Lolita encounters a beautiful man with a black belly: PK my devil school grass

Chapter 112 The Fate of the Election (2)
"I?"

Mu Zeye nodded: "Because Ying Han was worried about you. So he let Ziyang and I go back to school to find you. Our original island plan was ruined because of you. Do you want me to come and follow you?" Are you complaining?"

In the library just now, I received Hua Jasmine's grievance.

I originally resented Ying Han, resented that he only cared about being with Ziyang, resented me and his previous detection.

But I didn't expect that after what I, Mu Zeye, said, I would shed tears so unapologetically.

I am so wronged!
The more I think about it, the more wronged I am!

As I thought about it, my tears couldn't stop streaming down.

I kept wiping tears with my hands, and I almost couldn't finish wiping them.

Mu Zeye kindly took out a silk scarf and handed it to me: "Xiaohuamao, quickly wipe your tears with it."

"Thank you."

I took the silk scarf and quickly wiped the tears off my face.

After a while, I quickly stopped crying, and my emotions gradually stabilized.

At this moment, I looked down at Mu Zeye's silk scarf in my hand. This silk scarf was actually made of silk.

Unexpectedly, rich people's handkerchiefs are so expensive, but I use such expensive silk to wipe my tears and snot!
It's just a waste of money!

Without further ado, I got up, took the silk scarf and walked to the side reservoir, turned on the faucet, and started cleaning it carefully.

"Mo Siren, what are you doing?" Mu Zeye looked at me curiously and asked.

"I used your stuff, of course I have to wash it for you before returning it to you!" I said.

He walked up to me, snatched the handkerchief from my hand, and said, "It's dirty, so there's no need to wash it. It's useless, just throw it away!"

After speaking, Mu Zeye threw the silk scarf on the ground.

I quickly picked up the silk scarf again: "You just throw away such a good fabric? This kind of silk is very valuable! Although it is a bit dirty, it would be a pity to throw it away!"

"But silk scarves are one-time use for me." Mu Zeye said seriously.

"That's it, that's great! If you don't want it, then give it!"

I smiled silly and pulled the silk scarf in my hand, feeling that I had found a treasure.

He looked at me with great interest, and suddenly smiled: "Mo Siren, you are really different from the girls I know!"

I asked, "Why is it different? Don't they all have two eyes, a nose and a mouth?"

He touched his chin and thought, "First, you are poorer than them. Second, you can say whatever you want, and you are never afraid of losing face."

"Of course! A child from a poor family has already been in charge of the family. For me, shame is not as terrible as being poor! In fact, the main reason is that the environment we lived in was different. If I had been well-clothed since I was a child, I might be more arrogant than them. ! Worse! Hahaha”

I was fantasizing and laughing.

He asked, "Do you want to be rich? If you were given another chance to be born again, would you want to be rich?"

"No!" I replied decisively.

"Why? Don't rich people have a bad life?"

I lowered my head and poked the handkerchief cleanly, turned on the faucet and flushed it one last time.

"Washed!"

I confidently put the washed white handkerchief in front of him, and I smiled brightly at that moment!

He raised his eyebrows, didn't pay attention to the handkerchief, just looked at me: "You haven't answered my question yet."

(End of this chapter)