"It's you"? Is that how the word is used? "
At most, they are in a state of learning from each other and helping each other.
Ask themselves, who is willing to really admit that they have fallen into two girls who don't know anything, and they are very difficult
In fact, sometimes when talking with Yun Zhexi, Mu Yunhe feels that he is happier when compared with himself.
After all, he didn't have to feel lonely to Pei Jiao, because Pei Jiao was originally a ghost horse spirit. He thought about it one by one; This laid the foundation that she would always be better than Su Aimeng.
"Good dogs don't get in the way, don't you know?"
Pei Jiao didn't want to talk to him any more. He was annoyed when he looked at him. His voice was cold and impatient.
Smell speech, Mu Yunhe not happy of Cu Cu didn't head, stretch out a hand to hold to need to leave of Pei Jiao's hand, a little hard, Pei Jiao whole person without guard of bump into the man's arms.
Suddenly, Pei Jiao angrily denounced a pair of eyes, the small face unconsciously gradually emerged a blush.
Pei Jiao pointed to the man with funny smile in front of him, and roared angrily.
"Muyunhe, let go!"
"It's you who threw yourself in your arms. Why do you want me to let go? Is that the way to ask others to do things? "
Mu Yunhe tilted his head with great interest and looked at the woman in his arms. He saw her messy wisp of hair beside her cheek. He gently lifted it into his hand to play.
Seeing this, Pei Jiao looks at Mu Yunhe's frivolous face, and his anger is like a fountain that is gradually released bit by bit, slowly pouring up at the bottom of his heart bit by bit.
"Can you stop touching my hair with so many hands and feet? I don't want it and don't stain it. "
Hair can also be regarded as a woman's second life. Many people don't care whether their fingers are beautiful or not, but having a beautiful black dyed hair is the envy of everyone.
Pei Jiao's and Su Aimeng's hair belongs to the kind of people, and their hair quality and quantity are very superior. Especially Pei Jiao's hair is also naturally wavy, which makes her precious different.
Standing on one side, Su Aimeng looks at them, and the time is running away. She says in an impatient voice.
"Muyunhe, do you have anything else to do? Xiao Jiao is not your personal belongings. Would you hold her like this? If you have nothing to do, don't stand here and get in the way of us. It's really impossible for a man of your size to stand here. "
As she spoke, Su AI Meng, with a cold face, reached out and forcibly broke off the man's hand tied to the girl's waist, breaking the man's arm straight away; He said without expression.
Pei Jiao, who was rescued in an instant, suddenly stepped back three steps, with a serious smile on his face, looking at Mu Yunhe standing in the same place and staring at a pair of black eyes.
Muyunhe doesn't speak. His eyes stare at Pei Jiao's back, and Su Aimeng pulls Pei Jiao away in front of him; not to utter a single word.
"Hoo..."
As soon as he turned out of the building, Pei Jiao breathed out a long breath on his face and stroked his chest.
"It's OK. It's just OK that you were here. Otherwise, I can't run away again. "
See, Su Aimeng a face speechless toward the girl made a white eye, eyes cold glare at her, light way.
"That's enough! Look at what you're doing now. Where's the character of the devil who used to be fearless? "