Angel is a little bad

Chapter 188 The Role of Boyfriend

Lan Ni kept her head down, Huahuo pushed her, pushed her onto the chair, then stood behind her, crossed her chest, and looked at the girls with a half-hearted smile.Such a scene made her feel very happy.

"Wow—how could this be?" "What's none of our business?" "Punish whoever did it, why bother us"... The girls talked a lot and were dissatisfied.

Mao Congcong played with the Red Bull jar and said, "Oh, if you don't like this, there is another way, which is to point out the real culprit! Whoever points out the real culprit can leave! Also, if someone in the future If you speak ill of my girlfriend, or play tricks on my girlfriend, you are welcome to report, and all informers will be rewarded!"

He picked up the paper on the table in front of him, slapped it heavily, and said, "Here is a pen and paper. Those who decide to confess to the murderer should write it on this paper. Those who don't know the murderer but know the clues can do so." Alright. Alright, that’s all I need to say, let’s figure it out.”

After speaking, he took out the poker in his pocket and played alone, shuffling, drawing, shuffling and drawing...

And among the girls, it was as if a pot had exploded, one by one whispering to each other, their eyes and expressions became very weird.

It's amazing!Huahuo couldn't help laughing, this caterpillar is not completely simple-minded, he can become a generation of heroes on campus, he does have his own way!Sure enough, everyone can't underestimate it.

To betray accomplices or to safeguard their own interests?These girls are suffering and having a headache for this choice - how is it possible!Hanabi bets that they have already made their choice, they just need a little time to comfort themselves.

How long does it take to forgive your sins?Huahuo counted silently in her heart, ten-nine-eight-seven-six... She believed that many people were also counting, and the mentality of playing games and watching the fun was probably the same for those girls.

This is of course a farce, like a black humor, but such black humor is everywhere in life.

Hanabi counts a bit slowly, counting a number in a few seconds.The truth came sooner than she thought.She had only counted to two when a girl came out, quickly wrote a few words on a piece of paper, and then asked Mao Congcong, "Can I go?"

(End of this chapter)