Devil Exclusive: Little cute, super fierce

Mo insisted on the pace of a meal, so staring at every move in the classroom.

Xu felt a look of death, and the boy chatting with the evening star hugged his arm.

Strange, how inexplicable feel a touch of cold?

"Class is coming soon. I'll leave first. You must come to the next class party, Vivian."

Vivian is the English name of Wanxing in country y.

"Good." Evening star nodded at random, some absent-minded.

The boy turned and left. He just walked out of the classroom humming a tune. At the corner of the corridor, a cold voice called him, "Hello! Stop for me. "

The boy turned to look, his eyes ran into a particularly handsome face, smoke gray hair, is how this handsome face uncomfortable expression?

Although I don't know him, this man is full of a very bad feeling.

The boy shrank his neck. "Who are you, please?"

"I'm the man of Ning Wanxing!" Mo insisted on a simple and concise answer, expressionless fingers pointed to the boy, "give me a little bit away from Ning Wanxing in the future."

schoolboy:???

"Or I want you to look good!" The voice is completely cruel. Mo insists that the part above the tip of his nose is completely pitiful. It's terrible. The lips seem to close one by one and give a command at will, which will really make the boy not come to a good end.

schoolboy:!!!

Mo insisted on standing up straight and looking down at him, "did you hear what I just told you?"

"Yes, yes." The boy nodded his head and said, "this classmate, I'm not what you think of Vivian. I don't like her. You misunderstood me..."

"It's better." Mo insisted that his hands re inserted into his pocket, "if you don't want to be thrown into the sea to feed sharks, don't have nothing to talk to my woman!"

Throw down this sentence, Mo insisted that the head also did not return, a domineering left, leaving the boy alone in situ shivering.

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The time of the morning passed like this, until the class was over, and the evening star was still staring at the blackboard in a daze.

"What do you think?" Sheng Xia reaches out her hand and waves in front of the evening star.

Evening star this just returned to the spirit, have no energy to say, "is class over?"? Let's go to dinner then. "

There is no class in the afternoon, but the club has activities.

Evening star's club is the violin, these days in order to start school activities every day to rehearse.

Catering is self-service. After selecting some things, Wanxing finds a seat and sits down.

He Mo has not spoken for nearly 24 hours.

Evening star drooping eyes, originally not so angry mood, with the passage of time gradually accumulated.

She just wanted to know what September 15th meant. Was she really wrong?

Shouldn't we ask?

Wanxing himself is a little confused.

Sheng Xia is still choosing food. Yu Guang catches a glimpse of Mo Zhiyan who is pushing the door of the restaurant open.

Sheng Xia turned to see the evening star sitting by the window and stepped forward directly on Martin's boots, "Mo insists! Is that what you think? "

Mo insisted on indifferently holding the plate and asked, "what do you think?"

"Don't be silly. Don't you know that the cold war is the most emotional? Can't you just talk about everything and take the initiative to lower your head? "