Tsk, what's the matter with this little girl?

Xiao Er rarely stopped his hand a little stupidly, and sighed softly.

The fingers tightened slightly, and I felt the touch of the fingertips slightly.

Don't say it, it's really soft, the little girl's cheeks are soft and tender, and it's weird and comfortable to touch.

With the contrast more recognized, the non-chief captain thought so in his heart, and turned his face away lightly, but anyone could see the unconvinced aura on his body.

A person who is usually so indifferent and indifferent to others every time has an indescribable stubbornness in this.

I always feel that my luck shouldn't be so bad, and I always stubbornly want to prove myself again.

Afterwards?

After that, it made people see more thoroughly - this is a non-chief.

It makes people want to say to him: Xuan doesn't save the wrong, Krypton doesn't change his life! Let's just accept our fate and don't toss, right?

But before Qinghui came, no one could compete with him, who called him a shareholder of the club, even if he was half of their boss, the kind that expected him to pay his salary.

Now there is finally an existence that can withstand Xiao Er's toss, and can still resist bravely without fear of power, and everyone is happy to watch the show.

Xiao Er didn't bother to take care of them, and leaned back on the seat behind him a little casually, raised his hand to press down the cap he was carrying, and half-covered his face, looking like he was going to sleep.

Seeing this, everyone lowered their voices slightly, and they didn't plan to trouble him again, and then they saw Qinghui sitting next to him standing up slightly, the little girl was very brave, and her little hand went directly to the other party's hat.

The hat that was originally pressed down was instantly loosened, and then it was taken away, Xiao Er subconsciously frowned and raised his eyes, and saw the little girl slightly propped up on him, a pair of round eyes, a soft breath on his body, with a sweet pastry smell on his body, holding his black cap in his hand, and buckling it on his head with his backhand.

The little chin was slightly raised, and he spoke, not reluctantly, "You haven't said how you feel?" ”

The young man with a little cold breath has delicate eyebrows, he is always a little sicksick if he doesn't drive by himself, his eyes are stained with a trace of irritability, and then look at the little girl's proud appearance, he laughed, stretched out his hand, and probed to Qinghui.

Qinghui subconsciously raised his hand and pinched his wrist, his eyes blinked, but his hand had already reached over.

Qinghui's head sank, and his eyes went dark.

The cap she casually wore on her head was pinched and pressed down by him, blocking Qinghui's face.

The slightly hoarse voice was slightly unconvinced, but said, "Yes, yes, yes, happy for you, can it be done?" ”

Fei Chief is tired, and now he doesn't want to see Emperor Ou's face, you go to sleep obediently, and go back to make trouble with you.

Xiao Er thought so and took his hand back.

Seeing Qinghui stretch out his hand, he flicked the brim of the cap and flicked the hat up.

He snorted lowly, and seemed to be quite satisfied with this answer, so he didn't pursue the matter of pressing the brim of the Spirit Sword Lord's hat without authorization.

Anyway, Mingyue is inferior to her in some places, so she must go through a complex psychological process to accept it.

She understands!

Lord Spirit Sword, be tolerant and generous!

Qianca: Let's not talk about why you understand so much, let's talk about tolerance and generosity???

Forget about the previous words, these two words are for Qinghui, who loves to fight and hold grudges......

Asaga: Well, please look at yourself rationally.

Don't be overconfident.