Chapter 8

He Yin rolled his eyes directly, and dismantled the stage disrespectfully: "Brother, be sober, Xiao Zai is just playing with you."

"That doesn't matter." Qin Ke spread his hands and said plausibly, "At least he agreed with my point of view in a perfunctory manner."

He Yin choked: "...No, I can't answer your words."

Lin Er couldn't help but laugh.

When he turned his head, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Wen Miao walking towards this side. Lin Er turned his head, stood up with his textbook, and made way for her.

Wen Miao didn't seem to wake up, she greeted them lazily and squeezed into the seats inside.

After sitting down again, Lin Er put down the book in his hand, and leaned over to look at her face: "Master Cat, are you alright?"

Wen Miao rubbed the corners of her eyes, she seemed sleepy and not sober, even her voice was vague: "It's okay."

After arguing with Qin Ke, He Yin also raised his head from behind, poked Wen Miao's shoulder with his finger, stretched his neck and asked her, "Master Cat, can I ask you a question."

Wen Miao took a sip of the milk, didn't speak, and only gave him a look of "speak up if you have something to say, and let go of farts if you have something to say".

He Yin put away his nonsense very consciously, and went straight to the point: "Didn't you smash up his shop yesterday, how much did the boss make you lose?"

When this matter was mentioned, most of Wen Miao's drowsiness dissipated in an instant, and her whole body became refreshed.

"No." Wen Miao said, "He didn't make me lose money."

"Huh?" He Yin was a little surprised, "Then the boss is quite nice."

"No." Wen Miao took down the bag of sweet milk she was biting into, and said in a straightforward tone, "He sent me to a mental hospital and forced me to register."

He Yin: "..."

This is unacceptable.

After a while of silence, the instigator, He Yin, coughed, and decided to press on: "Ahahaha, this boss is quite interesting in his work, is he a young man?"

Wen Miao drank the last two sips of milk, threw the empty bag into the trash can, and said, "It seems to be seventeen."

When she was trying to cry for her father, someone in the crowd seemed to say this.

He Yin: "Hey, is it so young? It's about the same age as us."

Wen Miao glanced at him, but said nothing.

Isn't this nonsense?

Otherwise, she wouldn't have cried for her father and failed to cry yesterday, but instead was dragged to a mental hospital.

He Yin asked again: "Handsome?"

"..." Wen Miao simply turned to look at him, "Why? If you're handsome, you're going to ask for a WeChat account?"

He Yin said "Oh", waved his hands and said, "No, I'm just curious."

Wen Miao didn't speak.

After half a minute, He Yin asked again: "Are you handsome?"

Wen Miao: "..."

Wen Miao sighed: "Handsome."

He Yin asked: "How handsome is he?

Wen Miao happened to see the Chinese document open in his hand, glanced at it from the corner of his eye, borrowed "Song of Everlasting Regret" directly on the spot, and replied: "From now on, the king will not be as handsome as he came to court early."

"Oh~" He Yin dragged his tone, and then made a very intuitive summary, "Not handsome?"

"Yes, very right." Wen Miao agreed with this very much, and extended the words a little bit, "He is too handsome to be human, and he doesn't speak human words, and he doesn't deal with human affairs."

He Yin: "..."

This is also unacceptable.

Forget it, don't mention the past, no matter how many winds and rains in life, let the past pass.

(End of this chapter)

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