He clenched Qingning's hand: "Can you wait for me and wait for me?"

Qingning looked at her hand holding her clearly-chorded hands and was stunned, "What are you going to do? I'm quite cold here? Tell me to wait for you here? No! If you have something to do, you can shout on the terrace and I'll come out." As she said that, her other hand reached out and patted her big hand, "Let go! I'm going back! I'm frozen to death!" As she said that, she turned around and ran back, "I won't bring that troublesome spirit of Gao Jie in the future."

Stayed strictly on the terrace, holding the porcelain, and was stunned for a long time.

This semester is over, and it will be divided into liberal arts and science in the next semester.

Qingning was a complete science voice. After the exam, she asked Yan: "What about you? Literature or Science?"

This is unnecessary, Qingning knew that he must be in science. He agreed that the two of them would take the same class as a university in the future.

Yan didn't say anything, Qingning didn't think much, just talked: "I don't know if I'll change the teacher next year." He said and asked again, "Why haven't you seen Xu Qiang after school recently?"

I have no intention of controlling Xu Qiang wherever I go. As long as I think of it for a long time, I can't see you anymore, and I feel uncomfortable. I have no energy to pay attention to others.

As for Xu Qiang, he sent Qingping to the bottom of the building, "It's okay! Go upstairs. If you're scared, ask Uncle San to take you back."

Han was like taking the wrong medicine. Since that time, he had been stalking Qingping. Every day after school, he blocked Qingping at the school gate. She was so scared that she went back to the classroom and waited until the high school department was over and walked together.

But the school uniforms in junior high school are still very conspicuous in the high school, and they are often caught by Han.

He leaned against the wall, raised his chin and guarded the bad boy who was threatening her to the corner to the intersection. Then he held a cigarette in his mouth, sprayed a cigarette ring from time to time in his nose, rubbed one foot against the wall behind him, and half-closed his eyes to see Ping, "There is no other meaning, I just want to talk to you."

Qingping frowned. She didn't like the smell of smoke, nor did she like to be forced to come over. "If you do this, I will call the police. If I call the police, this matter will not be good. I know you have never done anything bad, so I don't want to go that step. Don't disturb me anymore, this matter will be over, can it be done?"

Han smiled: "No! I just want to ask you one thing. After asking, you will leave."

"You ask." Qingping quickly said these two words. Everyone could tell that she wanted to get rid of his mood, and she was particularly urgent.

Han looked at her sideways and sneered, "Are you guys having sex with Xu Qiang?"

Qingping's face turned red after a flash of brush, "What are you talking about? There is nothing wrong with us, two families, are very familiar with each other."

"Oh!" Han took another sip of cigarette, "You didn't have a partner with him, so let's have sex, do you think it's okay?"

Qingping was scared, "What are you talking about?"

The Korean and North Korea intersection raised their chin and said, "Go back quickly. I'll come to find you tomorrow."

Qingping was stunned and looked up at Han.

Although Han Xian's eyes were not big, they were narrow and narrow and slightly raised, and they were a bit seductive when looking at people. Especially with that little expression, he was serious, and he looked like a good boy and a good girl. The more he looked so stern, the more seductive the look was, the more seductive it was.

My heart is itchy.

He leaned forward suddenly and his face leaned over, "If you don't leave, I'll kiss you very much."

Qingping was so scared that he ran back.

When she got home, her third uncle was there. The pot was made by the nanny and she brought it down. She saw her niece looking too frightened.

He was startled: "What's wrong? Who bullied you?"

"No!" Qingping was embarrassed to tell her third uncle about this. To be honest, Han Zhen didn't seem to have malicious intentions.

If she told her third uncle, this would be a big deal. The fourth uncle and his aunt would definitely have to take care of it. They could send Han in and close him for ten days and half a month with just one call. She didn't want to cause trouble, nor did she want to make enemies with Han.

This made her particularly anxious.

After finally seeing off my uncle, I finished eating the noodles with all my worries. It was getting dark, and when she got up and pulled the curtain, it was not Han who was smoking under the street light.

She stood by the window and looked down, and Han looked up with his head raised.

She brushed the curtain and pulled it up. Soon, she heard a song outside, "The person I love is gone. Huhu. When will this love bird come. The person I love has flew away. The person I love has flew away. She hasn't arrived. The love bird has flew away. My love bird hasn't arrived yet."

Her face was red and hot, and she was helpless and wanted to open the window to stop her, but she didn't dare, for fear that more people would know that Han was looking for her.

The third brother smoked at the window, and Qingjuan followed the tutor to teach in the house. The teacher said that second-hand smoke was not good for the children, so he almost only smoked at the window.

Seeing that the boy downstairs was sucking and singing again in a short while, he cursed: Bad boy.

This kind of trick was the rest of the time he played.

After smoking the cigarette, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

He knew very well who lived in this building and who was in his family. He didn't follow the boy and looked at a girl of similar age last year. There were two big girls, one of whom was 23 years old and was about to get married, and everyone had eaten the wedding candy for the engagement. Another one was in a technical secondary school and should have not come back from holiday.

So who are you looking for?

Clutching a young wife?

No! The young man can't do this.

After smoking the cigarette, he turned around and closed the window. He thought of going downstairs to serve the small pot of Qingping's noodles. He suddenly stopped.

How old is your eldest niece this year?

You are fourteen or fifteen years old.

How old is the boy downstairs?

It's seventeen or eighteen?

Almost the same!

When the fourth brother and Tong were so old, they talked about the same thing. Tong was so angry that she married the fourth brother when she was eighteen years old.

But don’t even understand anything! In fact, such a young child understands everything.

There is nothing wrong with not hooking up with your own girl, it’s just a joke.

But if you hook up with your own girl, this kid deserves a beating.

He sneered and held the coat without wearing it. He put it on his body and went out.

When I got downstairs, I took out the cigarette and leaned over, "Hey! Boy, borrow a fire."

What kind of mess are you singing? Are you still a lovebird?

Want love, right? It seems that you don’t want your bird anymore!

The little hooligan didn't know that he was a fighter among the hooligans. He looked up and wore his clothes, walked with a swaying three times, one shoulder was high and the other was low. He didn't know how his head was drooping, which made people feel very stylish.

This familiar feeling makes people know at a glance that this is a fellow practitioner. He is just a mess!

He took out the lighter and lit the cigarette for the other party.

The third brother stared at the lighter in the kid's hand, "It's quite fashionable!"

The boy also got on the way and threw it directly to the third brother: "I'll give it to you."

Very good at doing things!

The third brother reached out and grabbed it into his hand. When he turned his head, he saw a shadow behind the curtain swaying.

Qingping was so scared that his heart jumped out. When she heard the song stop, she lifted the curtain and looked out, thinking that it was someone who had left, but who knew she had seen her third uncle.

It's so scary!

Han followed the third brother's gaze and smiled.

The third brother asked with a squinted look: "Do you fall in love with that girl?"

Han said, "Things are nothing."

"Nothing?" The third brother snorted, "What are you howling under someone's window in the middle of the night? Are you not afraid that his dad will come out and beat you up."

Han cut, "I've asked for it a long time, she lives alone."

Then you are not careful when inquiring. Has no one told you that his third uncle lives upstairs? More importantly, his third uncle has become a famous hooligan.

The third brother laughed: "I'm pretty concerned?"

"That's it!" Han Shen took a sip of cigarettes, and then slowly exhaled a circle of eyes. "She looked at me, and my heart was like a cat's claws. You said that ordinary girl." There was no such a demonic spirit, and her voice was in a coquettish voice, and her face was red and white, "but I just thought I was too rare."

Have you ever been interested?

"I heard that the girl is going to take the college entrance exam." The third brother shot ash, "You won't go to school, are you?"

"I'm going to college to live a good life." Han threw away the cigarette in his hand. "I've thought about it all. As long as she promises to get along with me, I will try my best to make money. She doesn't have to do anything, I'll support her."

What's all this bullshit.

He is obviously a Mao boy who is still alive.

He sneered: "Do you raise her?"

Han nodded, "Of course I have to support her!"

The third brother held a cigarette in one hand and reached over the other person's shoulder with one hand, "Ask you something."

The topic jumped too quickly, Han frowned, but he was still patient: "What's the matter? You ask."

"Have you heard of the golden monster?" The third brother looked at him squintedly.

"Then who doesn't know!" Han's voice was louder, "It's a pity that I've never seen it before."

The third brother pointed at himself, "I!"

"Who?" Han Buming was so.

"I'm a golden monster!" The third brother hugged him and turned around, pointed to Qingping's window, "She's third uncle!"

Han Kaka turned his head in slow motion and looked at the third brother incredibly: "Golden Monster? Her third uncle?"
Chapter completed!