If the original owner was in front of her, Meng Yao really wanted to spit on her face!

Is it such a filthy and shameless guy that you are obsessed with, even committed suicide for?

Is it blinded by shit, or is it a brain in the water?

What the hell is this?

Is it okay to throw garbage dumps and think he pollutes the environment?!

And when Yuan Zihan saw Meng Yao's eyes, the whole person was cold, and that feeling was like being stared at by an angry lioness.

But soon, after realizing that he was faintly frightened by Meng Yao, he was angry again because of shame.

"What's wrong, I'm not right?" He snorted coldly and stared at the girl with contempt on his face, "Do it, are you afraid that others won't be able to say it?" ”

Meng Yao raised his face, stared at him haughtily, and suddenly bent down and picked up the basketball at his feet.

He hooked his lips with a smile.

"This basketball is yours?"

Yuan Zihan's face tightened.

Oh no, this basketball is his treasure, and it has the autographs of top stars, and he has only recently spent a lot of money to get his hands on it.

He doesn't usually play with this, but today he meant to bring the ball to school and show it off to the others.

But just now, in a fit of rage, I didn't think much about it, and I threw the ball over.

"Hey, I warn you, give me the ball at once." Yuan Zihan tightened his voice, and his face was very ugly.

"Want?" Meng Yao raised her eyebrows.

"Less nonsense, give me the ball!" Yuan Zihan gritted his teeth and roared, and strode towards Meng Yao.

The girl stood there, staring up at him with a calm expression.

Then, the lips outline a cold arc.

Hand up.

The ball arced through the air and flew far away.

Yuan Zihan was dumbfounded, staring at his love ball, his head turning.

Everyone's eyes follow the trajectory of the ball.

The point where the ball lands, in the middle of the road.

Bang bang.

The ball bounced a few times, and then it happened to be hit by a car, and it instantly bounced far away and rolled into an alley on the side of the road.

"Oh no, my ball!"

Yuan Zihan exclaimed in surprise, turned his head and glared at Meng Yao viciously: "Ugly fat woman, you wait for me!" ”

Meng Yao said slowly: "If you don't go, you will be picked up by others later." ”

"Damn it!"

Yuan Zihan didn't have time to settle accounts with Meng Yao anymore, so he strode away.

Meng Yao stared at his anxious back, only to feel a little bit of evil in his heart, sneered, and turned around and entered the school gate.

Yuan Zihan got into the alley, it was a little dark, and after looking for a long time, he finally saw his love ball.

The basketball that was originally brand new and beautiful has now fallen into a pile of foul-smelling garbage in the corner.

Yuan Zihan was disgusted and helpless, so he could only pinch his nose and go over to pick up the ball.

When he had just bent down and tried to grab the ball, suddenly a cardboard box suddenly covered his head and face.

It suddenly went dark in front of me.

", who?!"

The incident happened suddenly, and Yuan Zihan was at a loss, so he only had time to scold.

Then, someone kicked him in the waist.

He was already bent over, but immediately lost his balance, fell forward, and fell into the garbage heap.

The pungent stench, the rotten and slippery feeling, instantly enveloped him.

was so disgusting that Yuan Zihan almost didn't vomit last year's overnight meal.

Before he could scold angrily, there was another storm of punches and kicks.

It was a long few minutes like a century before the other party stopped and left.

Yuan Zihan, who was in a state of embarrassment, gasped and got up, so angry that his eyes turned black, and he was about to faint.

Fuck the grass, who the hell dares to plot against him?!