Fast-passing system: female support, not serious

Chapter 150 Crispy Yu, Let’s Get Black (5)

"Hey." Wei Qianluo replied with a smile.

Wei Qianluo and Wei Zi took a seat to play tennis, doing warm-up exercises.

With a slender waist, long legs, and the temperament of a royal sister, Wei Zi, who has straight and long hair parted in the middle, is particularly attractive to some boys.

For example, Qiao Lanyu, the gay friend of the hero Han Zijin.

He saw Wei Zi doing the warm-up exercise and his eyes went straight.

"Zijin, look at that young lady, my food~" Qiao Lanyu said excitedly, pulling her voice.

"..." Han Zijin pursed his lips slightly when he heard the words, his eyes fell on Wei Zi's body lightly, and he quickly looked back.

"What do you think?"

Han Zijin threw the ball into the sky indifferently, and hit Qiao Lanyu neatly.

It hit the face just a short distance away.

Ahhh, hold back, smile.

Qiao Lanyu smiled with a dark face.

Wei Qianluo glanced at it from the corner of her eye, and immediately wanted to complain.

It's unscientific that the hero's popularity is not as high as that of the supporting actor.

Looking at his appearance, he's so handsome, isn't he?
It wasn't until later that Wei Qianluo realized that Han Zijin's care was for a very small number of people, and for most people, he didn't even look indifferently.

Qiao Lanyu silently picked up the tennis ball on the ground, and hit it out with a sound of "pia".

The corners of his mouth twitched lightly, this dead-faced paralyzed man is really uncute.

Han Zijin took his vindictive look into his eyes, the light in his eyes was faint, the sun shone on his body, and the shadow falling on the ground looked taller and taller.Broken hair covered the eyes as deep as the night, and the indifference between the brows was slightly restrained.

"Catch the ball." Wei Zi handsomely threw the ball to Wei Qianluo.

Wei Qianluo caught the ball with her hands, her small eyes flashed with resentment.

Beauty misleads people!
After a few back and forth, Wei Zi raised her thumbs up to Wei Qianluo: "It's better than before."

"Hee hee." Wei Qianluo grinned.

However, this pride.

The tennis ball was not received, and there was an accident.

The green tennis ball was like a missile, heading straight for Han Zijin's face.

Seeing this, Wei Qianluo was greatly surprised.

A pair of almond eyes widened, and the racket in his hand fell to the ground.

Han Zijin's pupils shrank sharply, and he reached out and knocked the tennis ball away.

Phew, Wei Qianluo sighed inwardly.

Really dangerous.

Han Zijin silently turned her back and glanced at her palms.

broken skin...

A trace of surprise flashed across his eyes, but he soon calmed down.

Accident.

Wei Qianluo came to her senses and ran towards Han Zijin.

"Is your hand okay?" Wei Qianluo asked.

Han Zijin shook his head.

Throwing the ball to her with his intact hands, he coldly left her with a back view.

Wei Qianluo orz: Damn it, why don't you be so cold.People who don't know think you are dumb.

Qiao Lanyu scratched her head and explained: "This is my childhood. He has been like this since he was a child. He doesn't like to talk and is coquettish."

"Oh." Wei Qianluo's eyes were full of guilt, "Say 'I'm sorry' to him for me, I was too careless."

"Yeah, by the way, who is the girl you beat up with?"

"Eh..." Wei Qianluo shuddered.

"That's my own sister."

"Oh, that's it. What's her phone number?" Qiao Lanyu's eyes lit up, and she asked repeatedly.

Wei Qianluo was even more speechless.

"You... make him small."

"It's okay, deadfacial is very independent. If he gets hurt, he will take care of it."

I feel sorry for the hero having such a bad friend for a second.

"My sister's phone number... You are not picking on my sister, are you? Let me tell you, stop your thoughts as soon as possible, my sister is a very cold person."

"Hahaha, I want to chase your sister. She's very cold... No matter how cold I am, can I feel a little cold? It's rare to see him say three words a day." Qiao Lanyu laughed awkwardly.

I thought to myself: No one can understand how miserable it is for him to chat with this dead-faced palsy.

Say ten sentences, but you may not answer half a sentence.

(End of this chapter)