Cannon fodder slag attack was attacked by thousands of fans

The scene was awkward for a while, the air flow slowed down, sweat dripped on Han Jin's forehead, and the corners of his eyes were a little red, as if he saw his relatives when he was wronged.

Cheng Xi's eyes moved slightly, and Mo Qingfeng stared at Han Jin's undisguised admiration, and there was a hint of predation in his eyes.

"Boss, your coffee." Cheng Xi put the bag in his hand on the dining table.

"Xiao Xi, are you asking for leave to date this kid?" Mo Qingfeng still smiled gently, but Han Jin actually trembled - Slag Gong No. [-] will not deal with him, will he?

Recalling the plot in the book, when the slag attack was out, he had been madly slammed in the oranges eight hundred times, and naturally he would not be regarded as a rival by this person.But now he has no oranges.

"Misunderstanding." Two words almost blurted out, and the phone ringing in Han Jin's schoolbag broke the silence.

Han Jin quickly took out his mobile phone, and yelled at the top of his voice, "Ah? Don't worry, don't worry, I'll be right over."

Then hung up the phone, picked up the schoolbag and said anxiously to the two:

"Sorry, I left early."

Then, with oil on the soles of his feet, he rushed out of the Sichuan restaurant.

After running a long way, Han Jin bent down and supported his knees to pant heavily, and there was still a thumping sound from his heart.

"Tell you to talk nonsense, tell you to talk nonsense." Han Jin slapped his mouth twice, remembering that Cheng Xi was behind him just now, and he heard his words clearly, his face burned like something.

Finally, the impression of the "crazy suitor" on Cheng Xi's side has been lowered. Now that it's over, I guess we have to add another "paranoid suitor".

Wait, why would he say that?Aren't you awakened?Isn't it a background board with so much emotion?

Oh - it must be that Cheng Xi will be abused in the future, and his heart is too pitiful. As the only man who knows the plot, he must "speech wild words" in order to reduce the degree of Cheng Xi's future abuse - this is his responsibility, As a socialist successor, he cannot turn a blind eye.

Right, that is it.He is such a good guy background board, a righteous protagonist Gong who doesn't know where he is, please show some face when we meet later.

Han Jin's breathing gradually calmed down, he stood up straight, patted his chest and took a deep breath, when the phone rang again.

As soon as the phone was connected, Xin Teng's brisk voice came: "Young Master Han, I'll send the address to your mobile phone. Don't worry, take your time."

Han Jin was confused, "What address?"

"Ah? It's the address where I made an appointment with Cheng Xi." Xin Teng couldn't see that Han Jin's breath was stagnant, and continued:

"Don't worry, I'm still talking about 'tuition' this time. By the way, Young Master Han, do I still need to take the medicine? I've prepared it here... Hello? Hello?"

Xin Teng looked at the screen of the phone in a daze, and found that the phone had been hung up, and when he called back, it was in the "off" state.

At this moment, Han Jin was standing on the empty street, looking at the black screen of his mobile phone, and really wanted to ask God if he could report Xin Teng.

……

Sichuan cuisine was too much to eat, Han Jin had nothing to do, and he didn't want to go home so early, anyway, he was the only one going back, so why not see what can make up for the psychological loss of not eating Sichuan cuisine just now.

After getting in the car, Han Jin said directly to the master, "Go to the nearest snack street."

The driver did his duty, collected the money, and after going around the street, he turned a corner and came to the entrance of a snack street: Yafu Snack Street.

Looking around, there are two rows of food stalls exuding various aromas, such as grilled sausages, grilled cold noodles, mutton skewers, steamed buns, sixtieth vermicelli, grilled chicken, burgers, rice noodles with meat sauce, etc. , Han Jin looked at it, and swallowed sharply.

All kinds of scents are mixed together and floated in the air. Pedestrians on the street will stop when they smell the smell, and even if they are in a hurry, they will come to take away a string of the most convenient mutton skewers.

Han Jin was not in a hurry, he walked to the first booth and looked at the owner holding a string of roasted ham sausages covered in red chili oil in his left hand, and brushing a small pot in his right hand, white sesame seeds falling on the meat On the fresh and tender intestines, I handed it to a customer on the opposite side. The customer took a bite immediately and walked away satisfied.

"Give me a bunch too."

Suddenly, Han Jin sensed a child next to him, and looked down, it was a little girl about three or four years old, staring closely at the roasted ham sausage he just took with her fingers in her mouth.

Han Jin glanced at the roasted ham sausage, then at the little girl, and quickly determined that the child wanted to eat his roasted ham sausage.

The little girl was wearing a light pink sweater with a yellow neckline, washed white light jeans, and a pair of canvas shoes embroidered with red pandas. The canvas shoes were traces of cleaning and friction all year round, and the red pandas were stuck on the uppers. On, it is lifelike.

Standing beside the little girl was a woman with a pale complexion but exquisite facial features and exuding morbid beauty. The woman was dressed in ordinary clothes, holding a worn-out canvas bag in her hand, which was bulging and contained a lot of things.

The woman held the little girl's hand tightly, looked at the price on the sticker at the stall, and took out a crumpled ten yuan from her pocket, "I want a bunch of grilled ham sausage, not spicy, thank you."

The woman's voice was soft and gentle, with a hint of hoarseness.

"Mom, I don't eat, I don't like to eat this." The little girl pursed her lips tightly, as if she had the courage to resist her inner love for the things in front of her after thinking for a long time. After saying that, she stood on tiptoe , pawing the sign in front of the stall with both hands, the childish voice was small, but extremely firm:

"Uncle, we don't want this, sorry, I won't eat it."

The stall owner paused for taking the sausage, glanced at the mother and daughter, and put down the sausage.

"Xia Xia, it's okay, you can have one."

"Mom, mom, brother will be here soon, let's go."

"Xia Xia..."

Han Jin couldn't stand it anymore, and handed the freshly made roasted ham sausage to the little girl: "Baby, brother likes this string of shell bracelets on your hand very much, can I exchange this with you?"

The little girl raised her head to look at Han Jin in surprise, and found that it was her elder brother who had been standing beside her all the time. This older brother was fair-looking and had beautiful hands, much tenderer than her elder brother's.

"Mom." The little girl looked at the woman, waiting to see if she would let her accept things from strangers.During the period, from time to time, he sneaked a glance at the roasted ham and immediately looked away, as if he was afraid of being discovered.

The woman didn't say anything, but smiled gratefully at Han Jin. She has beautiful eyes, long eyelashes, and an irresistible soft beauty when she smiles.

Han Jin was slightly taken aback, as if he had seen this woman somewhere before.He gave the ham sausage to the little girl, and with her mother's permission, the little girl took off the bracelet and put it in Han Jin's hand.

"Thank you brother." The woman gently squeezed her daughter's little hand.

"Thank you brother." The little girl's immature voice finally had the cheerfulness it should have at her age.

"My brother also wants to thank you, this shell bracelet is so beautiful, my brother likes it very much."

A deal was completed, and Han Jin watched the little girl bouncing and following the woman to another place, and gradually disappeared into the alley around the corner.

An hour later, Han Jin, who was full at the snack street, took a taxi home and was surprised to find that the return journey only took half an hour.

magical!

Xin Teng was waiting at the gate of the villa, but when he saw Han Jin get off the car, he ran over immediately.

"Why are you here?" Han Jin frowned slightly, and wanted to report Xin Teng again.

"Young Master Han, I made an appointment with Cheng Xi at the bar at eight o'clock in the evening. It's still early, do you really not consider going to see him?" Xin Teng was very persistent about this. For a moment, Han Jin thought that this person It's his father - only a father would care so much about his son's lifelong events! ! !

"Are you sure you want to take tutoring at the bar?"

Oh my god, what kind of peerless novel is this? Are all the supporting characters in it so insane?

Xin Teng was taken aback, thought for a while, and didn't think there was anything wrong with "tuitioning" in the bar. Anyway, if Han Jin went to see Cheng Xi, it must not be tutoring.On the contrary, it is the lingering and charming atmosphere there, coupled with the effect of alcohol, that Han Shaocai is more likely to get a beautiful body.

"Yes."

"For your size. Get out of here." Han Jin waved his hand badly, and shut Xin Teng out of his house.

"Young Master Han, aren't you going? Are you really not going?" Xin Teng jumped up and shouted:

"That's Cheng Xi, I made an appointment for you..."

A loud "bang~" completely blocked Xin Teng's voice.

At the same time, another client who was invited to the bar by the supporting role of "Deranged" was accompanying his mother out of the hospital. In his arms was a three or four-year-old little girl.

With a WeChat message of "Ding~", Cheng Xi took out his mobile phone, glanced at it, a flash of doubt flashed in his eyes, and then disappeared for a moment, then put away the expression he shouldn't have, and said to the woman beside him:

"Mom, I have nothing to do at night. I will clean up the house when I get home later. You have a good rest."

……

During the break, Class 1 ([-]) of senior high school was buzzing, students playing and discussing problems, the voices kept coming and going, only the small area in the middle of the classroom was quiet, which was out of place with the whole classroom.

"Young Master Han." Xin Teng's breathy voice floated in the middle of the classroom, cautiously carrying such ideas.

Han Jin was lying on the table to catch up on sleep at this time. He was fascinated by watching TV last night, and only hid under the covers to sleep in the middle of the night.

"Young Master Han." Xin Teng patted Han Jin's shoulder lightly, then pulled back his upper body and stood up straight, with his hands behind his back, pretending that he hadn't done anything.

"Huh?" Han Jin raised his head from the crook of his arms, rubbed his sleepy and fluffy eyes, and saw Xin Teng pointing to a certain direction behind the classroom, pursing his lips tightly, with an indescribable expression.

Han Jin followed Xin Teng's fingers and saw a boy sitting on Cheng Xi's desk, with long bangs covering most of his face, green hair, red shirt, and two unbuttoned collar revealing wheat-colored chest muscles —Which alien did this come from?

Han Jin looked at Xin Teng, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the boy again. He was a little dazed for a while, and he didn't notice that the noisy classroom had quieted down at some point, and everyone's attention was focused. On the boy in red.