Discipline cute little sweet cat

At the window of the restaurant, a tall figure leaned against the wall with a gloomy complexion, his light-colored eyes darkened, looking at the two people frolicking in the boulevard, he punched the wall.

"asshole!"

The people around the restaurant saw the actions of this proud man and whispered to their companions, and some female students even wanted to strike up a conversation.

Someone really came forward.

"That, this is for you." A quiet-looking female classmate handed him a handkerchief.

The punch was very hard just now, and a little dust fell off the white wall, which seemed to be a little bright red. Ignoring the pain, he waved his hand and slapped the female classmate away, and the delicate classmate fell down.

The dining table where the three of them were sitting together before was overturned by this momentum, and the leftovers were messed up on the floor, submerging a deformed and broken spoon.

"Don't provoke me." After finishing speaking, Dong Shangling turned around and stepped on the handkerchief embroidered with exquisite flowers, and left the restaurant expressionlessly.

"Nai Nai, are you okay?" The people beside him immediately helped the fallen female classmate up.

"Wuuu... I just kindly gave him a handkerchief, why are you so fierce." The female classmate who was called Nana stood up with the help of her friend, and kept crying.

"Nai Nai, don't cry." The best friend kept comforting her, and suddenly saw her hand cut by the broken porcelain, and shouted: "Ah, it's bleeding, Nana, I'll take you to the infirmary."

"Hey, my handkerchief, my favorite one." Nana, who was dragged to the infirmary by her best friend, struggled to pick up the handkerchief that was trampled on the floor.

"Really, what are you picking up with a dirty handkerchief!" The buddy got angry and dragged her out of the restaurant.

"Hey, it's very important. Grandma embroidered it for me."

The people in the restaurant could vaguely hear Nana's voice drifting over, some couldn't help laughing at the little girl who stepped forward, the nymphomaniac also depends on the target, isn't it courting death for such a gloomy emanating body.