Crazy coquetry in his paranoid arms

Chapter 69 "Breakup Fee" [Recommended Ticket Plus Update]

Chapter 69 "Breakup Fee" [Recommended Ticket Plus Update]

"…Um."

Her voice was muffled.

Mu Qiaoling clicked her tongue softly, put her hand on her shoulder, and shook, "If you don't want to go, don't go, he won't do anything to you! Besides, isn't there me here?"

Su Yan nodded, and after a few seconds of silence, hesitantly said: "Is this not good?"

After all, he was a classmate, and besides, he even came to personally invite him.

If you don't give face, don't go.

Will it be a little impolite.

Mu Qiaoling didn't have such thoughts at all, and rolled her eyes in an unladylike way, "How to be happy, don't think too much, okay!"

Su Yan snorted, "I'd better go."

The homework has been copied many times, no matter what, it is still a little familiar.

Mu Qiaoling nodded, "It's fine, I'm here, don't be afraid."

Su Yan's heart suddenly warmed up, she rolled her lips and smiled, her eyes were crescent-like.

Laughing so much that Mu Qiaoling's heart melted.

If she was a man, she thought she would definitely fall in love with Su Yan.

Oh shit.

This kind of soft and cute girl is so good that people like her can't refuse at all! !

Over there, Fu Yang walked over humming the battle song of victory and gave Zhao Chengcheng a high five in tacit understanding.

Blinking: "It's done!"

Su Yan is coming to his birthday party.

"Aye, it's true. He said he was chasing someone, but there was no movement at all. He knew how to sleep all day long. Could it be that he was chasing someone in a dream?" Zhao Chengcheng complained wildly.

Fu Yang stroked his chin, smiled extremely obscenely, but pretended to be profound: "It's a good way to say it."

"If it's in a dream, it's called thinking day by day and dreaming at night. To put it bluntly, it's spring. Dream or lust. Obscenity."

Zhao Chengcheng punched him and laughed loudly, "Brilliant!"

What a ghost.

Jiang Ye kicked over.

Zhao Chengcheng's ass was almost shaken off.

Jiang Ye raised his head from the crook of his arms, with a sleepy face, the broken hair on his forehead was messy and upturned, and there were two red marks on his face under the pressure of his clothes, "You're looking for death."

I slept for two classes in a row, didn't say a word, didn't drink a sip of water, and when I spoke, my voice was low and hoarse.

Fu Yang straightened the chair for Zhao Chengcheng, curled his lips, "We created opportunities for Ah Ye, I celebrate my birthday, and Su Yan will come too."

Only then did Jiang Ye regain his energy, wiped his face, and opened the window.

The cold wind blows straight into it, and dances with icy snowflakes.

When Fu Yang and Zhao Chengcheng came into contact with the cold air, they shivered and hugged each other tightly to keep warm.

The cold wind hit his face, but Jiang Ye didn't care. He brushed his hair and asked casually, "What's your name?"

Fu Yang: "Of course!"

That arrogant look seemed to be rewarded.

Jiang Ye stared at him with a half-smile.

Fu Yang didn't take it seriously at first, then he was a little frightened, and then his heart was stagnant.

He said: "Why are you looking at me like that? Don't you fall in love with me? Sorry, I don't accept fuck. Ji."

Unless I'm attacking.

This is not said.

Afraid of being beaten by Jiang Ye.

Jiang Ye blew the wind for a while, and closed the window again.

Holding his chin with one hand, he looked frivolous: "Are I chasing people, or are you chasing people, so aggressive?"

Zhao Chengcheng, a stinky brat, added fuel to the flames: "Yes, yes! When we were just in the first class, this guy was staring at work, so don't argue about Su Yan being his favorite, Ah Ye, you still don't care about this matter." Do you have an impression?"

Jiang Ye lowered his eyes slightly, and his eyes stopped on Su Yan who was resting on his stomach not far away.

Respond in a serious manner: "I have an impression."

Fu Yang: "..."

Fu Yang took Zhao Chengcheng's hand out of his down jacket pocket with a blank expression.

Folding over, he tore a piece of paper and threw it on Zhao Chengcheng's face, arrogantly and coldly: "This is a breakup fee, get out."

Fuck his brotherhood.

No one fell when it was time to stab the knife.

Can this old thing be blah blah?

(End of this chapter)

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