Chapter 40: Non-professional, why do you want me to carry your pot?

But the young man did not expect that a leaf in Wanhua bush that had not touched his body was planted in the gutter of the Hades ...
After the boy rubbed his painful forehead, his full-hearted anxiety suddenly turned into a sloppy style on the lips: "This is a story that Xiao San is always more arrogant than the main room, and the perpetrator is always the first to call the wrong. I wonder if Ming Willing to listen? "
They were all seen, and the teenager simply was too lazy to lie.
Moreover, even if Ming Yu could not bear to report the case at the end, the source of the electric JI rod and the syringe was Gu Zifan's side. Why do these two things affect both of them, juveniles can also be said to be legitimate defenses, aren't they?
Obviously, the underworld has no desire to listen.
The Gu family is well known in Philadelphia.
But at this moment, the teenager rubbed his head, letting a black hair raise a few distressed hairs, and Ming Yu looked at the bottom of his eyes.
It can be said that this should be regarded as the first time that the underworld saw the teenager reveal her look that she should have in front of her.
Looking at a few dead hairs on her head, Ming Yu's hand suddenly wanted to stretch out and rub.
He has always been activist. As soon as this idea flashed in my head, my hand followed.
When his big palm touched the teenager's hair, both of them were a little bit confused ...
juvenile
Amazing, because the behavior of the underworld is completely different from what he expected. She thought that the underworld should report the police righteously, and threatened her to stay away from her.
But who knows, the enemy attacked her hair in five seconds ...
OK?
The side of the underworld is also staring thoughtfully at his big palm that fell on the hair of the teenager. But he was surprised that the softness of the juvenile hair. I never expected that such a bad boy's hair would be so silky.
A few minutes later, the teenager's ink hair was almost rubbed into a henhouse. But the hand on his head still didn't stop his hair.
"Shao Ming, I'm not a puppy." The teenager had to remind him.
"I know!"
"Then you still ..." The boy looked up. In the clear eyes, there was a plain grievance latent.
It was also this feeling that made Mingyu rub her two hairs at the end, and then she stopped.
After a pause, the atmosphere after rubbing was inexplicably awkward.
Young boy coughed, after breaking this weird atmosphere, he said: "Shao Ming, I still have something, so I won't disturb you. Mingru is over there, please help me."
"What's the matter?" Ming Yu also didn't understand why he touched the teenager's hair and reproduced the emotion he wanted to keep her.
"Tutoring." After half an hour, it was time for her and Ling Fei to agree to tutoring math courses.
"The two in the bathroom ..."
Although the mood was a bit wrong after touching his head, Ming Yu still got the source of the clear pot.
"You helped me deal with it!" The teenager looked indifferent, without the slightest look that a strong man should not have.
The Underworld instantly became slightly angry.
"You did it. Why should I handle it?"
Non-professional, why do you want me to carry your pot?
But in the face of the wrath of the Underworld, the young man still smiled faintly: "Look at my hair, now I am afraid I can't explain it!"
The words of the teenager made Mingyu take a closer look at her.
Her hair was not messy. Just a few more hairs than before.
Coupled with her Zhang Mingyan's open face, it does not make people feel that this is a flaw at all, but adds a little laziness out of thin air.
It's just that he has messed up his hairstyle ...