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"..."

After a strange silence, Yalar made a movement that was beyond Mammon's expectation - the latter stretched out his hand and pinched his face.

……

"I'm not in a very good mood right now, and I love His Highness Qian very much." Yalar smiled and increased his hand strength, "So, don't grab [-] to [-]."

Mammon was taken aback for a moment, then frowned and slapped his hand away, enduring the pain in her cheek, and said calmly: "It's impolite to laugh at other people's names, brat."

Aral shrugged indifferently when he heard the words, his eyes flickered, and suddenly he fixed somewhere and let out an exclamation.

"..." The veins on Mamen's forehead popped up, and she could hardly stand this person who likes to be surprised. Who knew that the other party didn't care about his thoughts at all, and stretched out a hand towards his neck, Mamen His back tightened, even if he pulled the wound, he pushed Yalar away from him——

"It hurts—!" Yalar groaned in pain, his hand scratched a scratch on the gravel, and there was dirty dust, and he muttered dissatisfiedly, "Hey! What are you doing?!" Linda added , This is the second time today that his back has been injured. Hey, how difficult is this group of people with his spine?Flip the table!

...I just wanted to ask what you want to do?

Mamen didn't make a sound, just took out the phone by herself, quickly pressed a few keys, and put it to her ear. Considering that the other party had just picked up the phone, she said in a deep voice, "Come and pick me up in the school parking lot."

After that, Gu Ji didn't even give the other party a chance to speak, so he hung up the phone on his own.

Yalar watched from the side, thinking to himself that he was another stinky young master.

After thinking for a while, he said, "Well, your clothes are unbuttoned."

Mammon looked down and saw that the button on the neckline was indeed a little loose, and it was hanging here by the last thread - probably it was accidentally pulled during the fight just now... But so what?

Mammon stared impatiently at the kid in front of him, what can I say if the button is off?

"I have needle and thread here, do you want to mend it? ... Hey, why are you looking at me like this?" Yalar, who was still smiling at the beginning of the sentence, saw Mammon's strange squinting eyes, and immediately suppressed his smile.

freak.

I have already defined the person in front of me, and I don't bother to talk to him at all.

"I have a sewing class, so I have needles and threads on my body. Wouldn't it be better to explain it this way?" Aral scratched his head, and also thought that His Majesty Mamen probably regarded him as a sissy who loves embroidery.

...It's not better at all, is it normal for a big man to take a sewing class?Mammon pursed her lips and remained silent.

Who knows, when Yalar saw that he was silent, he thought that the other party had reluctantly accepted his idea, and immediately excitedly flipped through his schoolbag, took out a needle and thread, and leaned in front of him——

Mammon's eyes widened, his pupils shrunk—what the hell is this man doing? "No need to make up, just throw it away."

The words fell, and in exchange for a light slap on the back of the head—it probably hit the wound, Mamen hummed lightly, in exchange for repeated apologies from the other party. After that, Yalar said patiently: "The clothes are still fine, Even if the button falls off, it can still be worn after washing, so don’t waste it.”… Saving is a virtue.

"No need."

Tightly pursing her thin lips, she gritted her teeth in rejection.

Yalar restrained his urge to slap the person in front of him again on the back of the head, stretched out his hand compulsively, grabbed his collar, opened the seam, and grinned grinningly—"Refusal is useless, if you don't let me sew, I have to sew today After sewing, you can go home and throw it away!"

Mamen raised her hand to push away someone lying on her body who was threading the needle with her heart, but when her hand touched the other person's shoulder, she suddenly stopped as if thinking of something, and froze in mid-air——

With a slight bow, the lips can touch the distance of the other person's forehead.

Mammon frowned, his neck tilted back uncontrollably, in exchange for Yalar's big eyes: "Don't move!"

……

The moment they got so close, even their breathing seemed to be intertwined.

……

But there are always people who come to spoil the scenery =, =.

"Yo - which one is this?"

A flamboyant tone came from the entrance of the parking lot, and the two people in the parking lot froze—even he didn’t notice the person coming, and Yalaer could be said to be concentrating on mending things. do what? ...

Mamen looked at her elder brother Diao Erlang standing at the door swaying every step, and plucked his hair irritably... Forget it.

Yalaer was startled by the sound, trembling his hands, a needle was almost inserted into Mamen's neck (the person who failed the sewing class...), turned his head to look at the man at the door, turned his face and approached Mamen The door looked at it, and gave a thankful sound as if the appraisal was completed, then lowered his eyebrows, and leaned over to bite off the unused thread very skillfully.

When he raised his body, the tip of his nose quickly brushed against Mammon's chin, for a split second, almost imperceptible.

Mammon froze all over, with a strangely unnatural expression.

Edward had a panoramic view of everything at the gate of the station, and whistled loudly: "Brother, the new horse is good and virtuous enough."

Glancing at his out-of-focus elder brother, he helped Yalaer stand up with his strength, Mamen supported his waist, and let out a muffled snort.

The white-clothed veterinarian immediately took a step forward to act as a crutch, and supported His Royal Highness Mammon. He still smiled and explained to his royal brother in a good-tempered manner: "You misunderstood, I just happened to pass by."

"Oh," Edward stroked the stubble on his chin, showing a hint of cynicism, his eyes flickering, "Thank you so much... Well, what's your name?"

Taking over his younger brother from Alar, Edward poked him uninterestedly to confirm that he would not die, easily supported half of Mammon's weight, and was able to spare his energy to distract and talk to Alar who was following him.

Edward's question reminded Mammon that he didn't seem to know what this kid's name was...

Yalar grinned, his defenseless appearance made Edward the big bad wolf stand up and flick his tail twice like a "white rabbit radar".

"My name is--"

"Do not say."

"..."

"..."

Aral, who was interrupted, and Edward, who failed to proceed smoothly in the order of "name first, then phone, and finally bed", looked at Mammon who said such a sentence with reproach at the same time.

Mammon glanced at Edward contemptuously, and snorted coldly: "Tell him his name, he will be pregnant."

"..."

"..."

Yalar's first reaction was to refute—I'm not a woman——convex, what a fart.In the second second, it suddenly occurred to me that my father had also made such a low-level joke, and he and his stepmother foolishly believed that men can get pregnant too... Although it was a long time ago, he still The memory is still fresh - it was only after that incident that he discovered that what his father said was not [-]% credible.

Under the strange eyes of the two brothers next to him, Yalar laughed out loud, and then said cheerfully, "Yalal Morakot."

Edward eagerly continued: "It's an honor to meet you, Edward Reguis. This is my younger brother, Mammon Reguis."

After all, reach out your hand.

Yalar also smiled and stretched out his hand, and the two shook hands lightly.

His Highness Mammon, who was completely ignored, turned his face darkly.

Compared to Mammon, Edward's face is simply bright and bright: "Then, student Yalaer (Student Yalaer, Mamen snorted heavily), I drove here, it's getting late, where do you live? Shall I take you back first?" As he spoke, he poked Mamen again, "This kid is fine, he won't die if he goes to the hospital later."

Yalar subconsciously wanted to refuse, but when the words came to his mouth, he suddenly remembered—plus the waiting for the fight and the aftermath of the fight, it seems a bit late... It doesn’t matter usually, the key is——

Uncle.

Uncle! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! TAT... What if uncle can't wait to go back by himself and leaves first after dinner? !

what to do? ! ! ! ! !

He has been looking forward to the family reunion for a long time! ! !

The uncle who has been looking forward to for a long time——

At this time, the three of them had already reached Mamen's parking lot.

Yalar scratched his head in embarrassment, and said, "Then trouble you—" While talking, Yalar looked up, and Yalar suddenly saw the only car parked alone at the school gate at the moment, and the last word "了" seemed to be stuck. died in the throat.

that car...

that car...

= Mouth =...

"Ah, I didn't abuse my authority to mobilize the patrol car!!" Edward saw Yalar's surprised expression, he was a little strange, and explained without knowing it, "I just happened to be on duty, ah haha, this car is specially used by the bureau. How about the one sent to me? Land Rover, isn’t it handsome?”

correct.

At this moment, what stopped in front of Yalar was a police car shining like a bright star.

…Have you ever seen a police car send a mafia back to its lair for being a “good citizen”?

no……

So Yalar is haggard physically and mentally at the moment, and he doesn't even have the strength to raise his paw to slap his mouth—God knows, since that arrogant talk back, his father hasn't given him a good look TAT for a few days, so this is the fire Add fuel to the fire or add fuel to the fire or add fuel to the fire~~~~? !

Edward, who is very proud of his car, completely thought that Aral was overwhelmed by the gorgeousness of his car, and he sighed in his heart that Mamen's school actually had ordinary children from ordinary people, so he continued to cast another car with love. A heavy bomb——"My dad bought this car for me when I was 20 years old, haha, he said at that time that it must be imprinted with the hall mark in the future, you know, Regis, but Very old police family—”

When Edward said that, there was a hint of pride on his young and resolute face, sweeping away his previous foolishness.

Aral was silent, and the last five words of Edward's words echoed in his mind——

Police family - oh -

...a future heir to a mafia family who rescued a member of a police family—oh—

And hitching a ride with the cops--home--oh--

……

Seeing that Yalar's eyes were dull and he didn't speak, Edward finally realized what he was doing, touched his nose resentfully, and said awkwardly: "Did I talk too much, cough cough, get in the car, get in the car, kid , tell me where is your home?"

"..."

"Huh? Why doesn't Mao speak?"

Mamen, who got into the car first, poked her head out of the car window, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of her mouth, she asked abruptly, "Brother, how many bullets are in your gun?"

"...This is a secret, why?"

"Oh, I just want to tell you that if you go alone to the important place of the mafia family, you should first say hello to your father and ask him if you are ordered to go back and let him break your dog's legs."

...Yes, I love Your Highness Qian very much, you have told the truth.My dad would break my dog ​​legs too.Yalar covered his face and thought gloomily...

……and many more.

What did he say =mouth=.

Alar glared at Mammon.

Edward finally came to his senses: "Mafia? Hello? What Mafia?!"

His Majesty Mammon, who had been emptied before and now finally returned to the center of sight, retracted his leaning posture, lay relaxed on the back seat, closed his eyes and snorted: "Morak, the famous mafia family in Sicily—the black Planter, isn't he? Brat?"