Smell speech, Zhang Jingyu does not have good gas to say: "that happy fart!"
She went to drink milk tea to prove that she was in a bad mood. She wrote post it notes and scolded people.
Before every time he was in trouble with her, she would go to drink milk tea, and then write a lot of notes to scold him and paste them on the wall of someone else's milk tea shop.
Of course, there is no lack of scolding song Feifei and her brother.
The young man was more puzzled. He grabbed the back of his head again. "Isn't it happy to drink milk tea?"
"You think she's as good as you are?"
Zhang Jingyu casts a white eye at the young man.
I hate it very much.
"Sister in law, she..."
Isn't it food to eat?
It's true that in the eyes of the beholder, what is right is wrong.
The young man wanted to defend himself, but when he saw Zhang Jingyu's eyes, he recoiled again.
Zhang Jingyu knew that Gu Nianjia would definitely write a post it note when he went to the milk tea shop. Every time, he would ask someone to tear it back for him to see.
He wanted to know what Gu Nianjia had written, and why she was in a bad mood.
Thinking about it, he told the young man, "go and see what post it notes she wrote when she went to the milk tea shop in the afternoon."
The young man nodded and went to do it immediately.
After a while, he ran back laughing, "brother, I found it."
The young man held the mobile phone in his hand and handed it to Zhang Jingyu like a treasure offering. On the screen was a pink post it note. The post it note didn't look very good. Zhang Jingyu recognized it as a good idea at a glance.
The young man gasped in his ear: "it should have been pasted by his sister-in-law, according to the monitoring of the milk tea shop."
Zhang Jingyu could not hide the smile in his eyes. When he was in a good mood, he spoke to people in a gentle voice. He said to the youth, "let them not tear it up, and hang it all the time."
The young man nodded, "I see."
I was in a good mood when I received the confession from my sister-in-law.
Who doesn't know.
Zhang Jingyu has been holding the young man's mobile phone, staring at the words written by Gu Nianjia.
The baby's handwriting is very nice.
Young man saw that Zhang Jingyu didn't return his cell phone's meaning. He was a little worried. He tried to interrupt Zhang Jingyu's thoughts, "my sister-in-law hasn't come to play games with us for a long time."
Zhang Jingyu finally took his eyes off the screen of his mobile phone, lifted his eyelids and gave the young man a white eye. "Do you think she wants to play games with you?"
"I know." The young man nodded perfunctorily, "we are just the foil of brother, our existence is to set off the technical Niubi of brother."
Zhang Jingyu frowns.
It's obvious that the youth's words are wrong. After receiving the hint of his dissatisfaction, the youth quickly reorganized the language, "brother's technology is Niubi, without any foil."
Zhang Jingyu Leng hum, "if you have the skill of flattering, you'd better train. The new hero is coming out. How can you take your sister-in-law if you don't practice?"
The youth grinned back to him, "I'm not looking after you."
Then he reached out and dragged the glasses on the bridge of his nose.
It's very naughty.
Zhang Jingyu's ruthless face: "I don't need your care."
He raised his hand and returned the cell phone to the youth.
"Then I'm gone?"
The young man took over the mobile phone, and pointed to the door with the other hand, looking at Zhang Jingyu's face tentatively.
Zhang Jingyu: "go away."
"I don't know about you, sister-in-law?" The young man came close to Zhang Jingyu with a smile that he could not beat.
"What?" "Do you want to tell her?" Zhang Jingyu said in a threatening tone
The young man felt a cold air drilling into his body and shook his head busily. "Of course not."