you look a little handsome

Chapter 59
In the morning of early summer, the temperature rises extremely fast, which directly makes people more prone to restlessness.

The breakfast shop under the scorching sun was very lively, yet it seemed extraordinarily quiet.

The lineup of five versus six was domineering, but no one made the first move because they were all weighing each other's strength. After all, the difference between one or two was actually not that big of a difference.

The scene is very quiet, but the two sides may fight in the next second.

Luo Weiwei, who was blocked in front of her by four tall boys, lowered her voice, and whispered something in the little girl's ear. The little girl nodded with red eyes, sneaked around behind the small blackboard where the menu was written, and slipped away.

"Arun, what do you say?"

The five people on the other side, except for the boy who was fed a bowl of wontons by Luo Weiwei, all looked at Huang Mao who was still sitting still - that is, the one who was called "A Run".

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Huang Mao swallowed the last wonton and nodded with satisfaction.

"It tastes good. What do you think?"

"..." Those boys fell silent.

Huang Mao looked at the boy who was splashed with wontons with a half-smile.

"Arun..." The boy's expression was a little ugly.

Through Song Ningyuan's shoulder, Luo Weiwei could feel the boy's and others' fear of that yellow hair from their expressions.

So, isn't this guy who was knocked down by Fan Hang with one kick, not as weak as she thought?
Luo Weiwei pushed aside Song Ningyuan and the others in front, and came up from behind.

"One person does things and one person is in charge. I splash the ravioli by myself, so it's enough for me to fight him one-on-one. I don't care about other people's affairs. What do you think?" Luo Weiwei looked at the yellow-haired man when she said this, and said There is no bird, the scum that was splashed with ravioli.

Huang Mao stood up with a sloppy face, and stretched out a hand to Luo Weiwei.

Song Ningyuan and the others wanted to rush forward subconsciously, but were blocked by Luo Weiwei's hand.

Huang Mao just wanted to shake hands with her.

Luo Weiwei looked at the muscular but not too exaggerated arm, frowned, and didn't reach out.

Huang Mao smiled indifferently, withdrew his hand, and said, "My name is Liao Run. I wonder if I have the honor to know your name?"

Luo Weiwei announced her name calmly: "Wei Luoluo."

Only fools say their real names!
"Okay, classmate Wei Luoluo." Liao Run glanced sideways at the wonton man next to him, the expression on his face remained unchanged, and he even put on a smile.

Luo Weiwei discovered that this yellow hair actually looks pretty good, but this yellow hair is very annoying.

Liao Run folded his pocket with one hand, and said, "You have disturbed the people on my side without saying a word, I still have to ask for an explanation. Otherwise, I can't guarantee that your friends... can leave here at will."

The people on Liao Run's side straightened their chests.

Luo Weiwei frowned and looked at Wonton Man.

"It was the people from your side who touched my people first, and it was a boy who made a move on a girl."

Liao Run's eyes turned cold, and he looked at Wonton Man.

The Wonton Man shivered, and turned his head away for good reason.

"How about it." Liao Run raised his eyes and said, "Let's stop wasting each other's time. I also know that the woman in the breakfast shop doesn't know you."

Luo Weiwei: "Why don't you know her? She is my friend!"

Liao Run raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Then tell me, what's her name?"

Luo Weiwei opened her mouth hesitantly, but finally pursed her lips.

Liao Run smiled and said, "I'm not embarrassing the girls. Let's take a step back from this matter and forget it. You only need to answer one question for me, and all of you will be safe and sound."

Speaking of "peace and peace", Liao Run deliberately bit these four people hard, and the people on his side showed unpleasant smiles.

Luo Weiwei had also studied taekwondo for a few years, and she could see that it was not difficult for the opponent's people to overthrow the people on their side.

It's okay for her to get hurt a little bit, but she won't feel comfortable if someone else gets hurt.

Luo Weiwei frowned with the word "Chuan", and asked compromisingly, "What's the problem?"

Liao Rui met Luo Weiwei's dark brown eyes, which were narrowed.

"Where is Fan Yihang's home...?"

Luo Weiwei was stunned for a moment, and the increasingly intense light fell through the gaps in the black sunshade cloth above the breakfast shop, making it hard for people to keep their eyes open.

She also narrowed her eyes, and then grinned: "You mean Fan Yihang? It's the guy I hate the most..."

Liao Run raised his eyebrows, waiting for her to continue.

Luo Weiwei looked at Liao Run expressionlessly and said, "To tell you the truth, I'm asking them to investigate too. Why don't you leave your contact information and I'll send it to you when I find it?"

Liao Run was silent for a moment, while Luo Weiwei tried to put on a bored expression.

He glanced at Luo Weiwei, the smile on his face faded.

"I saw you that day, at the gate of the No. [-] Middle School. You seem to be handing him a love letter..." He paused and said, "Student Wei Luoluo, I hope our current communication is real and effective, not Waste each other's time."

"That's not a love letter!" Song Ningyuan stood up and explained for his boss: "It's a letter of war. Our boss hates Fan Yihang very much. This is something that many people in No. [-] Middle School know. The boss asked me to check it out." I found the home address! I can give it to you right now!"

Luo Weiwei's expression changed slightly, she frowned to stop Song Ningyuan from continuing.

But Song Ningyuan seemed to be crazy. He ignored her eyes and directly reported the address of Fan Yihang's home.

"Very good." Liao Run nodded, looked at Luo Weiwei and said, "An enemy of an enemy is a friend. In the future, if you meet someone looking for trouble from the [-]th High School, you can report my name, Wei Luoluo?"

Luo Weiwei raised her jaw, closed her eyes and took a deep breath, greeting Song Ningyuan ten thousand times in her heart.

this idiot...

Compared to the "hateful" Fan Yihang, these punks with dyed hair of various colors in the thirteenth middle school are the enemy, they are really big fools who can't distinguish between enemies and friends!

"Wait!" Luo Weiwei called to stop Liao Run, and said carefully, "I just heard the news that Fan Yihang ran away from home, and you can't find him even if you go to his house."

"Who said I went to his house to find him?"

Liao Run snorted and left with a group of people.

The Wonton Man was the last to leave, and before he left, he gave Luo Weiwei a cold look, as if saying the villain's favorite saying, "You wait for me".

Luo Weiwei stared back without fear, and when Liao Run and the others completely disappeared from sight, she turned around and grabbed Song Ningyuan by the collar.

"Song! Ning! Far!"

Song Ningyuan was taken aback, and asked tremblingly, "Big, big guy...what are you doing?"

"Are you asking me? I'm still asking you!" Luo Weiwei asked angrily, "Why did you tell him the address of Fan Yihang's home?!"

Song Ningyuan opened his mouth and replied, "Isn't he asking?"

"He asked you, you just give it?!" Luo Weiwei stomped her feet angrily.

Song Ningyuan quieted down and looked at her suspiciously.

"Boss... you won't be..."

(End of this chapter)