System of Fat Girl Becomes God

Chapter 155

A stupid kid like Little Roubaozi won't learn to be good if he doesn't get hit once or twice, and doesn't get patted in the face.

Broken children or something should be cleaned up twice to be honest.If you don't deal with her, you will never know what it means to be afraid!Thieves bold!Dare to do anything!

Don't even look at the other party is a tall and strong man, can she handle it with a short and frustrating little meat bun?

How can there be such a direct rush to pour orange juice?Is this all learned from some broken TV series?

Even though he was thinking this way, Du Hao still couldn't bear it, and firmly grasped the hand of that pale-faced young man.Just don't let him touch that silly little meat bun.

Du Hao himself is a fat man, born with great strength.When he was in England, he had boxed for several years in order to adjust to his unchanging life.Therefore, if he really took off his clothes, he must not be fat all over his body as Lin Xiaole said.

At this moment, Du Hao, the gold-clad little fat man, finally took off the fat man's unique trousers and coat, and once again succeeded in domineering sideways...

When he squinted his red phoenix eyes to look at people... that kind of expression without anger, coupled with the pressure brought by his tonnage...

This made the white-faced young man who had been suppressed in strength and had been splashed with orange juice subconsciously take a step back...

The white-faced young man actually felt that he had been wronged.He just opened a local tyrant's aperture on purpose today, and invited his girlfriend to come to a very small bourgeois shop to have a meal and talk about love.

Who did he provoke?At best, it's bragging, assuring my beautiful girlfriend that no matter what you say, you are the only one in my heart.

The little lunatic came over suddenly and splashed orange juice... I wanted to arrest the little lunatic and ask, what the hell are you doing?Are you looking for a beating?
He hasn't shown his power yet?I saw that very cute little girl, after breaking his orange juice, the little bun's face was swollen, and she was so scared that she almost cried.

He is a person who is habitually sympathetic and sympathetic, and he has always been very tolerant towards girls who are still passable.Seeing that the little girl is like that, his heart suddenly softened...

He just wanted to be a handsome, unrestrained and tolerant brother, grab the little girl and ask: What's the matter, sister, did you recognize the wrong person?Brother, this was accidentally injured by you, right?It's okay to apologize to brother, and brother will forgive you!

It's just that he hasn't had time to catch it yet.Suddenly a big fat man with a tonnage level rushed out, and blocked the little bun behind him...

He was taken aback... Ma Dan, what's even more depressing is that he has studied martial arts for several years, even if he has no talent, he has saved the beauty and his girlfriend as a hero.In front of Big Fatty, he can't even draw his hand... Damn, Big Fatty's tonnage is hard to mess with at first glance...

What's going on today?Could it be that the almanac is wrong?Shouldn't be going out, shouldn't be on a date?Shouldn't petty bourgeoisie?
The white-faced young man is using his brain, thinking of a way to exit the stage that is reasonable without losing face.Don't be regarded as a second lack by your girlfriend.In other words, he actually liked this girlfriend quite a bit.He likes the cabbage type, and he prefers a girlfriend who is flirtatious on the outside but weak on the inside.

"Calm down. I have something to discuss, and clothes can accompany you. If you want to beat her, then I have to find my lawyer and send you to prison for free for a few years." Du Hao took out his wallet while talking. The wallet, took out a stack of banknotes from it, and stuffed it into the young man's hand.

Damn, he pretended to be a local tyrant today, and then met a real local tyrant?Is he being bullied by local tyrants for throwing money at him?

Why, he suddenly felt that the style of painting was changing too fast?The big fat man in front of him was like a local tyrant, which gave him the illusion that he was about to be blinded.

(End of this chapter)