Mr. Perfect Makeover

Wu Xin suddenly stayed in Zhou Xiaoliang's kennel for three days, and had a tendency to want to take root here for the rest of his life.Zhou Xiaoliang couldn't bear it anymore.

"I said, do you want to stay with me forever?"

Wu Xinran was nestled on the sofa at this moment and hadn't woken up yet, half asleep and half awake, still not clear about the specific situation, so he said foolishly: "That, that's good!"

Zhou Xiaoliang's veins bulged out, this kid was typical of hitting a snake with a stick, he wanted to be the master of the dyeing workshop if he gave him some color, he swiped left and right, picked up half a glass of water from the low cabinet and put it all on his head.

Wu Xin blinked suddenly, stunned for a moment, and swung an iron fist, "Are you fucking dead?"

Zhou Xiaoliang was angry at seeing him being free and untidy these days, how could he let him go now, and immediately punched him.

Zhou Xiaoliang was born in an armed police force, no matter how much he restrained his strength, he was much more powerful than Wu Xinran's fists and embroidered legs.

A sticky liquid flowed down from under his nose, Wu Xin suddenly wiped it with his hand, and the bright red fishy smell irritated his brain.

"Ah, I'm fighting with you!"

Zhou Xiaoliang was a little guilty when he saw that his nose was bleeding, but he didn't know that Wu Xin was so angry that he hit him randomly and randomly, and it was difficult for him to continue to back down, so he had to change his defense into offense, intending to restrain his hands and feet.

After all, Zhou Xiaoliang is a Lianjiazi, but after a few rounds, Wu Xin was suddenly pressed to the ground by him and screamed.

"If you have the guts, let me go, and I will fight you one-on-one."

Zhou Xiaoliang smiled disdainfully, hey, this kid is really rude, the corner of his mouth must be broken.

"It's just you? Save yourself, it's just your ribs, and you still want to challenge me? Practice for another ten or eight years!"

Wu Xin suddenly gritted his teeth, held his breath, and wanted to ignite some small flames from his fingers, but he tried his best, his little face flushed red, and there was no spark.

Zhou Xiaoliang clasped his arms around his chest, and fell down with a little force, which made Wu Xin almost hold his breath!

"You still want to play tricks in front of Lao Tzu with that little three-legged cat trick, but you're going to make the fire out, change, change..." Every time you shout, your buttocks will be pressed down once, which is bound to make you cry Wu Xin suddenly suppressed that little rebellious thought.

"It's okay, it's okay, brother Xiaoliang, I can't do it, I was wrong, I don't dare to do it again..." Seeing that force is not enough, Wu Xin immediately adopted the strategy of mourning soldiers, trying to win sympathy.

Zhou Xiaoliang spat at him, "Boy, next time you lose your temper, see whose place it is. Next time, it won't be so easy to talk to. Go, tidy up the room, and then go out to find a job for me, what do you say?" What does it mean for you, a big man with sound limbs and a simple mind, to stay at home like a woman all day long?"

Wu Xin suddenly nodded frequently, with a sincere expression.

"Then don't hurry up."

Wu Xinran immediately burst into tears, "Brother, you are still sitting on me, how can I get there?"

Zhou Xiaoliang got up from him without guilt, and said lukewarmly, "Eat more next time, I don't have any meat on my body, I'm going to panic!"

How much Wu Xinran wanted to throw the rag in his hand at him, you have meat, why don't you sell it in the vegetable market if you have meat?

"You are the wind, I am the sand, lingering around the end of the world..."

Zhou Xiaoliang took out the mobile phone under his buttocks and threw it to Wu Xinran, "Can't you change the ringtone that suits you?"

Wu Xin suddenly ignored him, now he is most concerned about who will call him at this point, there are only three numbers in his mobile phone, his mother's, his family's and Zhou Xiaoliang's.

After taking a look, it was an unfamiliar number, so he was relieved.

In line with the principle of wasting other people's money anyway, not wasting nothing, he pressed the answer button.

Two seconds later, he hung up the phone calmly, and said, "Zhou Xiaoliang, lend me 100 yuan!"

"Why?" Zhou Xiaoliang took a big bite of the apple.

"I'm going to buy a ticket."

"What's the reason?"

Wu Xin suddenly pointed to the phone, "The person surnamed Xiao is calling.

The apple in Zhou Xiaoliang's hand fell to the ground, and he also forgot what Wu Xinran did.