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The temperature rises exceptionally fast in the morning of early summer, which directly leads to people's emotions being more likely to be agitated.

The breakfast shop under the scorching sun was very lively and extraordinarily quiet.

The lineup of five people against six people was arrogant, but no one made the first move, because each other was measuring each other's strength, after all, there was not much difference between one or two people.

The scene is quiet, but the next second the two sides may make a move.

Luo Weiwei, who was blocked in front of her by four tall boys, lowered her voice and said a word in the ear of the little girl, who nodded with red eyes, and sneaked around behind the small blackboard where the menu was written.

"Arun, what do you say?"

The five people on the other side, except for the boy who was fed a bowl of wontons by Luo Weiwei, all looked at Huang Mao, who was still sitting and didn't move—that is, the one who was called "Ah Run".

In front of everyone's eyes, Huang Mao swallowed the last wonton and nodded in satisfaction.

"It tastes good. What do you think? ”

"......" The boys fell silent.

Yellow Mao looked at the boy who had been splashed with a wonton with a smile.

"Arun......" The boy's face was a little ugly.

Luo Weiwei looked through Song Ningyuan's shoulders and felt from their faces the jealousy of the boy and others towards that yellow hair.

So, this guy who was knocked down by Fan Yihang with one kick is actually not as weak as she thought?

Luo Weiwei pushed aside Song Ningyuan and the others in front of her and walked up from behind.

"One person does things and one person does it, and I spill the wontons alone, so it's enough for me to go head-to-head with him, regardless of other people's affairs, what do you think?" When Luo Weiwei said this, she looked at the yellow hair, and there was no scum who was splashed with wontons.

Huang Mao stood up with a scattered face and stretched out a hand towards Luo Weiwei.

Song Ningyuan and the others subconsciously wanted to rush forward, but were blocked by Luo Weiwei with one hand.

Huang Mao just wanted to shake her hand.

Luo Weiwei looked at the muscular but not too exaggerated arm, frowned, and didn't reach over.

Huang Mao smiled indifferently, withdrew his hand, and said, "My name is Liao Run, I don't know if I have the honor to know your name?" ”

Luo Weiwei calmly reported her name: "Wei Luoluo." ”

A fool only said his real name!

"Okay, Mr. Wei Luoluo." Liao Run glanced sideways at the wonton man next to him, the expression on his face remained unchanged, and he also smiled.

Luo Weiwei found that this yellow hair actually looks quite good, but this yellow hair is very annoying.

Liao Run copied his pocket with one hand and said, "If you don't say a word to the people on my side, I still have to ask for an explanation." Otherwise, I can't vouch for your friends...... Feel free to get out of here. ”

The people on Liao Run's side straightened their chests one after another.

Luo Weiwei frowned and looked at the wonton man.

"It was the people on your side who moved my people first, and it was a boy who did it to a girl."

Liao Run's eyes cooled and he looked at the wonton man.

The wonton man shuddered and turned his head away.

"So be it." Liao Run raised his eyes and said, "Let's not waste each other's time, I also know that the woman in this breakfast shop doesn't know you." ”

Luo Weiwei: "Why don't you know?" She's my friend! ”

Liao Run raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Tell me, what's her name? ”

Luo Weiwei opened her mouth hesitantly, and finally pursed her lips.

Liao Run smiled and said, "I'm not embarrassed girls, let's take a step back in this matter, forget it." All you need is one answer to my question, and all of you will be safe. ”

Speaking of "peace and security", Liao Run deliberately bit these four people, and the people on his side showed an unpleasant smile.

Luo Weiwei can be regarded as having studied taekwondo for a few years, and it can be seen that it is indeed not difficult for the other party to want to bring down the people on her side.

It's fine if she's hurt a little herself, but she doesn't feel comfortable if someone else hurts.

Luo Weiwei's eyebrows furrowed with the word "Chuan", and asked compromisedly, "What is the problem?" ”

Liao Rui met Luo Weiwei's dark brown eyes, and her eyes narrowed into a slit.

"The home of Fan Yihang...... Where is it? ”

Luo Weiwei was stunned for a moment, and the increasingly intense light fell through the cracks in the black shade cloth on the breakfast shop, stabbing people a little unable to open their eyes.

She also narrowed her eyes, and then grinned: "You said Fan Yihang?" It's the guy I hate the most......"

Liao Run raised his eyebrows, waiting for her to continue.

Luo Weiwei looked at Liao Run expressionlessly and said, "I won't tell you, I'm also asking them to investigate." Why don't you leave a contact information, I find it and send it to you? ”

Liao Run was silent for a moment, and Luo Weiwei tried her best to make a bored expression.

He glanced at Luo Weiwei, and the smile on his face faded.

"I saw you that day, at the gate of No. 7 Middle School. You seem to be handing him a love letter......" He paused and said, "Wei Luoluo, I hope that our current communication is real and effective, and not a waste of each other's time." ”

"That's not a love letter!" Song Ningyuan stood up and explained for his boss: "That's a war book. Our big guy hates Fan Yihang, this is something that many people in the seventh middle school know. The big guy asked me to check my home address, and I found it! I can give it to you right now! ”

Luo Weiwei's expression changed slightly, and she frowned to stop Song Ningyuan from continuing.

But Song Ningyuan, this kid, seemed to be crazy, ignoring her eyes, and directly reported the address of Fan Yihang's house.

"Good." Liao Run nodded, looked at Luo Weiwei and said: "The enemy of the enemy is a friend, if you meet someone looking for trouble in the Thirteenth Middle School in the future, you can report my name, Wei Luoluo?" ”

Luo Weiwei raised her chin, closed her eyes and took a deep breath, greeting Song Ningyuan ten thousand times in her heart.

This idiot......

Compared with the "hated" Fan Yihang, these little gangsters with all kinds of hair in the thirteenth are the enemy, they are really big fools who don't distinguish between friend and foe!

"Wait!" Luo Weiwei stopped Liao Run, pondered the words and said, "I just heard the news, Fan Yihang ran away from home, and you can't find him when you go to his house." ”

"Who said I went to his house to look for him?"

Liao Run snorted and left with a group of people.

The wonton man was the last to leave, and before leaving, he didn't give Luo Weiwei a cold look, as if he was saying the villain's favorite sentence "You wait for me".

Luo Weiwei glared back fearlessly, and when Liao Run and the others completely disappeared from sight, she turned around and grabbed Song Ningyuan's collar.

"Song! Peaceful! Far! ”

Song Ningyuan was taken aback, and asked in a trembling voice: "Big, big guy...... What are you doing? ”

"You ask me? I still ask you! Luo Weiwei asked angrily: "Why did you tell him the address of Fan Yihang's house?!" ”

Song Ningyuan opened his mouth and replied, "Isn't he asking?" ”

"He asks you, and you give it?!" Luo Weiwei stomped her feet in anger.

Song Ningyuan quieted down and looked at her suspiciously.

"Big guy...... You won't be ......."