As soon as the words came out, she suddenly sobered up, this, what's going on? She looked at Han Sicheng blankly, not understanding what had happened to her just now, why did she suddenly feel that Han Sicheng had become beautiful and extremely attractive. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The surprised expression on Han Sicheng's face stabbed her heart, she didn't know how to explain her abnormality to him just now, she could only mumble: "You better don't answer, just because I didn't ask, I don't know how。。。。。。 ”

Han Sicheng's face suddenly sank, the smile on the corner of his mouth disappeared without a trace, he suddenly leaned forward, Fan Yingying was startled, and wanted to retreat reflexively, and then remembered that he was sitting on the bed, and there was nowhere to hide.

When she was panicking and didn't know what to do, Han Sicheng had already stepped back, he raised his hand, and carried the hairy Huang Xiaxia with his fingertips.

Huang Xiaxia clicked her small round eyes, twitched the corners of her mouth with a panicked expression, and without waiting for Han Sicheng to ask, she took the initiative to explain: "I didn't do anything, really!" ”

Seeing Han Sicheng's eyes glowing with anger, he hurriedly explained: "Don't, don't be angry, listen to me, I just couldn't hold back a fart just now." After speaking, for fear that Han Sicheng would not believe it, she raised her little paw and scratched the roof of the shed: "If I lie, let the ancestor lock me in the tablet and not be allowed to come out for a month, so it's all right?" ”

Fan Yingying stared at Huang Xiaxia, first at a loss, and then slowly realized something, she asked in surprise: "Can your fart control people's sanity?" ”

Huang Xiaxia's big orange tail flickered and shook a few times: "That's not possible, but it will infinitely amplify people's emotional fluctuations."

"Huh?" Fan Yingying glared at Huang Xiaxia, feeling that this answer was really novel, a weasel's fart would not smoke people down, but would arouse the reverie in people's hearts, and it would be infinitely magnified。。。。。。 It's just madness.

Fan Yingying has never thought about Han Sicheng in that direction, can she feel that she doesn't know? Even if you look at it with a microscope, she doesn't feel it, she doesn't feel it, how can it become that her emotional fluctuations are infinitely amplified?

What does that mean? Does it mean that she is attracted to Han Sicheng? Joke! This thought shocked Fan Yingying's hairs to stand on end.

Huang Xiaxia was held in the air by Han Sicheng as if she was carrying a chicken, her little heart was popping and popping, she slammed her mouth twice nervously, and squinted her little eyes to send a distress signal to Fan Yingying.

Fan Yingying looked at its small appearance, thought about it, and hugged Huang Xiaxia back from Han Sicheng's hand: "Forget it, it didn't mean to." When she said this, she didn't believe it, and the good Huang Xiaxia, a yellow-skinned spirit who had been cultivating for many years, couldn't even control a fart.

She glanced at Huang Xiaxia without a trace, and pinched it hard with her right hand towards the fleshy part of its thighs, making you uneasy and kind, and telling you to play tricks on people!

Huang Xiaxia's tears of pain came out, she looked up at Fan Yingying's beautiful and delicate side face, and tilted her head to look at Han Sicheng, who was angry with a calm face, and said in her heart, what is this called, it's just a dog biting Lu Dongbin.

Fan Yingying lay in bed for two more days, and felt that she had nothing to do, so she began to go to the school to report, and the day before going to school, Zou Yu deliberately took her and Jian Seventeen to the street together, saying that she was buying them two sets of new clothes.

Fan Yingying didn't care about it for a while, and when she got up in the morning, she saw the unkempt self in the mirror, a second-generation evolved version of Sword Seventeen, without saying a word, and raised her hands to pass Zou Yu's proposal.

When shopping, Zou Yu went to the men's clothing store with all her heart, Fan Yingying was happy to go to the store by herself, and asked the waiter to take it out and try it when she looked at the clothes that were pleasing to the eye.

By the time she finished shopping on the first floor, she had already bought two sets of clothes, three tops and skirts, as well as two pairs of pants and a pair of shoes, which looked new from top to bottom, and she looked at the delicate beauty in the mirror and felt very satisfied.

Zou Yu pulled Jian Seventeen and bought two clothes, but Jian Seventeen refused to cooperate, still wearing his own set of dark clothes that were too casual.

Zou Yu looked at Jian Seventeen with a sad face, Jian Seventeen was unmoved, she could only turn her head to Fan Yingying and complain: "I just bought clothes, I asked him to try them, and he didn't agree, as if trying clothes could kill him."

Fan Yingying glanced at the shopping bag she was carrying, the sign on it was a well-known brand, and a random scarf in it would cost four figures.

She looked at the clothes in the bag with some curiosity, and felt a little familiar, and when she looked up, she saw that the model in the cupboard was wearing this one.

Zou Yu followed her line of sight and glanced at the model and pouted: "I picked the style and asked the waiter to take the size according to his figure." ”

Fan Yingying glanced at Jian Seventeen with an indifferent face, and felt a little sympathetic to Zou Yu, she looked at Zou Yu surrounding Jian Seventeen like a ball of heat, and she had a feeling that Xiaoqing hooked up with Fahai.

Zou Yu pulled Fan Yingying depressedly and muttered in a low voice: "Look at his hair, I feel upset when I look at it, I was going to pull him to get a haircut just now, but I refused to live or die." As he spoke, he glanced at Fan Yingying's head: "I see that your hair is quite long, why don't you go to repair?" I have a membership card for the hair salon in Hong Kong, and it's free to do hair, and you're going to school tomorrow, so why don't you dress up and stimulate those little fresh meat in the school! ”

Fan Yingying reached out and touched her hair, and was very moved by what Zou Yu said: "Is his hair cut well?" ”

"Of course, the master came back from Hong Kong to learn art, so whoever is the one who always hangs on TV, and now a famous star, as soon as he comes to the provincial capital, he will go to his house to get his hair done." Zou Yu said as if it was the real thing, and grabbed Fan Yingying's arm and pulled it outside the mall.

"I still want to buy a bag!" Fan Yingying hurriedly shouted.

"It's okay, isn't it just a bag? I have it, my dad just bought it for me a few days ago and said it had been delivered, and I didn't even have time to look at it, so I gave it to you. Zou Yu said very generously, and while pulling Fan Yingying out, he said to Jian Seventeen, who was following closely behind: "Yingying is going to do her hair, and I'll let the master there show you in a while, the hair on your head is estimated to be barely able to make a shape if you take care of it."

Jian Seventeen has always listened to her words in his left ear and in his right ear, and he didn't pay attention to it at all.

Zou Yu whispered to Fan Yingying and pleaded: "When I get to the store, you must help me persuade a few words, this elm pimple, I really don't know who to follow, that bad temper can make people angry." ”

Fan Yingying nodded, willing to help her. (To be continued.) )