Xiaojiao, the god of learning, is really hard to follow

Chapter 290 Deducted From My Living Expenses

"No man?"

Yan Mumu's face instantly wrinkled, with puzzlement written all over her face: "???"

Xie Zhi stopped smiling and coughed lightly.

Don't mention how lame the reason is: "Isn't this very masculine?"

Yan Mumu reached out on tiptoe and lightly poked his wound.

"hiss……"

Xie Zhi gasped, Yan Mumu glanced at him, thinking of something: "Did you fight with Xie Yuqi?"

"Why with Xie Yuqi?"

"Because of Zhou Hui." Withdrawing her hand, Yan Mumu pursed her lips, "Xie Yuqi is quite pitiful."

"Huh?" Xie Zhi doubted his ears, "You look at my wound, do you feel sorry for the person who beat me?"

"Do you think Xie Yuqi's appearance is too humble in front of Zhou Hui?" Yan Mumu narrowed her eyes and recalled the scene just now, "Does loving someone make you lose yourself like this? Xie Yuqi seems to have seen through all Zhou Hui's thoughts, but Still following her, it's quite uncomfortable to watch."

"I scolded him, it's up to him whether he wakes up or not." Xie Zhi's expression gradually became calmer. Thinking about it carefully, he should probably be thankful that Yan Mumu is not someone like Zhou Hui, otherwise, he would be content with it. Follow Yan Mumu.

Yan Mumu looked up at the wound on his face. After a fight, it would be embarrassing to go back: "Then are you going back now?"

"Don't go back, take you home."

"Then what should we do with this?" Yan Mumu lifted the bag in his hand, the cigarette cases piled up inside were very obvious.

Xie Zhi took it and looked at the quantity and felt something was wrong, it was too much, so he opened the plastic bag and counted: "How much did you buy?"

"Six packs, one pack for each of you."

"Six packs?" Xie Zhi carefully recalled the number of people tonight, and the more he counted, the more something went wrong. He lowered his head and met the innocent and innocent eyes of the little girl: "Six packs? Count me?"

"Ang..." Yan Mumu nodded, Xie Zhi pressed his eyebrows helplessly: "Little ancestor, I really don't smoke, why don't you believe me?"

"Actually, I don't mind that much. I won't say anything if you smoke less."

"I really don't smoke."

Yan Mumu: "...Oh..."

Xie Zhi: "..."

Success, true success, oh again...

Walking past the trash can, Xie Zhi raised his hand and wanted to throw the bag in.

"!!!" Yan Mumu quickly reached out to stop the bag and hugged it tightly, staring at him warily: "What are you doing! I bought it for more than 200 yuan!"

"I don't smoke, why keep it? I almost lost it to you just to buy this broken cigarette. What do you want this cigarette for?"

In Xie Zhi's eyes, any comparison with Yan Mumu is Yan Mumu's victory.

"It's okay not to smoke. You have to keep it and put it at home. If guests come to smoke for guests, it would be a waste to throw it away."

Along the way, Yan Mumu held Yan in her arms, as if she was afraid that he would snatch her away. As soon as Xie Zhi approached, she trotted forward a few steps to distance herself from him.

Xie Zhi watched from behind as the little girl was wearing big clothes on her small body like she was flicking her big sleeves, and a short muffled laugh came out of his nostrils.

At the intersection, Yan Mumu walked straight forward when someone grabbed her by the collar from behind.

"It's time to turn, what are you running for? Huh? Do you want to sell yourself?"

Forced to compromise, Yan Mumu was picked up by Xie Zhi and turned a corner, and the bag in his hand was taken away by his hand that fell from the top: "I'll help you." He added: "How much to buy cigarettes? My living expenses are deducted."

It is impossible for a few big men to buy cigarettes and let the little girls pay for them.

"Where did you get the money?"

(End of this chapter)