bitingness of cold winter, and when it penetrates into the nasal cavity, it is icy cold, which stimulates people to wake up all of a sudden.

Han Yu was only wearing thin pajamas, the neckline was open, his delicate collarbone was exposed to the air, and he looked frail for no reason.

He looked down outside. A black car was slowly starting. After a while, the speed increased, and it was out of sight in an instant.

“Heh…” The young man smiled, his smile seemed to be dyed with the coolness of the first snow, without warmth.

He closed the window hard, turned back from the balcony and returned to the living room.

The living room was silent.

Today is New Year’s Eve.

Han Yu stared at the wall clock on the wall, which showed the date.

On New Year’s Eve in other people’s homes, there are lights and streamers, and laughter.

Can he compare it to his own?

The young man smiled sarcastically, and it seemed that the car that had left trailing smoke appeared before his eyes again.

His parents sat in the car.

He opened the refrigerator and took out a beer, took a glass and filled it up for himself, then tilted his head and took a few sips.

Cold.

Straight from the throat to the stomach.

Both body and mind are cold.

Han Yu didn’t care how much cold beer on an empty stomach hurt his stomach, so he drank it all in one gulp. Finally, he dug out a few bags of snacks, lazily lying on the sofa, watching the morning news bored.

There is also a countdown to the Spring Festival Gala in the upper right corner of the channel, which is quite ironic to Han Yu.

He closed his eyes, raised his hand and turned off the TV.

The screen of the program was cut off, and Han Yu’s cell phone rang in due course.

He glanced at it, it was Qi Hui’s name on the screen.

“What?” Han Yu said, with a hint of morning voice in his tone, hoarse and sexy.

Qi Hui on the other end seemed to be outside, gasping for breath from the cold, “Han Yu, are you coming to the neighborhood fireworks tonight?”

Han Yu frowned, “You’re not a little girl, what kind of fireworks are you watching?” His tone was full of contempt.

Qi Hui was unhappy, “Hey, let me tell you, boys are not allowed to watch fireworks?” He retorted, “Could it be that you want to watch the Spring Festival Gala at home? Come on, come out and play together.”

“No.” Han Yu flatly refused.

“After watching the fireworks, go to the Internet cafe. My buddy will accompany you until next year.” Qi Hui shouted before he hung up the phone.

Han Yu pursed his lips and looked up at the wall clock.

If he doesn’t go out, he will stay alone for a long, long time.

Seems boring.

Qi Hui smiled lowly, “How is it?” He knew that Han Yu must be alone at home, and he could count as a good deed, saving an empty-nester born in the 90s.

“What time? Where?” Han Yu asked calmly.

“At 8 o’clock in the evening, see you at the hot pot restaurant we often go to in Bijiang Plaza. I have already reserved a seat in advance.” Qi Hui replied quickly.

Han Yu complied, hung up the phone lazily, set an alarm clock for 5 pm, and went back to the bedroom to sleep.

He went straight to sleep until it was dark.

The boy got up to wash, put on a clean and soft pure white sweater, put on a black down jacket, zipped the zipper to the top, put on the hat, put the phone in his pocket, and walked out the door gently.

The street is extremely lively.

You can see close lovers holding hands, students of the same age going shopping together, and families carrying big bags and small bags everywhere.

The store put it on the stereo outside, and the festive music was deafening.

The lights are feasting and the feasting is full of luxury.

It really formed a sharp contrast with the desertedness of his home.

Han Yu bent his lips, his face was hidden under the brim of his hat, and he walked against the wind.

He arrived at the appointed place an hour early.

Usually this hot pot restaurant is doing very well, even though it is New Year’s Eve today, it is still full of seats. Han Yu asked the waiter, and waited for him at the corner where Qi Hui reserved the table.

The heater was turned on in the store, and the temperature was very high. The boy felt a little hot after sitting for a while, so he took off his down jacket and put it on the seat next to him.

After waiting for about half an hour, Qi Hui still hasn’t come.

There were more diners in the restaurant, and the smell of hot pot scattered, which made Han Yu, who hadn’t eaten for a day, feel hungry.

He got annoyed and started ordering directly.

Eating and waiting.

Because of the booming business, it was almost 8 o’clock when all the dishes were served. Han Yu was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back. He looked at his phone and was instantly full.

Oho, awesome. Dare to be late for an appointment with him, Qi Hui is really brave.

Han Yu frowned, holding back his anger, and making fun of it.

There were four girls sitting at a table in the middle of the store, and one of them lowered her voice and said, “Hey, look, that table in the corner over there, is that Han Yu?”.

The other three girls looked together and gasped almost at the same time. The smell of the spicy pot bottom choked into the mouth, triggering a series of coughing.

“Ahem!” Zou Ziyu’s face was flushed with choking, and after finally recovering, her eyes lit up, “It’s Han Yu! He’s so handsome…”

Tang Xia who was sitting behind them was stunned.

Did she hear her right? Han Yu?

She was startled, and the beef she was holding fell on the table.

Tang Xuan looked up, tapped the back of her hand with chopsticks, “What are you thinking of?”

“Nothing.” Tang Xia waved her hands hastily, but turned her head, and saw a girl sitting at the table behind her suddenly stood up, and went to the corner with a can of drink.

Only then did she see that there was a boy in a pure white sweater with a beautiful aesthetic straight out of a painting.