you look a little handsome

Chapter 57
Qin Qianqian's heart is full of fear now.

She has done too many things that are not big but disgusting enough, if Luo Weiwei knows...

"I don't really want to be your enemy." Luo Weiwei said.

Qin Qianqian frowned and looked at her.

Luo Weiwei continued: "Everyone is under the same roof, and being an enemy is too tiring. As long as you don't do stupid things behind my back, no one will ever know about those things. That is to say, Qin Qianqian, don't come here again mess with me."

After speaking, she pulled away the chair, took the 200 yuan on the table and prepared to go out.

"Wait!" Qin Qianqian said suddenly.

Luo Weiwei stopped, turned her head sideways, and looked over suspiciously.

"This morning...I'm just very angry because I found out that you met Fan Yihang last night. Dad said..." Qin Qianqian paused for a moment, then suddenly clenched his fists and asked, "Luo Weiwei, do you like Fan Yihang?" ?"

Qin Qianqian's question caught her off guard, and she subconsciously denied it: "I don't like it!"

Qin Qianqian breathed a sigh of relief, she eased the expression on her face and said: "I like him. So, Luo Weiwei, I will not do anything to you in the future, no matter what. But there is only one thing, Li Fan Hang far, since you don't like him, don't stop me from liking him."

Luo Weiwei frowned, and after a moment of silence, she squeezed the two sheets of Grandpa Mao in her hand, turned around and walked out.

Before going out, she left the last sentence: "I'm his deskmate, so I can't stay away from him. But I won't stop you from liking him, because I'm not that free!"

After leaving such a sentence, Luo Weiwei walked out of the house and looked at the bright sun shining high above her head, but she couldn't lift her spirits at all.

Probably because of the showdown with Qin Qianqian, she remembered some unhappy past events. Anyway, it has nothing to do with Fan Yihang. She emphasized it in her heart, and then called Song Ningyuan: "Fatty, what are you doing?"

Song Ningyuan dozed off first, followed by the sound of the quilt, and then Song Ningyuan's obviously hoarse voice: "Boss? Are you up all night? It's only nine o'clock..."

"What a fart all night! Hurry up and get up, and call someone to come to the playground in half an hour to play ball!"

Song Ningyuan sat and struggled for the last time: "Boss...it's Saturday!"

"You have 29 minutes."

"Right now!"

After hanging up the phone, Luo Weiwei put the 200 yuan in her trouser pocket and walked slowly to the playground of the community.

The community playground does not really refer to the playground of a certain community, but a playground called "community".

When Luo Weiwei first learned the name of this playground, she complained for several days, until she knew that the alley in front of Qin's house was called "Gouzi Alley"...

The morning was a bit stuffy when the sun was about to come. When she walked to the entrance of the playground in the community, she was sweating a little on her forehead. Just about to take off her coat, she saw a few people sitting on the abandoned cement pipes inside the fence of the playground.

Those people turned their faces sideways, but Luo Weiwei recognized them at a glance.

——Those notorious gangsters from Thirteen High School.

The guy who once fought with Fan Yihang and was knocked down by Fan Yihang's kick was also there.

Luo Weiwei felt that she was not a good student, but she never admitted that she was a punk, and of course she didn't like to play with punks.

This place was occupied by someone, she didn't want to suffer from the number of people, so she turned around and left, but the people in the playground noticed this side.

"Hey—that girl!"

The guys on the cement pipes were all men, and there was no one else in the playground, that is, the guy was calling her—the only woman present.

Luo Weiwei was not a fool, she pretended not to hear and continued to walk back, and quickened her pace, but those people didn't seem to intend to just let her go, because she heard the sound of someone jumping from the pipe behind her.

Just when Luo Weiwei was considering whether to run, there was a burst of noisy footsteps and Song Ningyuan's voice at the intersection ahead.

"Hurry up! Don't be late!"

Luo Weiwei's heart relaxed and she stopped.

Song Ningyuan and the others came out from the corner, and when they saw Luo Weiwei and a few people coming out of the entrance of the playground, they stopped in astonishment, and the group of people from the [-]th High School also stopped.

"Why did it come so slowly?" Luo Weiwei frowned, and deliberately turned her head to the rear, signaling that something was wrong with the group of people behind her.

Song Ningyuan is a clever kid, so he understood immediately, and walked up with a few brothers behind him, and said to Luo Weiwei: "Boss, I haven't eaten breakfast yet, shall we eat before we play?"

"Success." Luo Weiwei nodded, and walked back with Song Ningyuan and the others.

The sun fell on them, and the shadows were stepped on by a group of people behind, as if they were staring at them.

Song Ningyuan walked up to her and asked in a low voice, "Boss, what's going on? Aren't those gang members from No. [-] High School? How did they keep up with us?"

Luo Weiwei looked ahead and replied in a low voice: "I don't know either, just wait and see what happens."

Song Ningyuan: "Come on, I'll secretly call a few more people."

"No need." Luo Weiwei glanced at him and said, "It doesn't look like they are going to fight, let's take a look first."

"to make."

A group of people went to an early morning shop in the east district and pulled out the chairs to sit down. They were all urged to get up by Song Ningyuan to play basketball, so Luo Weiwei's group had exactly five people, but there were six people on the opposite side.

Those six people also came to the breakfast shop, pulled a table together to form a table, and sat together.

"Little fat girl! I want six bowls of wontons!"

Luo Weiwei, a girl named Xiaopangniu, recognizes her from No. [-] Middle School. Sometimes Ruan Yujuan will come here to buy breakfast before she has time to make breakfast. The little girl is quite honest and introverted. It may be a bit late now, her parents are not here. She was the only one looking at the breakfast shop.

The little girl seemed a little frightened by the sudden arrival of the two groups of people. She shivered and avoided the sight of the group of people. With a "hmm", she walked up to Luo Weiwei and the group and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

Luo Weiwei glanced at the group of people from the corner of her eye, and they were also looking at this side.

She raised her eyes to meet the little girl's nervous face, and said with a smile, "Five bowls of wontons, and two baskets of steamed buns."

Under the golden morning light, Luo Weiwei's eyes were beautifully light brown, and the light dimples made her look extraordinarily gentle. The little girl blushed when she saw it, and quickly turned around and went to the breakfast shop.

"Boss, you can't laugh like this, men and women take it all! Give us some way to survive!" Song Ningyuan joked.

Luo Weiwei raised her eyebrows, kicked Song Ningyuan's chair leg, and said, "Brother Song, are you afraid that you won't survive? Where's that little girlfriend you mentioned earlier?"

"Blow it." Song Ningyuan curled his lips and said, "It's not interesting, it's more interesting to play basketball with you, big brother."

The boy next to him answered: "Fart you, if you can't catch up, say it's boring, if you don't know, you think you are a fucking master of love!"

"He is not a master of love, he is a master of theory. People have watched a lot of home run movies, and they can be professional film critics."

"Master Song, please share the resources."

Song Ningyuan pursed his lips: "Enjoy your sister, do you want to taste my fist?"

A group of boys laughed a little bit, and Luo Weiwei laughed occasionally. She never participated in such topics.

She turned her eyes to the group of people, and found that the eyes of the other party's sizing up became bolder, and even six people turned their heads to look this way, which made people feel uncomfortable.

(End of this chapter)