Cold pudding lamented again and again: "Brother, how can you do this to me? You beat me up, then you gave me a candy to eat, and then you told me it was actually a candy that I couldn't eat yet. Oh, brother, what do you want? I'm telling you, I'm a man of backbone. ”

Leng Mo glanced at him and asked playfully, "Oh? Spine? ”

"Of course!" Cold Pudding straightened his back, his face full of unyielding and stubbornness. He said righteously: "Brother, I know what you mean. Aren't you just trying to make me retreat through all kinds of means? But you're too unreasonable, and you're underestimating me. There has to be a first-come, first-served arrival. You and I like Bao'er at the same time, and this thing does seem to be a bit bloody. But I chased people first, and I caught them first. You have the ability to rob it. Do you think I'll give up my true love if you beat me up? Hmph, childish, ridiculous! ”

Leng Mo raised his eyebrows and glanced at him dangerously: "Who told you that I like Lai Bao'er?" ”

Cold pudding couldn't help but feel sad: "Isn't it? ”

Leng Mo looked at him with the eyes of a sand sculpture.

Leng Pudding hugged his head and cried: "Oh, brother, what do you mean?" Why did you beat me up for no reason? You mean. There must be an explanation for death. ”

Leng Mo's footsteps paused slightly, and his eyes began to look away unnaturally, no matter how he looked, he was a little awkward and weak.

"I... Got the wrong person. ”

Cold Pudding was stunned: "What? Are you getting the wrong person? You mean to say that you think I'm flirting with someone else? ”

emmm... Someone is silent!

Leng Pudding was angry: ", this beating with Lao Tzu is in vain." Oops, brother, you're going too far. ”

"Didn't I give you a sports car? What more do you want? ”

Cold Pudding frenzied: "It turns out that this car is a gift for you to apologize to me." No, Lao Tzu has principles, and Lao Tzu was wronged. You bow to Lao Tzu now and apologize. Fast. ”

Leng Mo's pace stopped completely. He was facing the cold pudding, his brows dyed with solemnity and danger: "Are you sure? ”

It is said that the cold pudding has lived for sixteen years, and no one has ever been afraid, not even his parents. But I'm afraid of this cousin alone.

Because don't mess with him, or he'll have a hundred ways to keep you from dying.

The conditioned reflex that has been practiced for many years, and before Cold Pudding's brain realizes the danger, his legs shiver very consciously.

Oops, dangerous!

His face changed, and his colorful pig's head face also became bitter melon-shaped. Shrinking his neck, he said curtly, "Ahem, no." No need to apologize. Brother, I think you have deeply realized your mistakes, and you don't have to make them again in the future. Well, that's it! ”

At the end, he nodded solemnly, as if this was an amazing cognition.

Quick, praise him for his cleverness!

Leng Mo rewarded him with a knife: "The consciousness is quite high." ”

Cold pudding immediately made a dogleg shape: "Hehe, that's that." ”

The two turned around and finally returned to the residence.

The first thing Cold Pudding did was to find Qin Chenchen. But the personal doctor said she was being examined, and he gave up.

He leaned against the door of Leng Chenchen's room, holding a mirror, and kept looking at his face, and at the same time, his face was full of pain and remorse.

"Oh, my face is more beautiful than Pan An, why are you like this?"

Leng Mo glanced at him, "You're enough." ”

Leng Pudding was indignant: "It's not enough, it's all you, you compensate me." ”

Leng Mo put his hands in his pockets, squinted his eyes, and his tone rose a little strangely: "Compensation to you?" ”

Cold Pudding shuddered and shook his head busily: "No, no, no... No. ”