Senior, please forgive me!don't pull my skirt

Thanks for the courier, it just saved me who didn't know how to answer Zhang Jigang's call. I asked them if they needed help bringing things up. They said they didn't have anything to bring, so I took the key and went downstairs.

However, when I got to the back door, I didn't see anyone waiting like a courier.

I called the courier who sent the text message, but the courier cut off the phone and sent me a message: there was a problem with the last delivery, please wait a moment.

Okay, anyway, I don't really want to go back to the dormitory now, so I just happen to be alone.

I sat down on the edge of the flower bed on the side of the road outside the back door. There was no one around the back door at this point, and the wind blowing at night made my mind feel quiet and cool.I can't help but recall the scene of Mu Junchen and Cheng Chan standing together today, and the interactions between them.

It seems that he was indeed drunk on Friday night. His girlfriend looks so beautiful and good, and she is a real woman. She ate all the swan meat. Why should he still think about my local chicken?

Native chickens have never been on the table since they were young. They are dirty, earthy and ugly. Anyone can kick them and eat them with rice husks. Later, someone likes them. They are prettier and their feathers are colorful. Zhuo Liang, relying on this passionate and absurd love, the native chicken also began to become arrogant and inflated, treating itself like a peacock, flapping its wings twice and wanting to fly.

Unexpectedly, he was suddenly turned into a mess by the heavy rain, his beautiful feathers were all knocked off, and he was bald and ugly. When he looked up, he saw a swan. Only then did he realize how ridiculous it was to be so arrogant and self-righteous before.

A native chicken is just a native chicken. If some people like it, it will be a little special. If no one likes it, it may be no different from the poultry raised in the chicken coop.

It's really boring. I just found out today that Mu Junchen used to dare to argue so much with Mu Junchen before. Even though he likes Lu Xiaoliu, the girl whose name I don't know, but he He also treated me genuinely, and he always bowed his head in many quarrels.

I started to regret it, I knew I wouldn't bother so much, I will do what Mu Junchen loves, at least those concerns are true and those cares are true, isn't it all right?How can people be so greedy, they want to be favored when they get a little care, and it is not enough to be favored, they also want to be unique.

But now it's useless to regret so much, it's too late, Mu Junchen has a girlfriend.

In a daze, I felt like I had nothing but grandma.

Although it was like this before, I was used to it after all.

I sat on the edge of the flower bed, feeling so uncomfortable that I could hardly breathe. Tears suddenly fell down like beans, hitting the fabric of my knees one by one. I thought distractedly, this is really as big as a bean, the book The metaphors commonly used in the book are quite close to life.

"Wife? Why are you sitting here crying? Which bastard bullied you!"

Suddenly a cold voice broke into my world, and it looked a little familiar. I looked up and saw a dark-skinned tall boy parked a small three-wheeled motorcycle by the side of the road and got off the car. He came straight to me, frowned and asked, "What's the matter? Who made you cry? You tell me, I'll beat him to death."

I looked at Yuan Ye in a daze, and the first thought in my mind was why does this black rice cake speak so much like Mu Junchen?

Then the second thought is: I am Nima!The one in front of me is fucking Yuan Ye! ! !

The alarm sounded all over my body, I rolled my eyes and found that there was no one around at the moment, I swallowed my saliva and stood up calmly: "You, what are you doing here?"

"I'm here to deliver the courier," Yuan Ye said.

Then I suddenly remembered that I came out to help Mu Junchen get the courier. I looked at the tricycle driven by Yuan Ye. The word "Fang Tong" was written on the iron body.

Could he be the courier who contacted me just now?Do you want to get the courier first or run away first?I stared at him hesitantly.

"I don't eat people, why do you always see me with this expression?" Before I could come to a conclusion, Yuan Ye had already grabbed my wrist.

All the hairs on my body stood on end, like a chick caught by an eagle.

I fucking thought he was going to eat people!

"I don't have a tissue on me." Yuan Ye said suddenly without thinking, and then took off half of the coat with his free hand, pulled his arm out of the sleeve of the coat, grabbed the sleeve of the sweater inside, and threw it at my face Come together.

I dodged subconsciously.

"What are you doing? Dislike me?" Yuan Ye frowned unhappily, glanced at his sleeve, and said, "The one inside was just changed today. I don't have the habit of carrying tissues. You just wipe them. Boys, don't You are so picky and awkward, although your crying appearance is quite to my taste, but it is embarrassing on the road, wipe it."

He grabbed his sleeve and was about to wipe my face.

I hastily raised my arm and wiped it myself.

Yuan Ye's expression became even more upset. I was afraid that he would beat someone if he couldn't help it, so he pulled his hand vigorously: "You, you, you, let me go, there is uncle the doorman at the back door..."

"What's wrong with the doorman uncle? Did I do something?" Yuan Ye looked nonchalant, "I just grabbed your hand? What's wrong with the man and the man's hand? You're not a girl."

He suddenly leaned forward, put his hands around my back and wrapped my waist, lowered his head and said: "I can't shout molestation."