Nobody touch my villain

Chapter 115 Civet cat for prince 9
Feeling threatened, Song Fuhua looked at Su Yi's calm and indifferent appearance, and sat obediently without making a sound.

Here, Le Yu keeps sending messages to plastic fake girlfriends.

what do you do
Didn't Su Yi know how to put on makeup in the future?

And why did she come to school?

What about people?

Are you guilty?

I sent more than a dozen messages in a row, all of which were questions, but got no response, so I vigorously threw the phone into the drawer.

bang.

There is a little movement, everyone look over.

One of the attendants glared at the person who came over arrogantly: "What are you looking at, can I just throw it away if I am happy?"

"whispering sound."

Everyone looked away bored.

Song Fuhua withdrew his gaze and lowered his voice: "I think it's the fake thing making the noise."

Su Yi nodded in agreement.

bar
After a night of hangover, a group of people had a splitting headache.

Sang Plastic Fake Girlfriend Yu rubbed his forehead, took out his mobile phone, and there was a row of messages on it.

After reading it, there is still something I don't understand.

The one yesterday was Su Yi.

It's been so long since I've seen her without makeup, I almost forgot.

I want to go back to the calm look she had yesterday, but it made people feel stressed unconsciously.

The fake best friend is also unhappy.

Looking through the news above, it was all Le Yu's questioning.

Gee, just kidding.

Do you really think of me as you, Le Yu, a dog?
The plastic fake girlfriend sneered and blocked him.

The reason why she cooperated with Le Yu before was because she was also jealous of Su Yi's face and his unrestrained appearance.

This doesn't mean that she, Le Yu, can command her.

After waking up a few other people, the plastic fake best friend briefly explained the situation to Brother Han, and his expression was unsightly.

"Su Yi." He gritted his teeth and called out bitterly.

A person on the sofa was called up.

A group of people were about to go out, and the bar was closed during the day, so it was dark inside.

The bar at the entrance is full of social people.

"Are you awake?" a scarred face asked gruffly.

Brother Han and his group looked at each other.

"What's wrong?" Huang Mao asked.

"Go, settle the bill." Scarface raised his chin and pointed in the direction of the bar.

Several people's faces are not very good-looking.

Su Yi didn't pay the bill.

A few people were hungover, and now they are still a little groggy and uncomfortable.

In the end, I had to pay the money myself.

After seeing the bill, the expressions of these people became even uglier.

What Su Yi ordered behind was the most expensive wine in the bar, with an average of one bottle per person.

There are more than a dozen people on their side.

"Have you brought any money?" Brother Han asked the people behind.

A group of people shook their heads.

In the past, Su Yi paid the money, but over time, they didn't have the habit of bringing money.

"Why, do you want to eat the overlord's meal?" Several people from the muscle tattoo society leaned over.

"No, I'll ask my housekeeper to send it over here." Brother Han said as he took out his mobile phone. Not long after, the housekeeper came to redeem him with money.

"Welcome to come often." After receiving the money, a group of people were very happy.

A group of people: I can go to your regular place.

After leaving the bar, a group of people became more and more angry.

Brother Han didn't go home to rest either.

"Go to school." I always feel unhappy if I don't tidy up people.

group of people rushing to school
More than a dozen people managed to attract the attention of school security.

"You guys, what are you doing?"

A few people are not guilty: "Students."

"Oh, hurry up and go in." After speaking, he sat down again.

I looked at the time, and it took a while after school.

A group of people found the place where Su Yi put his car, and there was only one small eDonkey.

Brother Han was watched by someone, and a tire was punctured.

A group of people walked around the school, climbed over the wall and left the school gate, and came to the small shop opposite the school, intending to guard them out.

Here
Le Yu never received a reply, and was blocked by someone, and was frantically pressing his phone.

Su Yi raised his hand lightly: "Teacher, she is playing with her mobile phone."

She tilted her head to look at Le Yu, her red lips parted slightly, and she made a mouth shape.

You're welcome.

It should be.

Le Yu: ...Thank you big head ghost!

The teacher on the stage stopped his lecture and looked at Le Yu sternly: "Are you playing with your mobile phone?"

As we all know, this teacher is notoriously rigorous and unsympathetic.

Le Yu Baba said: "No, teacher."

The teacher didn't believe it, and walked down to check, Le Yu secretly stuffed the phone to the black nail polish next to him.

Song Fuhua saw it with sharp eyes.

Point it out when the teacher walks over and stops in front of her.

At this time, it is impossible to transfer the position.

The ruthless and rigorous teacher successfully seized three mobile phones.

Put the mobile phone on the podium, lower your head and make a note on the roster, and the teacher continued the class.

Le Yu felt uncomfortable and embarrassed.

The two little followers stared at Su Yi and the others.

Song Fuhua smiled and turned to continue listening to the class.

Su Yi didn't intend to talk to him at all.

When get out of class was over, Le Yu took the phone from the teacher and hurried out.

Su Yi slowly packed his things.

"Ayi, seeing her face without her is as ugly as eating shit."

Su Yi glanced at her lightly and didn't speak.

That thing is filthy.

I don't want to answer you.

The two packed up their things, put the books neatly into their school bags, got up and left.

Several boys looked at each other.

One of them stood guard at the door of the classroom: "Go away if you are timid, and we will educate Su Yi."

"Fuck, are you sick? What are we doing?" Song Fuhua and everyone scolded.

The man's face was not good-looking either.

Fiercely said: "She reported my goddess for playing with a mobile phone in class, she must at least apologize to my goddess."

"Correct."

Several people agreed.

Su Yi didn't speak.

The sound is great!
There are so many people.

I still can't miss it.

[…] I always feel that Miss Sister's inner activities are a bit cheap.

"Follow up." Saying something to Song Fuhua, Su Yi stepped forward.

"Hey, you... oh, it hurts, let it go."

A person pointed at him, Su Yi glanced sideways, and stretched out his hand to break it in the opposite direction.

"Trough." I don't know who scolded such a sentence first.

Then a group of people came around.

Su Yiyang threw the bag to Song Fuhua: "Hold it well."

"Oh good." Song Fuhua nodded obediently.

Next, Su Yi flexibly dealt with a group of people.

Looking at the rows of squatting people in front of him, Su Yi stepped on the stool with one hand casually resting on his knee.

Just like a big guy.

The voice was flat: "Do you still want to apologize?"

"No need, no need."

"Do you still want to educate me?"

"Don't dare."

"Yeah." Su Yi nodded in satisfaction, and glanced at some broken chairs in the classroom.

"These tables and chairs..." Su Yi looked at everyone with indifferent eyes.

"If we broke it, we will pay for it." Several people shouted sincerely.

Su Yi nodded slightly, put his feet down, and stood up straight.

"do not forget."

[Miss sister, I don't think you are such a picky person] Jiuli couldn't bear to look directly at Su Yi's painting style.

Little things, mine, to be pampered, whatever you want.

They clean me up, beat me, and teach me a lesson.

After speaking, he asked Song Fuhua for a wet tissue, wiped his hands slowly and threw the garbage into the trash can.

Put your bag back on your back.

"gone."

(End of this chapter)