100 Ways to Get the Male God - Chapter 1565
[Chapter 1565 Can I come over and kiss you (13)]
Yu Chu was both angry and funny.
This guy beats people and wants to bribe her not to tell the teacher after feeding him candy? She didn’t intend to tell.
But I just wanted to make fun of him.
She stared at each other: “Fighting at school is a violation of discipline. I can’t hide this from the teacher.”
Fu Yu’s dark eyes looked at her flatly, then glanced back. Everyone on the ground who touched his eyes quickly got up and ran away, dispersing cleanly.
Everyone was running and groaning in their hearts. That little girl is so bold, isn’t it normal for school bullies to fight? Do you want to tell the teacher?
Really dead brains, offending the school bully still have a good life? Two fingers could crush her to death.
After the people in the corridor were cleared, Fu Yu returned her beautiful eyes and said indifferently, “You ate my candy. If you ate candy, it’s not too much to tell the teacher?”
Yu Chu has a backbone: “Isn’t it just candy, I bought it tomorrow and returned it to you, it’s wrong for you to fight.”
A non-negotiable tone.
Fu Yu stared at her for a few seconds.
The atmosphere froze.
I have to say that the school bully has a cold face, and it does look a bit frighteningly cold. Especially with a pair of dark eyes, the abyss is as dangerous as stepping into the air.
Yu Chu is a little wary – this guy won’t hit her! She doesn’t practice martial arts now, so she definitely can’t beat the big school tyrant…
There was no emotion in the eyes of the other party, and she stared at her lazily, with a calm and indifference.
Yu Chu took a slow step under his feet, ready to turn around and run away at any time.
However, Fu Yu only curled the corners of his lips: “Really, sugar is useless for you, not enough for bribes?”
He suddenly leaned down, his slender shadow obscured the hallway lights, and a cold embrace covered her, carrying a shoulder bag and carrying her into his arms, “How about a hug? Master Study Committee, take pity on me.”
The voice was a bit lazy and low, indifferent and seductive.
Yu Chu was stunned.
This man is very tall, the girl is petite, and the top of his head has not yet reached his collarbone, when he is suddenly carried into his arms, the height difference looks very cute, his cheeks are completely buried in the boy’s cold arms, and there is a kind of clean and light fragrance.
The youth’s indifferent voice came lazily from the top of his head: “Ah, if sugar is not good, can you give me a hug like this?” As she spoke, she rubbed the top of her head, thoughtfully, “Your hair is soft, you really look like a rabbit. what.”
Yu Chu reacted and pushed him away.
Her hair was rubbed a little messy, and a stray strand of hair stood up on the top of her head. The boy naturally reached out to comb her, but she was slapped away without touching her.
Fu Yu raised his eyebrows, his dark eyes were a bit like a smile but not a smile, “Hold me, hit me again, you can not tell the teacher now, eh?”
Yu Chu didn’t intend to entangle, but when she heard the words, she was amused by his crooked reasoning. She raised her eyebrows and laughed: “Why do you agree to give me a hug?”
The slender boy patted his shoulder with his long fingers, and said sullenly, “Many girls want to hug me, it’s cheaper, Miss Rabbit.”
Yu Chu: “…”
Couldn’t refute it.
This kind of narcissism can only be said by an amazingly beautiful young man, so it doesn’t seem to be very inconsistent. If you want to ridicule his narcissism, there is no way to ridicule him…
She was too lazy to argue, and turned to leave.
Fu Yu leaned against the railing, his eyes were cold, and he said slowly, “I have to return my candy tomorrow.”
The girl looked back at him.
The teenager raised his eyebrows and smiled lazily: “What I received is a hug, don’t you want to return the candy?”
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