Chapter 103: Shy Girl VS Sports Student Male God (8)
Fu Mings took a light step, and her steps involuntarily walked away. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ γ In the glow of the sun, she seemed to be a quiet burning flame in his eyes.
"Cheng Weiwei. The name made Fourmins feel like he had been stained with maltose, slimy.
"Hmm. Cheng Weiwei moved, and she subconsciously drilled into the crook of her arm. When she opened her eyes, she was in a daze. The sudden surging meaning under her body made her sober up instantly. She seemed to be waiting for her classmates to come home.
And now? Furmings! Why is he here?
Blame her for her defenselessness, confusion, confusion, fright when she saw herself, followed by embarrassment, bewilderment, and bewilderment. In her eyes, it was like seeing a kaleidoscope, and it was wonderful.
Fu Mings remained silent, his eyes meeting her eyes.
In the middle of the ring, the girl blushed and lowered her head, like a child who admits her mistakes.
Fu Mingsi: "Ahem, it's late, let's go home." β
Cheng Weiwei nodded, and a handful of dull hair on her head swayed in the air with the girl's movements, which was particularly conspicuous.
Fu Mings couldn't hold back his laughter in the end.
Hearing the boy's undulating hearty laughter, Cheng Weiwei didn't dare to look up.
Forget it, Furmins decided not to tease her. Too shy, too easy to blush.
He returned to his seat, packed up his textbooks in three strokes and divided them by two, and picked up his schoolbag with one hand. He remembered that Cheng Weiwei seemed to be on the same bus with him to go home. He looked at her. I found her squirming and squirming in her seat, and I didn't see her packing up her textbooks, and she glanced back at herself, as if to see if she was gone.
Fu Mingsi was helpless, it was impossible for him to leave first, leave her at the end and let her one of the girls close the door.
He had no choice but to walk up to the girl again, "Let's go." β
Cheng Weiwei pinched the index finger of her left hand with her right hand, and quickly glanced up at him who was close to her.
Whispered but firm, "You go first." β
Fu Mings looked at her with an unspeakable look, as if it would be his sin to stay for another moment.
He suddenly had a flash of inspiration and blurted out.
"You shouldn't be that coming, are you?" Fu Mings was not stupid, the child did not dare to move a step in his seat, and he quickly guessed.
Cheng Weiwei looked up, her eyes full of disbelief. How do you know?
Fu Mings coughed lightly, he seemed to have said something very bad. For he saw the girl's red face and the tips of her ears.
"Whewγ»γ»γ»γ»γ»γ»" Fu Mingsi's voice pulling the zipper was particularly clear in this empty classroom, and Cheng Weiwei subconsciously grabbed the corner of her clothes.
"Here you go. Fu Mingsi's skeletal hand took his sports coat and put it on Cheng Weiwei's desk.
Just turned around, the moment he stepped out. "I'll be waiting for you outside the classroom," he said. β
Cheng Weiwei felt that his back was exceptionally tall and warm, and it was different from his father's. Because that's the boy who makes her heart flutter.
Fortunately, Fourmings' sports coat is a black, restrained color. With a faint smell of sweat mixed with the smell of lemon laundry.
Cheng Weiwei showed a smile that was brighter than the glow, and the sweetness in her heart seemed to overflow from the crooked eyes.
She has a feeling that she doesn't want to give him back, what should she do?