The paranoid hero who is about to wear clothes is squeamish again

Chapter 18 The school bully invites you to eat Skittles 18

Chapter 18 The school bully invites you to eat Skittles 18
Liu Zong choked, his bloodshot eyes widened, and he opened his mouth to speak.

But before he could utter a word, Yu Wen patted his shoulder, "Brother Zong, it's getting cold after eating."

"Cough..." Liu Zong was so slapped that he almost couldn't breathe.

Yu Wen smiled shyly at Qi Cheng and motioned her to leave.He knew that his brothers were all dog mouths and couldn't spit out ivory.

He began to feed his brother Zong with a big mouthful of food with a smile.

The uncle on the second bed was sleeping, but he was woken up now. After chatting for a while, he found that this was the little girl he almost hurt last time, "I almost cut you last time? I'm sorry, uncle I'll send you a few cartons of milk back to replenish your body."

After he was not drunk, he looked much more normal.

Not to mention handsome, but also an honest type.

"No cut." Qi Cheng shook his head and asked again, "Uncle, why are you hospitalized?"

"Alas..." The uncle sighed, his eyes turned red, "Fortunately, you are fine, little girl."

He looked past the three yellow furs pretending to be dead, and looked out the window.

"My daughter-in-law knew that I had done something wrong, so she chased me and beat me all the way. I accidentally rolled down the slope."

"It's a good thing you're fine." The uncle wiped away his tears, "Otherwise I wouldn't be able to live a good life with my daughter-in-law. My daughter-in-law wanted to beat up the person who lied to me for me! The liar actually slandered my wife and the little boy Ran."

Qi Cheng nodded, "Uncle, don't trust outsiders' words in the future."

After thinking about it, he asked again: "Can uncle still contact the person who lied to you?"

"I can't get in touch. I won't be able to get in touch after I wake up." The uncle continued to wipe his tears, and added Qi Cheng's WeChat while wiping away his tears.

After that, Fu Shu packed Huangmao and took him out of the hospital.

Huang Mao limped on crutches and followed Fu Shu mournfully.

He was afraid of being beaten by Fu Shu, so he had to lift his feet and try to catch up with Fu Shu's pace.

In short, he looked like he was being bullied miserably.

During the period, Qi Cheng looked back at Huang Mao.

The first thing you can see is that he is limping, and even if his legs are trembling, he has to keep up. He is so pitiful that he can go to beg for food at any time.

Want to help him in the past.

But thinking about it, this person almost killed Fu Shu.

She dismissed the idea again.

Huang Mao struggled to get on and off the bus all the way, and there were kind-hearted people who wanted to help him on the way.He humbly refused.

Until I came to a small rental house.

Huang Mao tremblingly pulled out a small key, and shiveringly put the key into the lock.

This small rental house is Huang Mao's home.

A rental house with one bedroom and one living room, with simple furnishings, a few dusty benches and a low coffee table in the living room.

Huang Mao was afraid of being beaten, so he dug out his kettle with difficulty and went to boil water.

Fu Shu held potato chips in one hand, and took out a tissue from his trouser pocket with the other.

After wiping the bench, he said in a melodious voice, "It's clean, Cheng Cheng sits down."

Carrying a big schoolbag, Qi Cheng walked over slowly step by step, tugging at Fu Shu, "You sit too."

His eyes fell on another stool.

In the clean eyes, it was written brightly, you go and sit on that stool.

Fu Shu chose to ignore it.

He rolled up his long sleeves and smoothed out his wrinkled shirt.

Stretching his long legs, he slowly sat down next to Qi Cheng.

Qi Cheng clasped his fingers together and moved to the side.

"Move any further, and you'll be sitting on the ground." Fu Shu reminded softly.

(End of this chapter)

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