Chapter 17: Dear Uncle, Don't Be Black (17)
"Host, don't be angry, isn't it just a kiss, you see, the villain's favorability has reached 65!" The voice of two hundred and five sounded at the right time.
Zimo's face became more and more gloomy when she heard this.
For the sake of a task, is she going to lose the rhythm of the festival?!
"Oh host, isn't it just a kiss on the mouth, why can't you even look at this as the big guy of BIF......?"
Zimo "......"
Two hundred and five are you looking for death!
25 "......"
Faced with an angry host, it wisely chooses to go offline.
"Little Foam ......"
Seeing that he wanted to get close to him again, Zimo hurriedly shouted: "Just talk, don't get in the way of getting so close!" ”
Bai Jinyan stiffened.
"Xiaomo, do you hate Uncle here?" His deep eyes were a little dull, and his voice was distinctly sluggish.
Hehe, if I don't hate you, I have to like you.
"Hehe, host, you really want to make him like you, host!" Two hundred and five, the cheap voice floated into Zimo's mind again.
Zimo said compassionately: "Get out!" ”
25 "......"
"Little Foam ......"
Zimo took a deep breath, and then looked at him again: "Can you go back to your room first, uncle, I'm sleepy." ”
Bai Jinyan didn't speak anymore.
The two were at a stalemate like this for a while, and Bai Jinyan didn't want to really scare Zimo, so he stayed with her for a while and finally left.
The door was shut.
Zimo finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The first time, the first time she had the urge to scold her mother, if it was before, the man who was standing in her room just now would have died without a place to be buried.
Where can I tolerate him to continue to stand there in a good manner!
It's fucking unpleasant to come to this world, to do something to break tasks, to be restricted everywhere, and to have this kind of grievance!
Zimo, who has never liked to burst foul mouth, has exploded twice in a row today, which shows that she is really angry.
However, she was also very tired.
It didn't take long to lie down and fall asleep.
The next day, Zimo went to school early, and she didn't even eat breakfast, because she was afraid that when she got up in the morning and had breakfast, she would meet Bai Jinyan, which would be embarrassing.
The man who violated her was the target of her strategy, and she couldn't kill it, so she couldn't swallow her anger.
Then simply out of sight.
Moreover, Zimo finally decided to attack the other two people first, in her opinion, her uncle is not easy to deal with, and it is not easy to fool first, so it is safer to put it first and then attack the strategy.
Just came to school.
She ran into Sheng Yi, Zimo's face was a little ugly, but she looked at Sheng Yi with a trace of indescribable expression.
Some of the sadness and helplessness that do not belong to the girlhood.
Looking at her lonely back and her right foot, which was obviously a little uncoordinated in her walking, Sheng also frowned.
During class, Zimo was always distracted, as if she was preoccupied, and Sheng was also in the same class as her, so he watched her every move.
At lunchtime, she seemed to be a little unable to swallow, and the two used to eat together, so Zimo still knew what she liked to eat.
He had thought that she would make trouble with him when she came to school today, but yesterday it was only because their parents were there, so she said that.
After all, she has never wronged herself, but ........
"Wow, host,You didn't do anything, how did the male master's favorability towards you go up by 10 points.,Now it's -40 yo host!"
The voice of two hundred and five suddenly sounded in Zimo's mind, and it was about to start admiring its host, it was so powerful!
Zimo sneered.
How can you, an unknown object that is nothing, understand such a thing as human feelings?
Two hundred and five who were inexplicably poked in the heart: "......"