Feeling the faces of the teams I brought with me, one by one holding back their smiles, I wanted to cry in my heart.
What a shame!
The glorious image he established in the team has completely collapsed.
"Give me!"
Lin Hua snatched the hemp rope from Yuan Qing's hand, and walked towards Lin Que with an indifferent expression.
"Sister, don't be impulsive."
"Impulse is the devil!"
As if Lin Hua hadn't heard it, she held one end of the hemp rope and was about to make a move.
"Eldest sister, how can I bother you to do this kind of thing."
"Give it to me, I will do it myself!"
Lin Que took the hemp rope from Lin Hua's hand with a serious face.
In the astonished eyes of everyone.
Lin Que tied himself up solemnly.
"Eldest sister, do you think my tied posture is still right?"
"No, I have other moves!"
The four members of the Hunting Blade Yuling Group covered their faces.
Who is this bastard?
do not know!
Yuan Qing stared at Lin Que, and now he knew how shameless it is to be extremely shameless.
"You idiot!"
Lin Hua couldn't stand it anymore, and punched Lin Que on the head.
In about a minute.
Lin Hua walked out of the meeting room with a cold face.
Behind her, Yuan Qing followed out carrying an iron rod, and at the other end of the iron rod was Lin Que, whose hands and feet were bound, and fell onto the iron rod.
That appearance is no different from tying pigs during the Chinese New Year.
"A scholar can be killed but not humiliated!"
"let me go!"
Along the way, the disciples of the outer court of Canglan Academy were attracted by this scene.
All of them took out their mobile phones to take pictures.
The naked Qin Feng stood in the distance, turned on the selfie mode of his phone, and framed himself and the bound Lin Que.
Click!
Open Weibo.
from Hammer Technology.
It's the winter solstice, there's nothing to eat, I'm not ashamed to kill you all to relieve my anger!
After a while, Qin Feng's Weibo news was 99+.
Just great!
Lin Que was thrown into the explosion-proof car and left Canglan Academy.
After half an hour.
Lin Que was thrown into a small dark room by Yuan Qing.
Soon, Lin Hua's figure appeared in the small black room.
"Sister, I was wrong. I embezzled the Soul Jade of the Night Watchman at that time. I will definitely return it in full. No, I will give it double!"
Seeing Lin Hua, Lin Que immediately became a good sheep.
"Elder Sister, just give me a chance to change my past and be a good person."
Lin Hua pushed Lin Que away with a look of disgust.
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
Lin Que had a look on his face, it turned out that Lin Hua didn't arrest him for the soul jade!
I can rest assured that.
"elder brother!"
A crisp cry came.
Lin Que looked up and saw the door opened, Lin Xi's petite and lovely figure ran out and threw himself into his arms.
"Xiao Xi!"
Lin Que exclaimed in surprise, and patted Lin Xi's little head.
"Why are you here?"
"It was my sister who picked me up." Lin Xi smiled sweetly, making people look at her, and couldn't help but want to suck a couple of mouthfuls on her lovely face.
"I'm going to let Lin Xi's middle school study in Cangtong Town, so that it will be convenient for our family to get together!" Lin Hua said lightly.
When Lin Que heard this, his body visibly trembled.
"Big big sister, you just said, a family?"
Ever since the death of his adoptive parents, the eldest sister Lin Hua has always treated him coldly and never regarded him as a family.
"Isn't your surname Lin?" Lin Hua said coldly.
"My name is Lin Que!" Lin Que said firmly.
Lin Hua didn't speak, but nodded slightly.
"Ouye, Xiaoxi can finally have dinner with elder sister and elder brother."
Lin Xi clapped his hands happily, then took Lin Hua's and Lin Que's hands and held them together.
"We are a family!"
Lin Que enjoyed the warmth of this moment very much.
Is this how family feels?
"Sister, can you tell me the truth about that year now?"
Lin Que looked at Lin Hua and said.
Back then, how did the adoptive parents die?
Why was the Hunting Blade Yuling Group nailed to the pillar of shame. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com