"Damn, let the fuck go. You have body odor, do you know?" Chen Yang pinched his nose and struggled.
"I just want to stink you to death!" Zhong Mu held on firmly.
"Sanshui, save me! Otherwise you will lose my brother" Chen Yang cried out in tears.
"Here we come." Zhao Miao walked over, and before the two could react, she took off her jacket, put it on Zhong Mu's shoulder, and covered Chen Yang's head.
"Wood, this will stink him to death."
"Hahahaha, damn it, Sanshui is smart!" Zhong Mu gave a thumbs up.
Under the clothes, Chen Yang rolled his eyes, "Sanshui, you are so hurt, you are just a bastard!"
The three of them quarreled like this for a while before they started playing. The young man was in good health and energetic, and played for a full two hours before returning to the dormitory.
Back in the dormitory, Wang Ming was not there.
The three of them took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and went out to eat.
Along the way, girls kept staring at Zhao Miaomiao's face in a nympho, and even the brave ones came to ask for WeChat.
Zhao Miaomiao had seen the face of the original owner. His eyebrows were slanted, his eyes were deep and bright like stars, his nose was straight, and his lips were thin.
He is 1.8 meters tall and has a lean build.
In addition, he grew up in a wealthy family, with a good living environment, a unique style of dressing, and a charming temperament.
"I said sister, my buddy has a boss, but I don't have a boss, why don't you add me on WeChat?" Chen Yang hooked Zhao Miaomiao's shoulder with a smirk.
The girl blushed and ran away.
"Don't smile like that, you smile like a scumbag, who would add you on WeChat." Zhao Miaomiao brushed his hand away.
"Sanshui, what you said is wrong. A scumbag is a man who scums a woman. Yangzi is a pure boy." Zhong Mu smiled maliciously, staring at Chen Yang's crotch.
"Damn it, you pervert!" Chen Yang kicked as he flew up.
Zhong Mu jumped away.
The two were laughing and joking, neither of them was in good shape.
All the way to the entrance of the cafeteria, Chen Yang was unhappy, "Hey, isn't it a big meal? Why are you here for Mao? You are too picky about wood."
"You can shut up, the cafeteria is cheap, and the food is rich, you are picky. Last time you said that you haven't invited any guests yet." Zhong Mu dragged Chen Yang in.
"When did I say that? I never said it." Chen Yang denied.
As soon as Zhao Miaomiao entered the cafeteria, she saw Wang Ming sitting alone in the distance. Wang Ming was staring at the mobile phone in his hand intently.
The three of them ordered food and were looking for a seat. Zhao Miaomiao pointed to Wang Ming's side. Now that there are too many people at this point, they can only go there.
"Wang Ming, is there no one here?" Zhao Miaomiao stepped lightly, stood behind Wang Ming, and saw that he was frantically clicking on the red envelopes on the screen.
Wang Ming was startled by the sudden voice, his whole body trembled, and he slapped the phone on the table.
"Ah, Zhao Miaowhat did you say?" Wang Ming raised his head nervously, his fingers unconsciously clutching the rice plate.
"Ask if you have someone to sit?" Chen Yang was taken aback by his violent reaction, and asked angrily.
"Ah, no" Wang Ming replied timidly, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes when he lowered his head.
He was grabbing the red envelope just now, and he didn't know if he got it.
The three sat down.
"What were you doing just now? Looking at the alphabet or the little green book, the reaction was like seeing a ghost." Chen Yang poked a piece of potato and threw it into his mouth.
"I didn't look at it!" Wang Ming replied quickly, his face was flushed, and the pimples on both sides were red. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com