"Hehehe, you guys are ghost spirits, but so, although Du Minmin is pretty, her shriveled figure without breasts and butts is not as good as the white skin, beautiful and long legs in the midsummer..."

Yan Che's eyebrows and eyes are sharp.

When I heard the boys inside talking about "Midsummer" in their mouths, a little anger immediately emerged in my heart.

It's like a prairie fire.

He walked in.

A few minutes later, a burst of ghosts and wolves howling came from inside.

"Aoaoaoao, Brother Yan, please say something, don't hit someone!"

"Brother Yan, you can just hit him, but don't slap him in the face!"

"Ao—"

Just now, the few people who were so arrogant that they were holding cigarettes in their mouths, urinating the sky, the earth and the air were knocked down with a bruised nose and swollen face, and they covered their faces and howled.

Students' fighting style will naturally not kill people and will take lives.

But Yan Che was too angry...

He has a tricky angle and specializes in human faces.

Several bad students were heartbroken, and their youth was disfigured before they even began!

Huh huh huh huh.

The boy shook his slender and beautiful hands that were slightly red and broken on the joints of the white bones. His tone was neither too fast nor too slow but with a threatening and captivating feeling: "In the future, don't let me hear her mention in your mouth, including your name, not even."

The unfinished words seemed to be...

If I hear it again, I will hear it once, and I will call it once.

The bad student with a bruised nose and swollen face felt that he could not afford to offend him. He quickly admitted his timidly and said, "Yes, yes, Brother Yan, we will never dare to talk about Sheng...she anymore."

As he said that, these students were also complaining.

I'm afraid no one doesn't know that Shengxia and Yan Che are childhood sweethearts.

But why didn’t anyone tell them that Yan Che, a top student, and the three good students in the eyes of all the teachers, are so powerful that they don’t have the power to fight back?!

They just quietly talked about the summer behind their backs and suffered a beating from society. It was so unfortunate.

Yan Che glanced at the few people indifferently and turned around and went out.

Several bad students, either rubbed their cheeks or touched their butts, got up from the ground.

Seeing the big boss in white clothes and black pants leave, grinning, hissing and gasping, saying:

"Oh my god, it hurts me so much."

"My beauty is over now. Don't be disfigured."

"Boss Yan is a bit too ruthless. I suspect that my tall and handsome fake nose has broken the bridge of my nose. Isn't it just a few words... she?" This man was afraid of Yan Che. Even if he was not here at this moment, he really didn't dare to call that name again.

"Hey. You don't know that 'she' is Boss Yan's little childhood sweetheart, so naturally I can't listen. But, I think Yan Che doesn't like her..."

like?

Standing in front of the sink table, the boy in white clothes and black pants raised his eyebrows and eyes, and something flashed through his beautiful dark eyes.

Immediately, he pursed his bright red lips and turned on the faucet.

The clear water flows through the slightly broken white joints, causing a slight tingling feeling.

What the boy said sounded more and more clearly in his ears.

It's upsetting.

Hearing the sound of water flowing outside, someone hurriedly grabbed the man, pulled his sleeve, and stopped him, "Hey, stop talking..."

No sound came out from inside.

Yan Che turned off the water, wiped the water droplets on his slender beautiful hands with a tissue, threw them into the trash can, and then walked out.
Chapter completed!