The big guy's kitten turned wild

Chapter 279 278...What is the responsibility? ?
The sun that was approaching noon leaked into the pavilion, and the young man's hair was dyed golden. I don't know if it was an illusion, but the edge of the silver earring seemed to be spreading bright red.

In the blink of an eye again, the bright red color suddenly disappeared again.

Move your gaze to the boy's ink eyes.

It was pitch black and deep, and the pupils were so deep that they seemed to be able to suck people in. With just a slight movement of the pupils, they added a bewitching beauty to the original plain expression.

The delicate face is comparable to a beautiful jade carving.

Unconsciously, Xiao Yu'er was intoxicated by the youth's beauty again, her heart beating non-stop.

It is said that staying with someone for a long time will get boring, but she found that the more in contact with Jiang She, the more fascinated she will be.

He didn't even hear what the boy said.

After being confused for a moment, she finally came to her senses and said hesitantly, "...ah? What did you say?"

Jiang She seemed helpless, rubbed her hair with his slender fingers like cold jade, and his crimson lips curled up happily: "What did you call him in the first place?"

Today's princess-like curly hair was curled by her specially looking for a curling iron at Jiang She's house. After a long time of messing with it, she is now bald by someone rubbing it with one hand.

Xiao Yu'er didn't have time to get angry about this.

She glanced at him strangely, the straw was still being bitten by her, and said strangely: "Didn't I say that? First pretend to trick him into getting familiar with him, and then trick him into going down the mountain to buy milk tea..."

After speaking, she reacted belatedly.

So, Lord Yao gave Jiang She a white look, stuffed the milk tea into Jiang She's hand, and then began to tidy up his curly hair with a handmade comb.

I have to say that her workmanship is very good, and her well-manicured hair is full of texture and luster, lingering an elegant and pure temperament.

After tidying up, she pointed at Jiang She in warning and said, "Don't rub my hair anymore!"

Xiao Yu'er snatched the milk tea back with one hand, acting as if he cared about this stuff.

Jiang Amnesty said that he didn't want to talk to her very much.

Then, Hou Juqing, who was sitting on the edge of the pavilion drinking milk tea, shed tears of disappointment.

Yogi!I want to break up with you!
As if he had just realized it, Nan Youyu glanced at the two fellow sufferers, and said quietly, "Monkey, I didn't actually want to punish you. If you exercise more, you might be able to dance well."

In Xiao Yu'er's opinion, this dance is really not difficult to learn, just move it a few times and it's OK.

Who would have thought that a rough guy like Hou Juqing, who was born with handicap and the same hands and feet, could even do the most basic movements in a mess.

It was simply beyond her understanding of human beings.

Maybe Zou Jie can dance better than him!

Unexpectedly, this sentence completely hit Hou Juqing's pain point, he jumped up suddenly, pointed at her with a milk tea straw: "Brother Yu! Are you insulting me?!"

Nan Youyu was stunned: "...What???"

What brain circuit is this?

Did she insult him?

Have it?

no!
What she said is the truth!
If you want to learn to dance well, you need to move more!
Zou Jie was still sitting on the side adding fuel to the fire: "Fool, don't you see it?"

Hou Juqing heard his heartbroken voice: "..."

Turning grief and anger into appetite, he sucked a big mouthful of milk tea before recovering.

Then, officially challenge Nan Youyu!
"Brother Yu, although what you said is very reasonable, it can't cover up the fact that you don't have back pain while sitting and talking! So! You have to be responsible!"

Xiao Yu'er drank milk tea in a daze, expressing that he didn't really want to pay attention to this retarded person.

But the monster and the monster have a kind heart, and decided to take care of this traumatized idiot.

"...What are you responsible for??"

(End of this chapter)