The days of frying CP with the enemy

Mo Ran observed He Xingci's little movement just now, and his eyeballs almost ran away after chasing the ice cream in the child's hand.The funds sent by the program group were placed with him by default.

not much.

He really doesn't really need money.

It doesn't matter what you eat or how much you eat.

It's different for He Xingci, who takes food as his first priority. All he thinks about is how to eat and how to lose weight.Eat to lose weight, eat after losing weight.

Boss Mo thought he was domineering and considerate, but He Xingci had a different feeling in his ears.

Is Mo Ran trying to lure him to become fat, and feed him like a piglet in this show. After the filming is over, He Xingci will definitely not receive the resources of the male lead for a while.

Mo Ran can take advantage of the victory to pursue and overwhelm him.

"I heard that there is a transfer student in the school. I heard that he is tall and handsome. He seems to be assigned to our class? The principal specially cleans up the transfer students today."

"But it's said that... he will be expelled only if he misbehaves. He was transferred after he broke a boy's two arms when he went to school."

"Isn't it...? My God..."

"That's right, go check out the Post Bar..."

He Xingci, who was chattering loudly, was so irritable that he covered his ears.

Little effect.

The fan was hanging from the ceiling and whirled, sweat sticking to the short sleeves.

The boy pulled up the ruler and threw it at the slanted table, which couldn't stop the discussion. Seeing that it was He Xingci, several male and female students held back their words, and He Xingci stared fiercely, and they were speechless.

"If you have time to discuss others, you might as well think about yourself. Keep quiet, okay?"

Several people looked at each other and did not dare to speak again.

Only then did He Xingci lie back on the table again, his curly hair was already messed up by his kneading just now.Beads of sweat streaked across his tall nose.

What a broken school, why the fans are not cool?

"We welcome our transfer students now..." the principal muttered a lot.

He Xingci didn't listen to anything.

He lay down on the table and looked at the tall one who was the most conspicuous in the crowd.

I yawned halfway, lamenting the injustice of the Creator, how could someone be so tall in high school?

The man's black and white pupils turned brightly, and He Xingci yawned back halfway.

That was their first head-to-head confrontation.

The sight breeds sparks in the air.

It was another hot summer, and there was no fan to cool them down. There were only two people hanging out in the sun.

"Do you know where ice cream is sold here?" He Xingci hesitated and asked suspiciously.

Mo Ran is very confident: "Know."

Fat can be lost, and he looks good on camera when he is the fattest, so what are you afraid of!

After He Xingci finished his psychological construction, he embraced the mentality of living for only a few decades and not eating for nothing.

Stand up with a "crack".

Grass.

Twisted to the waist.

The 27-year-old male artist, who was supporting his old waist, had a painful expression and forced a smile, waving to Mo Ran to show that he was fine. "...Let's go, let's go, I just used too much force."

He Xingci limped and walked slowly.

President Mo couldn't laugh or cry, and resisted the desire to laugh directly.This little guy is really much cuter than he thought.

"Do you need help, Mr. He?"

He Xingci grinned his teeth because of the pain in his back, raised his waist with his left hand, and hammered the leg attached to his waist with his right hand.Not to mention how funny it is.

Through the sunglasses, he can also see Mo Ran's hateful face, and adding the words "Teacher He" at the end is clearly mocking and molesting him!

Bah, what is this injury, He Xingci needs Mo Ran's help?

But in the next second, he realized that he was wrong.