Chapter 17: How to scold you?
Sitting in the position, Fan Mo propped his head and tilted his head to sell cuteness: "It's good for you, but you don't want money to eat so much." ”
"Hey, hey, hey." An Ziyan rubbed his head and smiled.
"Didn't you say jelly beans?" He didn't just eat it.
"Who let you eat so much, you're not afraid of death." Fan Mo narrowed his eyes.
"Ahem, you didn't say no."
"Okay, okay, let's not talk about this topic, have you heard? The company you've signed with is now on the verge of bankruptcy. ”
At this mention, Fan Mo thought of such a thing.
"Xiao Yanji, have they made a move?"
"No, are you going to get started?"
"Well, let's go bankrupt."
"Okay."
He would never allow anyone to bind him, what he wanted was freedom.
Fan Mo fell asleep directly on the table.
An Ziyan didn't care about him, and he was desperate to go to class, and he didn't exist.
He had already learned what he had taught him, and he didn't need to be pushed.
He's a big guy, and he can't afford to mess with him.
At the end of class, Fan Mo walked on the path and found a big tree to sleep.
If you fall asleep, you don't know the north, south, south, and west.
As soon as his body hung in the air, he smashed into a person reading a book under the tree.
Fan Mo woke up the moment his body was suspended in the air, he thought he was going to fall to death, he quietly closed his eyes and waited for himself to die, but he didn't expect it.
The underside is soft and angular.
I opened my eyes strangely, and then my eyes widened.
In just an instant, the man threw the man in his arms in a graceful parabola.
Fan Mo: "......"
"Whoa...... "It hurts."
She is a person who does not like pain, and he likes to kill with one hit.
Then you won't feel any pain.
It's just that he doesn't want to get up.
Rolling and splashing in pain, screaming, and tears flowing from the corners of his eyes.
Looking at Fan Mo like this all night, he pursed his lips, and his mind twitched, but he ignored it.
He shouldn't have been brain-pumped just now.
Su Ye's face was completely black, as black as a pot helmet, gloomy as a black haze, and an icy chill emanated from all around him...... The temperature in a radius of ten meters has dropped by several points.
Sneered: "It's so heavy." ”
Fan Mo was really screaming, and when he heard this sentence suddenly, he was not happy, covered his ass and said, "You girl, did you let you hug me, did you give you face?" ”
The face, which was already black enough, instantly turned black...... It's almost dripping ink.
Su Ye glared at Fan Mo: "Do you know what happens to scolding me?" Do you want to die?! ”
Fan Mo was not afraid of him at all, even if he had the momentum of that dog emperor, he was not afraid of him: "Phew, how can I scold you?" You are like a bitter gourd, dressed so coolly, looking so defeated, and you dare to fall on me, you girl, how can you scold you? Do you still want to kill? Huh. ”
The more I talked, the more energetic I became.
However, the face that could drip ink was even darker, and then he grabbed Fan Mo's neck and said, "I gave you face, right?" ”
Fan Mo: "Phew, yes, yes." ”
As he spoke, the strength in his hand deepened a little.
"Hmm~"
Fan Mo snorted in pain.
Psychological Belly Slander:
"Damn, this man is sick, right?"
"No, he's not sick, he can! You have three days and three nights, down. No. Finish. Bed. Xiao Yanji jumped up and down to add to the fire.
Fan Mo: "......"
", you paralyzed."
Seeing Fan Mo lose his mind, he dreamed of the night