After a night of meditation, the old rascal did not notice any progress and woke up with his body already in its best condition.

Yang Da Meinu knew that he was "on business" today, and insisted on going back to the dormitory last night, but he didn't stop her, and let her lie down in the bed at night to have a good reminiscence.

Zhang Baoxiu's text message was unexpectedly "stopped", and the old rascal didn't care when he returned at night, and he didn't even remember it at all.

Sister Baoxiu has a grudge against herself!

The old rascal is not the kind of person who allows girls to hate him, so he drives with one hand and makes phone calls with the other.

"Sister Baoxiu, are you alright?" he asked.

Zhang Baoxiu hesitated on the phone and said in a low voice: "Hmm!"

"Sister Baoxiu, there was indeed something at the time, so it was turned off, don't you mind!" said the old rascal.

"Hmm!" Zhang Baoxiu said again.

"Hehe, I'm going to have something to do now, so let's talk another day, shall we?" said the old rascal when he saw a turn not far away.

"Hmm!" Zhang Baoxiu continued.

"Okay, I'll hang up first!" After saying that, he hung up.

He didn't know that although Zhang Baoxiu only said three words, her heart had already begun to be sweet again.

Women are like that sometimes, men are pretty much the same.

After Mrs. Wang sent her daughter and the old rascal out of the door, she didn't forget to say: "Yifan, it's still like that at night, come to the house for dinner!"

The old rascal didn't give her politeness, and said, "Okay, Auntie, make a few more of your best dishes!"

In the elevator, the little girl looked happy, and today she was wearing the suit that the old rascal bought for her last time.

"Brother Yifan, should we go to learn to drive first today?"

"Of course, don't forget the main thing at any time!I'll take you to the game console in the afternoon and make up for the last one!" said the old rascal.

"Good!" the little girl readily agreed.

In the morning, in the words of the little girl, the old rascal took advantage of the little hand and touched the calf through the pants, and the old rascal dared to be sure that the little girl would probably open it by herself next time! How could the teachers of the driving school be so hard-working, so honest and honest, and so conscientious?

In the process of teaching the car, the old hooligan thought, in fact, Tongtong is not small, 16 years old, what is the 16-year-old girl? In Jin Yong's martial arts novels, the martial arts of 16-year-old girls have become famous all over the world.

What about the little girl? Don't say that the little girl is a fool, people also have a lot of thoughts!

At noon, when she took her to eat KFC again, the little girl said with her little lips sticky with cream: "Brother Yifan, did you chase that sister last time when you were in high school?"

The old rascal had almost finished nibbling a piece of chicken wing, threw the bone into the box, and said, "Yes! I wrote her a love letter, but she ignored me!"

The little girl suddenly felt a little sour in her heart: "Hmph!"

"What's the matter, did anyone write it to you at school?" the old rascal took another from the vat and nibbled on it.

"Yes!" the little girl nodded with a mischievous smile.

"I think it must be of course, Tongtong is so beautiful!" The old rascal knew that even if she was a little girl, even if she was only 8 years old, there was no problem in praising her for being beautiful.

Sure enough, the little girl smiled happily: "Brother Yifan, is it really?"

"Of course it's true, I guess you've caused those male classmates of yours to turn around!" The old rascal looked at the little girl who had reached 1.65 and was the same as Sister Baoxiu, and sighed in his heart, Tongtong had indeed grown up.

The little girl remembered that there were a few nasty boys at school, but said, "No!" After speaking, she lowered her head and took another sip of milkshake.

The old rascal laughed.

"Here, Jingjing, let's sit here, you take a place, I'll buy it first!" a voice came from behind the old rascal.

Damn, that's too much of a coincidence, right?

The little girl also raised her head, and immediately changed color and said, "Brother Yifan, it's them again!"

The old rascal patted her forearm and said, "Don't worry, I'm not going to fight today!"

Last time, the old rascal was taken by his aunt and grandmother before he could finish the matter, so when Lin Xiaojing and Han Bing reappeared this time, all kinds of things from his previous life, the itch of seven years, the painful torment, etc., came to mind again.

He stood up, turned around, and saw Lin Xiaojing sitting with his back on his back.

Okay, Lao Tzu is sitting behind you, you can't even see it, is it usually walking with no one in your eyes, and your neck is raised to the sky?

Thinking of this, the old rascal reached out and patted Lin Xiaojing's shoulder: "Girl!"

Lin Xiaojing was shocked, turned her head, her little face suddenly turned white, she hurriedly stood up, retreated from her seat to the opposite side, and said nervously: "I don't know you, and I didn't know you in high school, you are a psychopath!"

The little girl had already stood next to the old rascal and pulled his arm aggrievedly: "Brother Yifan, don't fight anymore!"

The old rascal really didn't want to fight anymore, looked at Lin Xiaojing's much younger face, sat down in the position she had just placed, and said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, come, sit!" raised his head again, looked at Lin Xiaojing with a nervous face, and said a little fiercely: "You let you sit, do you hear?"

"I, I, this is a public place!" Lin Xiaojing said scaredly.

"Brother Yifan, don't be like this, let's go!" the little girl took his arm and pleaded.

"Tongtong, come, you sit inside!" the old rascal pulled the little girl to the inside side next to him and pressed her shoulders down.

He said to Lin Xiaojing, who was standing opposite, at a loss: "Jingjing, sit down, I have something to say to you, I'm sorry to you first, sit, you sit down!"

Han Bing walked this way with the plate, saw the scene in front of him, walked up quickly, put the plate on the table, stared at the two of them, and smiled with disdain: "Handsome guy, beauty, how much money did you bring out today? Do you want to give us a few thousand yuan again? Okay, a slap of thousands of yuan, I'm so excited! Come, I'll let Jingjing and I slap you in the face, you just have the money ready!"

Lin Xiaojing immediately blushed, pulled Han Bing's arm, and said in a low voice, "Let's go!"

The old rascal shook his head, smiled, looked at the two, and said softly: "Sit, sit, we don't know each other, it's also fate, Jingjing, Xiaoice, sit, sit!" The old rascal shouted the names he had shouted to them in his previous life.

Han Bing pulled Lin Xiaojing and said to the old rascal: "Sit down, who is afraid of whom, if you have too much money to spend, you will beat it!

When the little girl heard this, she couldn't help laughing, covering her little mouth, and her face turned red.

Lin Xiaojing also laughed and endured the pain.

The two people on the opposite side sat down, the old rascal stood up, turned around, brought the plate on his table, and after sitting down, said, "Share a table, eat as you like!"

Han Bing looked at the old rascal's leftover chicken bones, frowned, and said, "Let's go back and check, we don't have you in high school at all!"

The old rascal picked up a chicken wing again, gnawed it in a big gulp, and said with a mouth full of oil, "It doesn't matter if there is one, I just know you." By the way, you don't have a boyfriend yet, do you?"

Both of them blushed, and the little girl on the side also twisted her little face to look at the old rascal.

"Jingjing, do you have it now?" the old rascal looked at Lin Xiaojing, who lowered his head, and asked.

Han Bing looked at the old rascal's appearance and said, "You don't care if you have it, a big beauty like Jingjing will have no boyfriend, you will die of this heart!"

The old rascal smiled, looked at Han Bing, and said, "Your personality is still so pungent and hot!"

Han Bing was stunned for a moment, blushed slightly, and said, "If you have a fart, let it go!"

The old rascal looked at the egg tarts, hamburgers, chicken wings, and fries they ordered, so he said: "Jingjing is still like that, I like to eat egg tarts!" After speaking, he reached out and took one of the four egg tarts on the plate of the two, put it in front of his nose and smelled it, remembering the various scenes of buying egg tarts for Lin Xiaojing in his previous life, he sighed, closed his eyes, took a bite, chewed gently, and swallowed it slowly.

Lin Xiaojing had already looked up at his movements.

The little girl leaned sideways, stretched out her hands and pulled on one of his arms, watching what the old rascal had done.

"Jingjing, I still like to eat beef very much, right? Spicy **? Braised pork is okay?Did your mother cook hot pot for you on the weekend?" he opened his eyes, looked at Lin Xiaojing's little face, and asked.

Lin Xiaojing immediately lowered her head, and Han Bing on the side was stunned: "Who are you?"

The old rascal smiled: "Didn't Tongtong tell you last time? Yifan, ah, I forgot, my surname is Li, and my name is Li Yifan!"

"I haven't received a letter from you!" Lin Xiaojing raised her head at this time and said softly: "I have never received a call from you at home!"

The old rascal turned his face to look at the little girl who had been nervous just now, smiled, and then turned his head to look at the two of them again: "Auntie and Uncle are okay now? Auntie wants to teach you how to cook, but you don't want to, when you are so old, you will have a scrambled egg with tomatoes; Uncle, do you still like housework so much? I haven't seen them for many years!"

The old rascal remembered that in his previous life, after 2005, he had never been to Lin Xiaojing's house again.

Lin Xiaojing looked surprised, and Han Bing looked suspicious: "How do you know so much?

"No, I'm coming back in a time machine, I'm Xiaojing's husband in a few years!" the old rascal smiled bitterly in his heart.

The little girl who was pulling his arm giggled, then immediately held back, apparently not believing in a time machine even at her age.

Han Bing looked at the little girl beside him, and then at the old rascal: "Hmph, you do have a way of chasing girls, please don't hinder us anymore, if you want to throw money, hurry up and fight, we will let you slap you alone! If you don't fight, please leave, we will send you away from that egg tart just now!"

The old rascal shook his head, thinking to himself, in his previous life, he couldn't blame Lin Xiaojing entirely, he was the main cause, she was just an external cause, so the hatred in his heart was almost the same.

"I won't beat you! Let's make friends! I'm a student at Telecommunications and Polytechnic University, and this is one of my younger sisters, Wang Dan! I already know your situation, so I don't need you to introduce you!" After the old rascal finished speaking, he picked up another chicken wing and nibbled on it.

Lin Xiaojing was lowering her head slightly, looking at the food on the table, not knowing what she was thinking.

Han Bing looked at her, and then said to the old rascal who was munching on chicken wings: "I don't know which of your words is true and which is false! If you are sincere, there is no problem in being an ordinary friend." Then she looked at the little girl who was pulling the old rascal's arm, and said, "If you want to get close to Jingjing under various pretexts, then I think it's better to forget it." Don't think that if you have a few stinky money, you will be crazy and cheat on girls!"

The old rascal saw that the little girl pulled his arm, and her little face became anxious again, so he signaled her not to be nervous, and said to Han Bing: "Don't worry, I'm a person, others treat me sincerely, I will never stab him; Even if there is an attempt, I want it to be a natural thing. ”

"Brother Yifan, let's go!" the little girl said suddenly.

The old rascal looked at her and said with a smile: "I'll leave in a while!" and then said to the two girls opposite: "I know your school and class, let's see you again in the future! Jingjing, don't always kick the quilt when you go to bed at night!" After speaking, he took the little girl's hand, picked up the big bucket on the table, and left.

Looking at the backs of the two, Han Bing suddenly said, "Jingjing, do you like to kick the quilt at night?"

Lin Xiaojing's face was incredulous: "How does he know?"

Han Bing said: "Hmph, more than 50% of people sleep on the quilt, if he says it casually, there is a chance that half of them will be right!"