Chapter 71: Shall We Hold One?
I understood from beginning to end, but Fang He was still a little shocked.
He rubbed his face with both hands, thinking that he was a big man standing up to the sky, a handsome and dashing young man, the motherland would definitely be able to bloom the most beautiful flowers in the future, and how much destruction he had suffered today.
It's just too much for them......
"Ah!! It's coming, it's coming! ”
"Oh yes!!"
Fang He: "......"
"I'm relying on stimulation, hang another one!!"
"Mom, this one is hanged!!"
"Ouch, I'll go! Don't arrest me! ”
Fang He: "............"
Fugui in front patted the multimedia, and said in a dumb voice: "Quiet ......"
In the next second, the film was played to the highest energy in the whole process, Fugui's 'quiet' 'quiet', before the sound was finished, it directly turned into a broken tone in an instant, and the new generation of tenors successfully derived the moment-
"Ah——! Damn, I'm scared to death!! ”
Fang He: "........................"
He told himself in his heart, calm down, man, you can't lose face, what is there to be afraid of ghost movies, isn't it? Right...... Don't be afraid, don't ...... Fuck it! I'm going to be scared to death!!
Fang He really couldn't resist this wave of frightening high energy, swallowed his saliva, moved a few points to the side of his table without moving, and lowered his voice and called: "Same table." ”
"Huh?"
Fang He: "Discuss something?" ”
Quan Ying withdrew his gaze from the film, and through the faint moonlight, he looked at the young man who was very close to him, and his eyebrows and eyes were as cold as before: "Say." ”
Fang He thought for two seconds: "You promise me first." ”
Quan Ying: "If you have a fart, let it go." ”
Huh~ She is so fierce at the same table, and Fang He's boss bravely bows his head like a force at the same table: "Let, let's hug, hug one?" ”
Quan Ying looked at the fool with an expression: "Are you thinking about fart? ”
The idea of "......" was not realized, and the fright from the ghost movie in his ears made him more and more frightened, he choked up, and then looked at the slender white hand of the little tablemate, and was about to move: "Then, then I, borrow a hand?" ”
Quan Ying twisted his eyebrows: "What to borrow?" ”
Fang He trembled and said, "You...... Your hand. ”
Quan Ying's eyebrows twisted even more: "What are you doing?" ”
Fang He trembled: "Pull, pull." ”
Kwon Ying: "Are you dreaming? ”
Big Guy He didn't want to dream about it, but it was a pity that the little table didn't give him the right, and his face was full of disappointment, and he felt that the whole world had abandoned him in an instant, and he had no love to open a pair of big eyes, and he had already figured out one hundred and eight potentials in his heart.
The film continues, and Big Guy He is becoming more and more collapsed.
Just imagine, a man of more than one meter and eight meters is still a famous school bully in Beicheng, who is not afraid of the notoriety, but at this time, he was frightened by an ethereal thing that existed in the world......
The power film line fell, oh, scared and trembling, pitifully shrank straight to her, but for the last bit of stubbornness of herself, she was terrified to the extreme, and she definitely kept her face stiff and smiled.
Inexplicably a little pitiful?
Tut.
Quan Ying raised his eyebrows, he couldn't be absolutely cold-hearted, his heart was inexplicably soft, and he stretched out his hand-
But at the same time, there was some unexpected awkwardness in his heart, Quan Ying squinted, and directly fixed his gaze on the video in front of him, and the back of his hand accurately knocked on Fang He's fingers hanging on the side, and said in an extremely indifferent tone: "Take it." ”
Fang He was stunned for a moment, and then followed the order in the next second, and directly buckled it back with his backhand, and his fingers hurt a little with great force.
Quan Ying's eyebrows frowned slightly, and he tried to shake it off, but not only did he not shake it off, but he was also clenched tighter by the other party.
Quan Ying: "......"