Angel is a little bad

Chapter 672 I want to be better for you

It's a new day, a real, new day, and while everything seems normal, it's not the same now.

Park Ke stood in front of the mirror, combing his hair carefully, arranging his clothes, and checking his shoes.

He was ruthless. He spent money ([-] yuan) to get a refreshing haircut for the first time after high school. He also bought Pantene shampoo (in the past, he used to wash it with soap when he took a bath), and he washed it every other day. head.

He looked and looked carefully, his hair was neatly combed, and there was no greasy dandruff.

"His messy hair looks like it hasn't been washed for many years. It's so oily that it can be used for cooking. It really saves gas money. It's even more disgusting today. He still has dandruff, which is white like snowflakes. I feel disgusted when I see it, but why? He's still following me all the time, he really suffers, he's so unlucky..." It was this passage that made him cry for a long time, and then cruelly messed with his hair.

He exhaled a few breaths, smelled it again and again, and there seemed to be no peculiar smell.

"His breath smells so bad. I can smell that smell when he is close to me. It's really disgusting. I really don't want him to be so close to me. I want to give him my perfume, but my Perfume is so expensive, it’s too wasteful to give him, why don’t you buy some medicine for him, I think he’s probably constipated, or why his breath smells so bad..." These words kept circling in his mind, so embarrassing... so embarrassing...

For many days, he kept his lips tightly shut, not easily saying a word, and even if he wanted to speak, he stayed far away from his partner.He likes to eat garlic, but now, he hardly eats it, and he brushes his teeth and rinses his mouth after every meal.

The clothes were also washed clean, the off-line threads and the dropped buttons were tidied up, and the folds were ironed with a classmate's electric iron.The pants that were too loose, I also took them home and asked my mother to change the bottom of the pants and pick the bottom of the pants, so that they fit much better.

"I saw that his clothes were not pleasing to the eye. The thread was off in several places, and one of the buttons was missing. Didn't he notice it himself? And the pants were so loose that they seemed about to fall off at any time. It seems that I am worried about him, the trousers also grow to the ground, and are often trampled dirty... No wonder no girls like him, even if he is poor, he is so sloppy..."

These words made him hide in bed and cry for another night. He wished he could tear off all his clothes and throw them away...

(End of this chapter)