My Sister is Fuji

The movement of Qiuming's hand into his pocket was stared at by the sharp-eyed Su Mu.

Qiu Ming lowered his head, on the surface he endured Fujiang's ridicule and contempt, but secretly he secretly clenched the weapon in his pocket, suddenly burst out, and aimed the weapon in his hand at Fujiang's face.

"Ah!" Fu Jiang was startled, took a step back, and watched as the weapon in Qiuming's hand was stabbed into his face.

Su Mu couldn't just sit back and ignore it, at least Fujiang was his sister in name, and his left hand had already grasped Qiuming's right hand holding the murder weapon.

"Let me go!" Qiu Ming was completely mad and lost his mind. No matter what Su Mu said, Qiu Ming couldn't hear him.

Su Mu had no choice but to hit Qiu Ming's soft abdomen with his other hand, using physical means to force him to calm down.

A little bit above the abdomen, even if someone who exercises regularly, will be very uncomfortable if they are lightly hit by others, let alone hit hard.

Su Mu's so-called slight force made Qiu Ming feel a little uncomfortable covering his abdomen, like a bowed shrimp, his eyes were wide, and he was half-knelt on the ground weakly, his mouth made a "vomit" sound, and his mouth was full. It was saliva, the stomach acid was about to pour out, and the murder weapon in his hand fell to the ground. The pain left Qiu Ming completely devoid of pain, just like that crazy twisted appearance.

To deal with a guy who has lost his mind, he can only be forced to calm down by physical means. This is the best way, there is no one.

Su Mu glanced at the weapon on the ground. At first he thought it was a utility knife or something, but it turned out to be a green 2B pencil specially used for drawing.

However, Qiu Ming's purpose was very clear, and he stabbed Fujiang in the face.For this arrogant woman, the destruction of her beautiful face is absolutely intolerable.

Pencils are sharp, and sticking them in the face is no joke.Danger is often hidden in such inconspicuous things, and it doesn't seem to matter, but if you go down heavily, the power is not even inferior to some pocket knives.

Fujiang's face became gloomy, she understood Qiuming's purpose, but then saw Qiuming's vomit, and the stomach acid was about to spit out, and Fujiang was happy again.

"Giggle." Fujiang felt amused, and the mocking voice could just be heard by Qiuming, who was half-kneeling on the ground.

Su Mu was right in front of Qiuming, and it seemed like he was fighting for Fujiang's sake and fighting together.

This is too interesting.

Su Mu didn't understand where Fu Jiang's smile was, Fu Jiang giggled straight, and there was no haze on his face, just like the breeze blowing away a dark cloud, revealing the warm sunshine.

Although her smile was beautiful, Su Mu couldn't help but feel cold. Fujiang was such a terrifying woman.

Fujiang even felt that it was not enough, squatted down, showed a gentle appearance, looked at Qiuming, as if to encourage him to stand up again.

She really wanted to see Qiuming stand up again and was beaten to death by Su Mu. She really wanted to see Qiuming holding a knife, a steel pipe, even an ordinary brick. flow down.

Fujiang likes red, and likes bright and bright red. It can be like the flame of fireworks, or it can be red as coquettish as blood. It is so beautiful and beautiful.Just like the elegant people like to watch ballet, opera, and piano performances, in the eyes of the rough people, it is completely meaningless and incomprehensible.

Fujiang also felt that there was nothing new, only this red color was the ballet performance that truly matched his identity.

It's a pity that Qiu Ming still can't slow down. The pain makes Qiu Ming cover his stomach and he can't stand up. His forehead is full of beads of sweat.

The scene that Fujiang expected Qiuming to stand up and fight back did not happen, which made her feel boring, the smile on her face disappeared completely, and she said unabashedly in front of Qiuming: "Trash."

"Uh...uh." Qiu Ming's throat rolled, unable to spit out any sound.

This tragic situation is the only place where Qiu Ming can please Fujiang and feel a little joy.

10 minutes after school, almost everyone left.Only a few passers-by on the side of the road looked this way and didn't meddle in their own business.

The security guard at the school gate discovered this scene and looked this way from the window of the security room.

There is a fight at the school gate, and the school still needs to deal with it.

Feeling the sight of the surrounding, Su Mu felt troubled by the pedestrians who stopped to watch.

Fujiang didn't mean to leave at all, like a naughty child who used a straw to pick up a dead bug's corpse, teasing the half-kneeling Qiuming.

Seeing that the security guard came out of the security room, Su Mu had to grab Fujiang's hand and walk away.

There was nothing serious about Qiu Ming. Su Mu knew how much force he had used. At most, he would kneel on the ground for a while, and then he would be fine.

Fu Jiang was a little resistant at first, but looking at Su Mu's profile, his face was a little subtle, and he followed behind him.

After walking a distance and making sure that no one was following, Su Mu stopped and looked at Fujiang.

Fujiang also looked at Su Mu with interest, wanting to hear what his brother wanted to say.

Su Mu let go of Fu Jiang's hand, took a step back, and looked at Fu Jiang seriously: "Who the hell are you?"

But Fu Jiang approached, grabbed Su Mu's hand, and said softly, "Of course it's your sister, why are you so scared."

Su Mu was sweating coldly, and Fu Jiang's gentle and beautiful appearance made Su Mu terrified, and felt that Fu Jiang was disguising it like this.

Obviously, as long as he exerts a little force, he can easily pull his hand out of Fujiang's hand.

But Fujiang's hand is very smooth, and the touch is like a fine jade, which makes people not want to let go.

It was this wonderful thought that made Su Mu more and more panicked, just like the animals who felt the earthquake before the coming of the earthquake and wanted to leave Fujiang far away.

"I don't believe, what did you do to make Qiu Ming like this." Su Mu squeezed out a dry voice from her throat.

"I didn't do anything, you will fall in love with me just like him." Fujiang said confidently.

Su Mu found that Fu Jiang was looking at him tenderly, with a trace of confusion in his eyes.

This made Su Mu even more panicked, but forced herself to calm down.

"What the hell are you?" Su Mu seemed to be asking Fujiang, and also seemed to be talking to himself.

The word "thing" made Fujiang frown unhappily. Looking at Su Mu, the unpleasant emotion quickly disappeared. He giggled and touched Su Mu's face, very gentle, feeling Su Mu's Nervous, Fu Jiang reached into Su Mu's pocket, took out a tissue, and gently wiped the cold sweat from Su Mu's forehead: "Is it that hot?"

"How do you know I have a tissue in my pocket..." Su Mu stared at the tissue that Fu Jiang threw away, the haze of fear wandered all over his body, as if his hand was cut by glass, and the tiny glass shards flowed with the blood To the heart, the unreasonable and absurd association, the broken glass will kill him.

"I guess." Fu Jiang smiled, his face was close to Su Mu, and the moist red lips like a dandan spit out soft words: "Don't think nonsense."