strange lover

The rich Sheng Songyang and the rich Shen Dandan led the poor Lou far away, followed by Zhang Hong with a bruised nose and a very annoying teacher on duty.Old Antique shouted about the school rules and moral integrity, Shen Dandan looked at Zhang Hong who was weary in his hand, the blood on his cheeks had already solidified, and he looked a little hideous from a distance.

In fact, every time Shen Dandan beat someone up, he would feel a slight sense of guilt, and this sense of guilt drove him to extend cordial condolences to these victims.Boss Shen slowed down and waited for the two people behind. Now Zhang Hong saw Shen Dandan like a mouse seeing a cat. He bent down to seek the protection of the teacher on duty, but was pulled out by Shen Dandan.

The teacher on duty immediately raised an issue: "What are you doing! Are you going to fight in front of me?!"

Shen Dandan was about to annoy this teacher to death, he said calmly without expression, as if giving an ultimatum: "Old man, I only give you face because of your age, don't challenge my bottom line."

"You!...You have no respect!"

Shen Dandan smiled lightly, his dark green hair looked even more dazzling in the sunlight: "I'm a hooligan, are you reasoning with a hooligan?"

"Old man, I really have a bad temper. Don't blame me for not reminding you. Now I am respecting the old and loving the young."

After settling down Old Antique, the two elder brothers Shen put their arms around Zhang Hong's neck, and asked him a question in his ear: "Isn't the little one often bullied at school?"

Zhang Hongcheng nodded and shook his head in fear, and Shen Dandan patted his forehead in a coaxing tone: "It's okay, tell the truth, I won't beat you again."

"Um……"

"Then what kind of people usually bully him?"

"Wha...everyone..." Zhang Hong said what he saw on a daily basis, "I don't belong to the same class as him, but I saw him surrounded by several people in the men's room a few days ago. It's..."

"And then?" Shen Dandan's expression remained unchanged, "You won't go up and get involved too, will you?"

"No no no no! Then I'll come out right away!"

"Oh——" He dragged his voice, and then kicked him hard, Zhang Hong wailed, as if he didn't understand why he was beaten when he told the truth.

Shen Dan's words clanged, and Zhang Hong trembled: "You saw that he was surrounded by people, and you wouldn't go up to help?"

"I... I won't do it anymore!"

"And in the future?! Do you still want him to continue to be beaten?"

"No no no no! I didn't mean that!"

"After that he was bullied, do you know what to do?"

"I know, I know! I will be beaten for him in the future!"

"Well, yes, the ideological awareness is good."

Sheng Songyang hailed a car, turned his head and signaled Shen Dandan and the others to get in the car, and when they got in the car, he stuffed a bank card into Shen Dandan's hand, gave him a look, and then slammed the door shut with a "bang" .

Soon Louyuan took a mouthful of car exhaust. He stared blankly at the butt of the taxi, and said in a daze, "How did we get there? We haven't gotten into the car yet..."

"Let's go somewhere else." Sheng Songyang answered him.

Xinjue shopping mall opened on time at ten o'clock. The shopping mall in the morning was extremely deserted. Sheng Songyang started to enter the clothing store according to the edge of his eyes. It was rare for the salesperson to meet walking RMB so early.

"Hello, what do you want to buy?"

Sheng Songyang was decisive: "Clothes suitable for this season."

"Is it just clothes? Do you need pants to match?"

"All."

The salesperson tilted his head and looked at Lou Yuanyuan who was at a loss standing at the door: "Is it you or...he wants to buy?"

"he."

Then Louyuan was driven away from the shelves, and I realized what the troubles of the rich are——

The latest sea blue embroidered shirt, it is said that sea blue is the popular color of the season; red and white graffiti sweater with irregular stripes, the salesperson explained that only teenagers like Lou Yuanyuan's age can wear this sweater in line with the theme of this sweater; washed seven points Straight-leg jeans paired with classic white sneakers, Sheng Songyang sat quietly on the sofa, watching the building change from one set of clothes to another.

"This sweater is very suitable for him. He is white, and it is difficult for ordinary people to wear this color so beautifully."

Sheng Songyang was straightforward, without moving his expression: "Buy."

"This shirt looks very classy! He looks very shy and the color suits him."

"purchase."

"The trousers look like he has very long legs, and they are black. They can be worn with anything on weekdays."

"purchase."

"This hoodie..."

"This coat..."

"Buy." "Buy." "purchase."

Lou Yuanyuan seemed like a puppet at the mercy of others. His speed of changing clothes was not as fast as Sheng Songyang's calling for purchases. The fitting room he entered was quickly filled with all kinds of clothes.The salesperson smiled and took out all the clothes he had tried, and then handed him new ones.

Buying clothes can be so tiring, this is the first thought that popped into Lou Yuanyuan's mind when he was buttoning up his shirt numbly.

Fortunately, Sheng Songyang still had a bit of sanity left. He realized that Lou Yuan could change into different clothes for at least ten days and finally stopped: "Okay, let's do this first."

The salesperson got a week's performance on Sheng Songyang alone, and the smile on her face was brighter than the lights in the store: "Okay, okay, do you pay by card?"

"Swipe the card." Sheng Songyang stood up leisurely, and said to Lou Yuanyuan, "You go to the door and wait for me."

Lou Yuanyuan was so tired that his mouth was parched, he let out a long sigh of relief, his back was wet with sweat.

Sheng Songyang checked out very quickly, Lou watched him walk out empty-handed from a distance, and asked in confusion, "Where are the clothes?"

"Sent it home."

"how much did you spend?"

"A little bit." Sheng Songyang easily brought the topic of money over. He noticed the bangs sticking together on his forehead and asked him, "Tired?"

Lou Yuanyuan shook his head vigorously: "No..."

"Are you happy?"

"Ah..." Sheng Songyang asked vaguely, Lou Yuanyuan thought he heard it wrong.

Sheng Songyang asked again: "Are you happy?"

Who would be unhappy?How many times he came to the mall with his aunt, he could only stare blankly at these brand-new and beautiful clothes, watching Weng Hao become the center of the salesperson, while he could only wear those outdated old clothes that faded and no one wanted them. He was laughed at again.

No one can resist something that symbolizes beauty, even Lou Yuanyuan, who has resigned himself to his fate before and figured out his own position.

Immediately, he saw the corners of Lou Yuanyuan's slightly raised mouth, which was obvious, and he did not deliberately hide it; the blush on his face was still hot, and he seemed to be many times more energetic than the sickly Lou Yuanyuan before.

"Happy...Brother Yangyang, thank you..." He heard him reply.

It seemed that something poked his heart lightly in a corner he couldn't see. The feeling invaded the internal organs and spread to the limbs. Sheng Songyang swallowed silently, at least he maintained his cool brother's expression .

"That's good."