My Devil Young Master

Hearing this, Xiao mingluo did not mention how happy she was. She patted her shoulder and said, "there is a future, girl! You can see that. "

Ling Hanyu shook his head helplessly: "mingluo, are you asking the fuckin 'business? Don't you look good without looking at the seven records? "

Xiao mingluo then let go of his hand, put his smile on his face and asked Wan Zi seriously, "have you seen an chuxia? Seven records is looking for her everywhere, how can't find it. "

The ball's startling eyes widened, thinking: it's over, it's over I knew she would not have come to take the umbrella! Take your sister's umbrella!!

Seeing the Wan Zi's expression, Xiao mingluo couldn't help laughing again and said in a voice, "how can you put on a look like a ghost again? I ask you, have you seen the people of anchuxia? "

The back is tight when asked. Wan Zi knows that if an chuxia is punished by her and Mo Xinwei, she will surely die Not so good-looking! So he made up his mind to hide it from them, put on a huge smile again, blinked his eyes, and pretended to remember whether he had met an chuxia.

"Ah! Yes Wan Zi patted his head: "she won't go to the canteen by herself, will she? Have you ever been to the canteen to find her? "

Ling Hanyu frowned and said in a voice, "yes, we haven't been to the canteen yet."

Several people look at each other, quite tacit agreement to stride over the umbrella and go down the stairs. The ball was greatly relieved and patted himself on the chest.

Han Qilu took a few steps and turned his head. The ball immediately pretended to be relaxed.

"Where are you going with so many umbrellas?" He looked inquisitive and always felt that today's meatballs seemed strange. But he couldn't say what was to blame.

"To the playground!" Without thinking about it, she blurted out. As soon as she said it, she wanted to bite her tongue. She could only shake her head and say, "not to the playground, but to library! Yes, the library. "

Listen to her say so, Han Qilu "Er" a, turn to catch up with Ling Hanyu and them.

Seeing that Han Qilu and his party had gone completely, Wan Zi suddenly sat on the steps. Looking at the umbrellas scattered all over the place, she sighed heavily, and said without tears: "I am calling who provokes whom! How did you meet them? "

The jacket pocket of the uniform suddenly vibrated. She took out the mobile phone in the pocket and pressed the answer key: "hello?"

Dead balls! How long does it take you to get a goddamn umbrella? A century has passed and you didn't even bring me an umbrella! Are you preaching the snail spirit?

Hearing Mo Xinwei's angry voice like Huashan, Wan Zi finally got up. What is mo Xinwei afraid of? Isn't she still holding the sky down?

"No, there was a little accident just now. It's coming. You wait." No more said meatballs hung up the phone, she did not intend to meet Han Qilu a group of things to tell Mo Xinwei.

Otherwise, you don't have to be scolded again?

Quickly pick up the umbrella on the ground, get up, run down the stairs and run to the playground.

A few minutes later, a funny scene formed on the playground. On the one hand, there were a large group of people running along the playground with sweat, and on the other hand, people with umbrellas of various colors were watching the running. People who didn't know thought something was going wrong.

"You can't watch them run with her any more." Mo Xinwei raises her feet and runs towards them, and a group of people run along with her.