The cold and ruthless school bully's school god, Xiaojiaofu

Many people around have already raised their mobile phones to secretly take pictures. The combination of handsome men and beautiful women is always two pairs. If this kind of scene is wrong, we can only wait for another two years.

When Yue Tai opened this bar, he didn't expect his cousin's classmates to be so big.

I heard that there are two couples coming, and I thought, this is a good opportunity for publicity.

In the 21st century, as long as you have the Internet, you can be popular.

When the photo of the four of them was exposed on the Internet, it quickly rushed to the hot search preliminary list. Compared with the last time the hot search on the side view photos was based on the sponsorship of "Top Ten Most Beautiful Campuses", this time the hot search It was completely painted by some Yangou.

It's real traffic.

"I'll go, what kind of fairy combination is this?"

"Campus youth style with long-haired male god, literary retro style with ruthless school bully, my God, each of them grows on my aesthetic G. point."

"Go upstairs and talk to my heart."

"Speak a little more if you can."

"Real name request for information."

"Students from No. [-] Middle School and Attached Middle School in Zhanning City, two of the boys are still in the same class."

"This rotten girl came here uninvited, how do these two boys feel about each other?"

"Uh, that's pretty good, but what do you mean by rotten girl?"

Rotten Girl: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

"Uh, that's great. Our Xueshen also has a Weibo account, show me the way."

A large number of rotten girls quickly followed Bianjing's Weibo, and then quickly left a message under Bianjing's Weibo: "Ah, brother, we are new fans. The photos taken by Ning are so beautiful, Mrs. Immortal!"

Messages like this basically went all over his comments, and Bian Jing casually replied to a new fan: "Thank you."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Bian Jing didn't quite understand this groundhog call, so he clicked on Cousin Yueyang's Weibo, and saw that he had posted a picture and the location of the bookstore.

The photo was taken by Xie Ting, Xiao Qiangwei, herself, and Zheng Xue squeezed together on a sofa.

He sat in the middle with Xie Ting, with his trouser legs sticking to his trouser legs, and Xie Ting looked at the camera very seriously.

When the person you like looks at you very seriously, the one who is attracted to you first can't stand it and often looks away first. Xie Ting's eyes are not soft, and his single eyelid makes him even a little sharp, and the whole face already has a faint outline of a man.

The beauties sitting on both sides of the sofa seemed to look down on each other faintly. Xiao Qiangwei tried her best to suppress her nature and tried her best to play the role of the gentle girlfriend of the school bully, but she could still see her disdain for Zheng Xue.

Zheng Xue was more straightforward. She didn't like Xiao Qiangwei, but she didn't like it. She didn't even look at the camera, and took a sideways shot.

The side scene looked at the photo carefully, clicked, and saved the picture.

Since Xie Ting came back from the party yesterday, he arranged a guest room for him, so he was very unhappy and went back to his own room to fiddle. Bian Jing slept quite well.

Xie's quilts are dried regularly, and the one he covered smells like sunshine.

Woke up in the morning and played with his mobile phone for a while, Bian Jing still remembered his purpose of coming here, knocked on Xie Ting's door, but no one answered.

I went downstairs to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and took a look. There were eggs and bread.

Xie Ting saw this scene when he got up early and came back from morning exercise. He finally understood why his father liked to stand at the door and watch his mother cooking in the kitchen.

Because it was fireworks day.

Maybe because he just got up, Bian Jing's hair was not tied up, leaving it scattered behind his head and shoulders.

It was obviously not dyed, but the warm light of the morning sun turned it pale yellow, forming a halo.

What is that photo yesterday, I should really take a picture of the current side view, it is so handsome.

Xie Ting walked up and hugged Bian Jing with his arms around his waist. Bian Jing was taken aback, the fried eggs in his hand were all scattered, his heartbeat almost jumped out of his throat, and he asked, "What are you doing?"

Xie Ting buried his head on Bianjing's neck, took a breath, and said, "Like my dad, hug my mom?"

Bian Jing thought that he was missing his parents, so he reached out and touched his head, and said, "Okay, auntie and uncle have to work, so be good!"

After speaking, he turned over the battered fried egg, beat another one and fried it.

Xie Ting let go of him, and said with a smile, "You think I'm a three-year-old? Coax me like this."

Bian Jing felt that he really looked like a three-year-old just now, and asked, "Isn't it? Thank you three-year-old."

"No, I'm four years old." Xie Ting denied it by stretching out his index finger.

Bian Jing had nothing to do with him, continued to cook eggs, shook his head: "Okay, thank you four years old."

Xie Ting reached out and ate the battered egg, took a bite and vomited into the trash can: "It's so bitter."

Bian Jing, the housekeeper, said: "Of course the burnt one is bitter, you eat the one I fried."

There was already a fried egg on the plate on the other side, Xie Ting had to hug Bian Jing to get it, so when Xie Ting's breath surrounded Bian Jing for the second time, Bian Jing didn't even dare to breathe up.

In the end, Xie Ting reminded him: "Brother Jing, you're going to burn out again."

"Oh oh fuck?"