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Chapter 58 You are courting death

Seeing those sights that made people's skin crawl, Luo Weiwei frowned and turned her eyes away in disgust.

"The wontons are ready." The little girl from the breakfast shop carefully carried a tray to Luo Weiwei's table.

As soon as the first bowl was put down, the people at the table in Thirteenth Middle School were upset, they patted the table and shouted: "We ordered first, why should they serve first?"

The little girl shivered, and the soup in the bowl almost leaked out.

Luo Weiwei helped her a bit, and the little girl gave her a grateful look, and then explained to the people over there: "I cooked it together, and I'll serve it to you right away."

"No, why should they cook together first..."

"What are you arguing about?" Huang Mao—that is, the guy who was knocked down by Fan Yihang glanced at Luo Weiwei, and said: "There is a young lady at that table, don't you guys understand the reason why ladies are the first priority?"

There was no more sound from the people at the table, and the little girl let out a sigh of relief and went in again.

Luo Weiwei frowned.

The way the yellow hair looked at her just now made her very disgusted.

Luo Weiwei tightly gripped the hand holding the ceramic spoon, feeling that she lost her appetite at all, and even felt a little nauseous.

She simply stopped eating, let go of the spoon and sat waiting for Song Ningyuan and others.

This group of people really didn't eat breakfast, they devoured each and every one of them, and the appearance of eating was horrible, just like people fleeing famine on TV.

Thinking that Song Ningyuan only saw the sun on Saturday morning because she called him to play, Luo Weiwei patted his dog's head with satisfaction and said, "Eat slowly, and I'll give you this bowl from Dad after eating."

Just as Song Ningyuan was about to speak, the voice of the girl from the breakfast shop sounded from behind: "I'm sorry...there's not enough wontons. There are only five bowls. I counted the wrong people just now...I'll go make some for you."

"You tell me again? I've shamed you so much!"

The words "dead fat woman" fell into Luo Weiwei's ears. She looked sideways and saw that the little girl's face was flushed red from the other party's words, but she was so frightened that she didn't dare to move, her hands were trembling.

Luo Weiwei tightened her hands violently.

Just like she would call Song Ningyuan nicknames like "Fatty Fatty" and "Fatty Song", but she was very upset when others called Song Ningyuan like that, and she is very upset now.

Very very upset.

Although she only met the little girl at the breakfast shop a few times, the occasional conversations were: "What to eat?" "How much" and other necessary words.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry...I'll pack it for you right away." The little girl kept apologizing, but the other party refused to let her go, and even grabbed the little girl's wrist, as if the force was not light.

Luo Weiwei's face slowly turned cold.

"Boss, don't worry about it..." Song Ningyuan looked at Luo Weiwei's cold face, and reminded in a low voice: "Those people are not easy to deal with."

Luo Weiwei: "Song Ningyuan, do you know which two words are not in the dictionary in my life?"

Song Ningyuan raised his forehead: Here we go again...

He grabbed Luo Weiwei's clothes and said, "Boss, bear with me for a while, and I'll call a few more people, five minutes will be fine."

Luo Weiwei pursed her lips and raised her eyes: "In the dictionary of my life, Luo Weiwei, there is no such thing as 'forbearance'."

Song Ningyuan closed his eyes resignedly.

……

"I'm talking to you, did you hear me? Are you deaf?"

The only boy over there who didn't have wontons had already stood up, and poked the little girl's right shoulder vigorously with his right index finger. The little girl was forced to step back step by step, until her back touched her hands.

The little girl turned her head subconsciously. Those hands were powerful but slender, as if they could be broken with a single force. When she moved her gaze upwards, she saw those beautiful dark brown eyes.

When the boy saw Luo Weiwei, he laughed twice and asked, "Where is the hero saving the beauty?"

The other five people who were eating wontons at the table and ignored it all looked over.

The boy gave a "tsk" sound, shook his head and said, "Oh no, the current situation is...the beauty saves the fat woman?"

The eyes of the little girl at the breakfast shop were red. When she heard this, tears rolled down her cheeks and dripped onto the ground.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Everyone at the table laughed, only the yellow hair didn't smile, he leaned lazily on the back of the chair, staring at Luo Weiwei with great interest.

"Ha ha."

Luo Weiwei also laughed, her eyes curved.

She pulled down the little girl's sleeve with the hand that was on the little girl, pulled her behind her, then met the boy's eyes, raised the wonton bowl in her right hand, and said, "Friend, bully little girl!" What's the matter with the girl? If you're in a hurry to eat wontons, I'll give you this bowl."

Because she had no appetite, she drank two more bowls of porridge before going out, so she didn't take a bite of this bowl of wontons.

Seeing what she said, Song Ningyuan and the others, who were standing behind and were ready to rush up at any time, let out a sigh of relief.

My boss isn't completely well-developed and simple-minded, isn't he?And know how to speak softly!

Seeing this, Huang Mao looked away boredly, and continued to eat wontons with his head down.

"Give you."

Luo Weiwei passed the wonton over, looking easy to talk to.

As the saying goes: let’s not fight if we can talk, it’s okay to get hurt or killed, but Ms. Ruan Yujuan has to scold her again if she gets dirty.

"Thank you..." The little girl behind thanked her in a low voice, her voice was very soft, but her tone was very sincere.

Just as Luo Weiwei wanted to say no thanks, the boy asked, "Have you tried this bowl of wontons?"

"I haven't eaten." She replied, passing the bowl forward again.

But the boy still didn't take the bowl of wontons, but leaned forward, approaching Luo Weiwei, lowered his voice and said with an ambiguous smile: "But I just want to eat what you have eaten, what should I do?"

The boys at the table tapped their bowls with their chopsticks and booed, whistling.

Luo Weiwei bent her lips, and the curve of her mouth gradually deepened.

She met the boy's eyes with a smile on her face, but the temperature in her eyes was getting colder and colder.

"What should I do..." She repeated the boy's words, tightened her hand holding the bowl, and said, "Then there is no other way, I can only..."

She glanced at the wontons in the bowl, and they were still steaming, but because the weather was not cold, the steam was not obvious, but it was still hot enough.

Thinking of this, the dimples on Luo Weiwei's smiling cheeks deepened.

She hooked her finger at the boy.

Amidst the booing of boys at the table, the boy leaned over.

"You want to feed me?"

Luo Weiwei smiled and shook her head, then suddenly stretched out her left hand to grab the boy's collar, covered the wonton bowl with her right hand on the boy's head, and patted her hands together.

"what--"

The boy probably didn't react, and it was two seconds later that he let out the screams and curses of being burned.

"Bitch! Are you f***ing courting death?! Damn... damn it!" The boy flipped the wonton net off his head while jumping his feet in anger, his whole face turning green.

The little girl behind Luo Weiwei looked at this scene full of horror, and Luo Weiwei, who had a brighter smile.

"You're looking for death—" The boy finally finished dealing with the top of his head, clenched his fists and stepped forward.

Song Ningyuan and the others immediately stepped forward, and four big boys stood in front of Luo Weiwei.

And the people at that table also stood up.

——Except for that yellow hair.

(End of this chapter)