[Quick Travel] The villain is a coquettish

Qiao Zirong didn't dare to look at He Sichen again, he just lowered his head and clenched his fists.

To put it bluntly, he is just a student who is still in school, and he has no ability to fight back against a wily guy like He Sichen.

"I'll call your teacher in a while, come with me now."

He Sichen stood beside Qiao Zirong, slightly reaching out his hand towards him.

Qiao Zirong looked at those hands without moving.

"I'm going to class now, let's talk about it on the weekend."

"Hey, Qiao Zirong, you don't think you're asking for your opinion, do you?" He Sichen pulled Qiao Zirong up from the chair, and then put it on his shoulders: "You'd better be more aware of current affairs when you're with me. His temper is not very good."

Qiao Zirong struggled wildly, he slapped He Sichen's back hard, trying to twist it off.

"How come I don't know current affairs when I have to go to class?"

The smile in He Sichen's eyes disappeared, the curve of his lips was smoothed out little by little, and he patted Qiao Zirong's upturned butt with his big hand.

With a crisp 'crack', Qiao Zirong's face suddenly turned red.

"Don't fuck my ass!!!"

"If you dare to swear in front of me, I have plenty of ways to cure you." He Sichen looked at Qiao Zirong's face, which was already red to the neck, and smiled scatteredly.

"Before you saw me, you skipped class and ate junk food. After seeing me, you changed your mind and went to class. What, am I a scourge?"

Throwing the man into the car, He Sichen leaned on the seat with his head propped up and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Qiao Zirong recalled the threat just now, and held back the dirty words he was going to say.

The scourge?This man can really put gold on his face.

He is simply a mad dog going down the mountain, biting anyone he sees.

"Move to live with me tonight, now go buy the daily necessities you need, and dye the fur of a colorful parrot like you, don't let me say it again."

He Sichen tugged on his tie, his eyes were tinged with irritability.

Qiao Zirong looked at the unsuspecting man in front of him, shut his mouth wisely and shrunk himself into a ball to minimize his presence.

He Sichen helped him pay back the money, and from now on he is his biggest creditor.

He couldn't afford to repay the huge favor, let alone he was completely incapable of competing against He Sichen.

Rather than being beaten, he would rather shut his mouth and wait for death in peace.

Glancing at Qiao Zirong from the corner of the eye, he was curled up into a ball, looking like a pissed off daughter-in-law.

Turning slightly sideways, He Sichen reached out to Qiao Zirong.

Qiao Zirong covered his head in fright because He Sichen wanted to fuck him up: "You hit me even if I didn't fucking speak!!"

The seat belt was pulled out by He Sichen and buckled in the buckle, He Sichen raised his eyebrows and even whistled in a somewhat disgruntled manner.

"So you like this."

Qiao Zirong cursed subconsciously: I like your mother..."

However, when he caught his gaze halfway through the conversation, the elegant Chinese words immediately tied a Chinese knot on the tip of the tongue: "I like your mother... Mom's cooking skills are so delicious hahaha..."

He Sichen's expression was half a smile, his slender arms rested on the steering wheel, and the other hand pinched Qiao Zirong's chin: "Let's not take this as an example, let's charge some interest this time."

As he said that, he bit his lip hard, and he didn't let go until he tasted the smell of blood.

Qiao Zirong burst into tears of pain, he gritted his teeth and swallowed, aggrieved and pitiful.

"Only by hurting you can you have a long memory."

............

When it was time for lunch break, Wen Ling was the first to run out excitedly.

I heard that there is pork chop rice today. Last time, because of that rotten egg, did he seriously taste the taste of pork chops? He must eat pork chops today! !

The moment the bell rang, Wen Ling took the lead and rushed forward, his short legs tumbling fast.

However, within two steps, Wen Ling was grabbed by fate's little neck.

"Put me down quickly!! I want to eat pork chop rice!!" Wen Ling kicked his legs angrily when he saw Shen Yan's delicate eyebrows.

"Dare to stop me from eating, I think you are lighting a lantern in the toilet, looking for shit!!"

Shen Yan's dark eyes were fixed on Wen Ling, he didn't show any expression, he just held Wen Ling's collar and stared at him like this.

Wen Ling's voice gradually weakened, and he raised his moist brown eyes, innocent and anxious: "You are my little dog, you should drag me to the front of the crowd by sprinting [-] meters!!"

Shen Yan finally let out a sneer: "So you still know that I should pull you."

"Want to eat pork chop rice?" Shen Yan raised her eyebrows as she watched Wen Ling frequently turn her head to look at the crowd that had gone farther and farther away.

Wen Ling was on the verge of crying. Pork chop rice is only cooked once every two weeks. !

Seeing that the little guy's eyes were filled with tears, making those eyes even brighter, Shen Yan finally let go of him and hugged him up.

"Kiss me, brother will take you out to eat, huh?"

Wen Ling was growling with hunger, and in the morning, in order to bring the two of them closer together, he gave them all the meat buns.

So Wen Ling didn't care about other things, and just held Shen Yan's head and said "boo chi" and took a bite.

Shen Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, the little guy was soft and sweet, the kiss just now seemed to be covered with soft cotton candy, it was so soft that he wanted to go crazy.

Suppressing the dirty thoughts in her heart, Shen Yan carried him skillfully over the school wall.

However, as soon as they climbed out of the fence, they were surrounded by everyone.

The leader with a big bald head is particularly glaring. He still has a splint on his arm, and his eyes are fierce.

"Grandma, I let you, a little bastard, sneak attack last time, and you kid, I didn't teach you a lesson before. Today is a coincidence. Don't even try to run away! It's not in vain that I squatted for so many days."

Shen Yan stood behind, his eyes were cold and gloomy, his tall and thin body stood upright like a cedar in the crowd.

He looked disdainfully at those little bastards, and lazily raised his lips: "Indeed, none of you should try to run away today."

"Fuck, you're so fucking annoying, are you?"

Song Rentou made way for the person behind him slightly.

"Let me tell you, I brought my elder brother here today. My elder brother Song Yixue is a well-known leader in this film!"

Wen Ling didn't know why, but suddenly covered his mouth and burst out laughing.

He was giggling non-stop, and the little dimple was also looming, looking extremely lovable.

"Send the head and the first blood, you two must be cannon fodder hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha have you two!!"

"Brother, he looks down on us, beat him up!"

As a result, dozens of punks swarmed up, and the narrow alley was hard to push and squeeze.

There was a bloody smell in Shen Yan's eyes, the tip of his tongue pressed against his back molars and smiled, and he was about to make a move, but he didn't want Wen Ling to stand in front of him.

He grabbed Song Yixue's arm, throwing him like a piece of noodles from Haidilao.

"I, Megatron, will order some delicious fruit for you today!!"