The noble evil young lady

I sat on the toilet with a painful expression, my feet were so numb that I couldn't feel it, so I had to massage my hands to get my blood circulating.

The surroundings have become pitch black.

Damn, didn't management turn on the toilet light!

I don't know how long it took, but I suddenly felt that the surrounding area was very quiet, and a touch of fear emerged in my heart. Why is it suddenly so quiet in such a big supermarket? . .Did I really hit a ghost? !

Thinking of this, I shuddered, the hairs all over my body stood up, and I froze on the toilet, not daring to move.

Click!

The door outside the toilet was suddenly opened, and I heard it clearly with my ears pricked up on the toilet. I hurriedly tightened the door handle in front of me to prevent someone from breaking in.

Whoa!

As soon as my hand touched the door, a big push of different kinds of sanitary napkins fell from the top of my head like rain, and then a nice boy sounded outside the door: "I don't know what kind you want, I also took one." Bao, choose yourself, I will wait for you outside!"

"You actually went into the women's bathroom..." Before I could finish my sentence, the outside door was closed with a "bang", which made me feel ashamed.

then. . .

Sitting on the toilet, I suddenly forgot that my feet were numb, holding a tampon in my hand, and my face was as red as a boiled shrimp.

But the surrounding light really made it difficult for me to read the words on the packaging.

After finishing my personal affairs, I walked out of the toilet slowly, my face was still as red as a monkey's butt, I glanced around, and there was no one in the huge supermarket, and a group of men in black surrounded the city outside the toilet. The encircling circle prevents people from disturbing them. Everyone has a serious face, motionless like a zombie, and makes no sound.

I walked towards Miyamoto He, smiled politely at the people in black around me, and whispered in his ear: "Sending a 'Wei Wei' doesn't have to be so motivating, just ask any aunt to send it in, you Aren't you afraid that someone will discover your identity?"

"Then you were taken advantage of by others?! No!" Miyamoto He said sourly like a child.

"They're all women, it doesn't count...it's taking advantage!" I explained to him dumbfounded.

"You are mine from beginning to end. I don't allow others to take advantage of you, not even women!"

It seems that I can't explain it to him. Isn't his IQ very high?This kind of thing has to be counted!

I looked up at the sky helplessly, and explained to him again: "Miyamoto He, that day I really wasn't..."

"Shut up, let's go home!" Miyamoto He interrupted me, took my hand domineeringly and walked outside.

It seems that I have to find another opportunity to talk to him. . .

As soon as I walked out of the supermarket gate, I was stunned. . .

A group of people dressed similarly to Miyamoto He's subordinates had already surrounded the supermarket, and the distinctive boy at the head attracted my attention.

The boy who came into view, with impeccable facial features, dark brown shone with evil brilliance, his thin lips slightly curled into a shallow arc, obviously a face with a smile on it, if you look carefully, you will find this smile Behind him is a creepy sternness, like a rose blooming in full bloom in the dark night. This person cannot be described as handsome, but should be beautiful, because he exudes a feminine beauty all over his body.

"Qianyu..." Miyamoto He silently said, restrained his sharp eyes, adjusted his glasses, pretended not to see the other party, opened the umbrella, protected me in his arms and left.

At this time, the people brought by Miyamoto He stayed in the supermarket. The young man in charge looked at the inside of the supermarket intently, as if waiting for an important person to appear inside. There was a man beside him holding an umbrella for him respectfully. .

Could it be that He was waiting for Miyamoto He?If it's true, Miyamoto's trick of escape from the shell of the golden cicada has been hidden from all eyes of the opponent, and I began to admire Miyamoto's disguise technique from the bottom of my heart.