My roommate is weird

"Everyone is gone, you can let it go."

Huang Biao glanced at Song Danqin who was holding a knife to his throat in front of him. There was a pink scar where the tip of the knife was facing. It was impossible to see it unless you looked carefully.

After using this old-fashioned method many times, Song Danqin even found out the farthest area where Huang Biao could grab the knife.

The female president didn't hesitate, and put the knife on the table.

In the situation just now, rushing out, the best result is that Anping Xunnan found out that he had bet on both sides, and the worst result was A Biao's hand.

There is no benefit at all, so A Biao can't rush out.

Huang Biao walked up to his brother who had fallen into the glass shards, surrounded by other brothers who were calling for an ambulance and helping the stupid man pick out the glass shards behind him.

"Brother! Don't you want to get back some ground?!"

"Big man, let people do this!"

……

The youths who were young and full of vigor around were unable to act because of Huang Biao's order, otherwise they would have rushed up to teach that little boy in black a lesson!

But when the group of young men saw Song Danqin following Huang Biao, they immediately shut up.

Huang Biao called a few people to carry the stupid big man to lie on the sofa.

The broken glass made several cuts on his body, and Huang Biao sat beside the injured.

"Tell me, what is this?"

The boy showed Song Danqin the blood on the big stupid man's right hand.

"……is blood."

"No, let's talk about it."

"...is it a mixture of blood and cell fluid?"

Huang Biao put away his right hand, with expected disappointment on his face.

"This is the bargaining chip you use to bargain with others."

"It's the trouble you don't want to get into."

"It's also my brother's blood."

Huang Biao glanced at the silent Song Danqin, quietly waiting for the ambulance to arrive.

"You really haven't changed at all..."

……

"Let's go, Yueyue."

Li Qinghe helped An Pingyue, whose face was flushed and her steps were a little vain, at this time her body temperature had risen a lot.

"I'll ask the driver to take you home, and the doctor is waiting for you at home."

The medical equipment in the Anping mansion is more than one level better than that in the hospital.

In the mother's arms, the evaluation also reached out and pulled the mother's fox robe, and the voice in his mouth was a little nasal, like a child acting like a baby.

"Mom...I want to be naughty once today, I want to..."

Li Qinghe glanced at his daughter's confused eyes, nodded silently, and turned his head to look for the little guy in the crowd following him.

"Yueyue is sick, can you take her home?"

Li Qinghe begged Yang Xueqiao, but her eyes were on Su Zhiling.

"Of course!"

Su Zhiling had an indescribable feeling in her heart, but she couldn't figure it out.

"Let's follow in the car behind. After all, we're going back to the dormitory with this little fool."

Just like that, several people were busy sending An Pingyue and the little guy to the familiar black limousine, and Su Zhiling also got into an ordinary car behind the car.

The charming peach eyes glanced at the back of the little guy.

It's weird... so uncomfortable...

"Senior Anping, slow down."

The little guy stretched out his short arms and short hands, rather than supporting An Pingyue, it was better to say he was being hugged by An Pingyue, but the little guy was so busy that he didn't notice other things at all.

Yang Xueqiao didn't realize why she was the only one there until they were sitting in the car.

What if there is a shortage of manpower later?

The passenger seat of this limousine is completely soundproofed from the driver's seat, and the driver and passengers usually use the corner of the microphone.

The dizzy An Pingyue sat on the seat leaning against the little guy, giggling silly.

It was also the first time for the little guy to see such a real An Pingyue, and he stared blankly at the other party's smile.

"Small and exquisite~ Is this car comfortable to sit in~"

"Ah."

An Pingyue tilted her head and became more and more unconscious. Alcohol and fever took away the sanity in everyone's mind.

"This is me~ I used my pocket money to invest in my birthday present~"

An Pingyue touched the leather cushion.

"Don't feel sorry for me...I'm so lucky compared to other people."

An Pingyue turned her head and rubbed against Yang Xueqiao with her oval face.

"I always think that everyone who comes to my birthday party will be happy."

"But no one will be happy to attend my birthday party~"

The ladies chatted slowly and one-sidedly with the little guy.

"Sounds difficult to understand, right? Small and exquisite~"

The little guy looked at An Pingyue seriously and shook his head, the other party smiled and raised his white and delicate hand and nodded the little guy's nose.

"I am an orphan."

"My mother couldn't wait to throw me away when I was born. The director of the orphanage didn't even ask her name, and only left me a jade hairpin."

"So, the day I was born is like every birthday I've lived."

The generous and decent smile appeared on the faces of all the ladies again.

Those she sponsored were mostly orphans who had lost their parents or were maliciously abandoned, and she helped them with the money and support she earned.

The ladies never turn a blind eye to these helpless poor people, just like seeing a crying little guy for the first time.

But the glamorous Miss Anping has never been around anyone.

Who would have thought that the life wish of this excellent Yueshan No.1 Yuan is to spend a birthday party willfully?

"No one, rejoicing for my birth."

Just a discarded baggage.

Would anyone be happy for a cumbersome birth?Celebrate the appearance of a trouble?Blessing for a drag?

The noble white swan smiled and shed tears under the moonlight.

The alcohol-stinging throat burned hotly.

Just like when she was born, now she is still the one who was abandoned.

Yang Xueqiao listened carefully to the other party's awkward complaints, and stretched out her hands to hold An Pingyue's face to force her to look at her.

Under the moonlight shining through the car window, the still immature baby's fat face was covered with a sacred veil, and the fish scale decoration on the forehead shone with a silvery white luster.

An Pingyue felt the rough touch on her face, it was a Band-Aid.

During the party, the long sleeves of the clothes hide the hands of the little ones.

"Little Qiaoqiao~ Are you injured?"

Yang Xueqiao carefully wiped away the tears that kept pouring out of An Pingyue's face with her hands. Even though everyone tried hard to stop the tears, her eyes were still full of water.

After a while, the little guy looked at the results of his work and smiled with satisfaction, then took out a jade bracelet from the pouch in his long sleeve.

Ordinary people can see the ordinaryness of the jade base material and the superb carving techniques at a glance.

"Sister Fox taught me to do this a month ago."

In fact, the little fox just guided the carving pattern.

"A lot of carvings were broken in the middle, and Sister Fox said I was a prodigal."

The ingenious little guy can't use electric carving tools no matter how hard he tries, so he can only carve out the only work in his life bit by bit with a carving knife.

As a result, the continuous wounds on his hands made the little fox suspect that this guy had been carved out of jade.

"This is a work that I will only do once in my life. Although the carving is not very good, I will not make a second one."

The little guy put the bracelet on An Pingyue's hand.

"You are my only senior Anping, you don't need other people's approval or anything."

"you are my only one."

(Yang Ling: Why is this guy completely different from usual!)

The author has something to say:

First of all, I would like to apologize to the readers who have collected this book, because the author's level is too poor, and I can't read the later chapters (although the previous chapters are not necessarily well written), there is a high probability that it will be broken