Quick Transmigration: Targeted by the Boss

  Chapter 375 Paranoid teenager, be good (19)

  How did he come over this week?

  Are there any companions?

  If so, why is he not with them?

  The most important thing is, why did he fall on the reef in an embarrassment?

  The cold season wind lowered his eyes, covering a trace of hostility in his eyes.

  The ‘childhood sweetheart’ who dared to betray him, and those who humiliated him severely and drove him away, he will not let go.

  However, he continued to shake his head innocently, indicating that he didn't know anything.

  Su Qiao twisted her eyebrows slightly.

  I really don’t remember anything. It seems that he does have blood congestion in his mind.

   His eyes swept over the trouser legs he rolled up: "Then how did the wound on your leg come from, do you remember?"

  The wound on the leg is very fresh. Judging from the condition that it is still bleeding slowly, the injury time is not long.

  At least, it should happen on this island, not when the ship wrecked.

  A faint cold gleam in the black eyes of the seasonal cold wind, and his voice was flat: "Being chased, wrestling."

   "You mean someone was chasing you, so you fell and hurt?"

  Su Qiao frowned, a little coldness condensed between his brows and eyes.

   [Little Four, check it out, is it the old K group? 】

  If it is really that group of people, then new and old hatreds will be added together, and they will end together.

  444 checked the information, [No, it was a person on the same boat as him. 】

【what? It's a coincidence that the one who led people to chase him was still Lu Yizhi's cousin, named Lu Hongyu. 】

   "Lu Hongyu?"

  Lu Yizhi’s cousin?

   seems to be a rich second generation.

  Huh, is Lu Hongyu?

  Miss Ben took it down.

   After figuring it out, Su Qiao patted the boy on the shoulder and said with a big sister's big tone: "Don't be afraid, if they come again, I will let them come back and forth!"

   "..." The monsoon wind is very speechless.

  With her small body, she still makes people ‘have back and forth’?

  I’m here, don’t be scared and cry.

   "It looks like you have to give you a name."

  Su Qiao didn't even know that he was underestimated, and muttered softly.

  Thinking about it, suddenly his eyes lit up, and he wrote three words on the sand, "Just call you Xiaofengzi."

  Little madman?

  The face of the cold season started to smell bad.

  You are a little madman, and your whole family is a little madman.

  The cold season stared at her bitterly: "No!"

   "Don't like it?" Su Qiao raised an eyebrow.

  I knew how to resist.

   has been so dull and silent, and has no expression, she thought he was really a painting that could be blown away by the wind.

  Su Qiao's beautiful Danfeng eyes slightly bend, and he asks again with a smile: "How about Xiaohanzi?"

  The season cold wind cannot be called Xiaofengzi, so it can only be called Xiaohanzi, can't it be called Xiaojizi?

  "..." The cold season's face turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye.

  Xiaofengzi, Xiaohanzi...

  How does he feel that she is called the little eunuch?

  Su Qiao curled his lips, a little disgusted and said: "Isn't you satisfied? It's too difficult for you to wait."

   "..." The seasonal cold wind cannot come out.

  Who is hard to wait for?

   But he can be regarded as understand, Su Qiao knew him before.

  I guess when I saw him.

  After all, his face is quite famous in school.

  A trace of self-deprecation flashed in the eyes of the seasonal cold wind.

  Su Qiao saw that his face was ugly, so he stopped teasing him, and patted the sand on his hands: "Ahan, that's it."

   is still this more habit.

  The cold wind of the season looked up at her, and did not say a word, but she still looked dazed and worried.

  Su Qiao mistakenly thought he was worried about his body, and patted his shoulder: "Don't worry, I will heal you and restore your memory."

  The cold monsoon wind looked at her hand that had played with sand, then patted her shoulder again, and twisted her body in disgust.

  Su Qiao rolled his eyes: "Cut, hypocritical!"

   Hearing this, the boy turned his head back, his eyes like black grapes filled with dissatisfaction.

  (End of this chapter)