"You are kind-hearted? You are so kind-hearted that you will throw me on the highway? If you apologize for such a serious matter, you will be the end? I have walked for five hours! The soles of my feet are worn out, the fracture of my legs, myocardial infarction, brain cell hardening, and the heart is seriously damaged. How serious do you think it is? Then I rape you, insert all three holes up and down, and can you apologize after you have finished inserting?"

Liu Xiyue was so angry that she said, "Okay, I want to quarrel, I will accompany you to the end! I will tell you that without my mother nodding in the future, you will definitely not be able to stay in Chinese Class 1!"

"How dare you threaten me?" Song Baojun lit a cigarette, his expression was impatient, "It turns out that your father is the captain of the earth, your godfather is the secretary-general of the United Nations? He is such a toad. He was so angry. I thought you were a little educated, but I didn't expect, tsk! tsk!"

The two "tsk tsk" were like a tangible sword penetrated straight into the Porsche.

In terms of bickering alone, Liu Xiyue and other girls were treated as if they were casual every minute, but compared with the power of language, she could not be the opponent of Song Baojun, who had experienced the baptism of vulgar personality. She was scolded to the point of being so blue and smoked on her forehead.

Song Baojun said again: "Why did you have a big head garlic in this acre of three-point land? I said you should get out or not? Do you want to discredit Chazhou University with such embarrassing ugly image? Do you know why our country has a dispute with the Philippines? You look too monkey, we plan to send you back to your place of origin, and the Philippines quit. Last week, a freshman saw you passing by the roadside in the military training of a freshman, but immediately foamed at the mouth and fainted, and he is still rescued. You are simply a shame to the Chinese department! A scum of Chazhou University!"

Liu Xiyue was shaking all over and her scalp exploded, fearing that she could not help but drive him to death, so she threw a sentence and said, "Wait for me!" As soon as she stepped on the accelerator, Porsche rushed into the gap in the street, leaving only a faint tail smoke.

Seeing her fleeing in panic, Song Baojun then fell down the cigarette butt from the river, pressed it out with his heels, and secretly scolded him for being disheartened.

Finally, they created a little ambiguous relationship with Ye Jingchun, and the relationship between them made some progress. But Liu Xiyue suddenly burst out like a mess of a pot of rat shit, destroying all the atmosphere. In addition to the hatred that he had made last Sunday, it would be strange if the otaku army was in a good mood.

Finally, when I waited for the No. 5 bus, Song Baojun went to Longyu Shopping Mall on the commercial street of Black Tea Plaza in the city center for a walk. Finally, he chose a black lotus brand milky white women's waist-hugging jacket, an eight-dog brand leather windbreaker, and a pair of Wind Valley brand National Day discount canvas shoes. This is a gift to me, my dad and my sister respectively.

If you have money in your pocket, you not only enjoy it yourself, but also have to buy something for your family.

The old girl has always been saying that Wind Valley is a world-class brand. Now she has a 30% discount on the price, and it also costs a total of 1,500 yuan. I think she must like it.

Since the college entrance examination tutoring for two consecutive years, Song Baojun has been very busy with study and life, and has become an otaku when he goes to college. It has been a long time since he communicated with his sister. It is naturally worth it for her to buy her a pair of famous women's shoes that she didn't even dare to touch before.

The clothes bought for parents are also first-tier domestic brands, and three items cost more than 3,000 yuan.

Carrying three paper bags, the famous brand logo left outside shining, Song Baojun felt that he had become a rich man for a moment.

Of course, maybe the rich second-generations like Liu Xiyue and Xie Qilu couldn't understand his nouveau riche's idea at this moment, but I felt relieved that Song Baojun was wearing street stalls worth less than 100 yuan and was eating instant noodles and playing games.

When I got home and took out the key and was about to open the door, a sturdy motorcycle suddenly crashed into the alley entrance, rolled on the protruding bluestone slab and bounced slightly. On the side of the steps in front of the door, a cool posture similar to drift came. The car's butt slammed the 90-degree curve and stopped steadily.

It was a black Harley motorcycle with the handlebars raised high, the body was strong and domineering, the fuel tank was painted with a hideous skull pattern, the engine was shaken, and white smoke was sprayed out of the exhaust pipe.

Two passengers in the car were wearing leather jackets, leather pants, high leather boots, and black helmets. The back was sitting on the buttocks of the car, with a white coat and a red short skirt, and two white calves were revealed.

The two took off their helmets and saw that the driver was a young 17 or 18-year-old boy with a tender face, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and green hairs on the corners of his mouth.

The girl behind her shook her long hair, revealing a beautiful and refined smile. Her face was goose-shaped, with willow-leaf eyebrows, her eyes were big and round, as bright as a little paint, her nose was elegant, and the corners of her slightly curled mouth had a beautiful curve. She looked like she was different from the charming and handsome middle-aged man Song Shixian. She was Song Baojun's biological sister Song Jingtong.

Song Baojun couldn't help but snorted, why did his sister go home on someone else's motorcycle? Look at the boy with a thief-eyed, mouse-eyed, deer-eyed, pig-headed, dog-headed, pointed-mouthed, monkey-eyed, and monkey-eyed, and it was obviously not a good thing!

He glared at the boy viciously for a few glances before saying, "Xiao Guai, are you back?"

"Well, it's time for vacation." Song Jingtong responded unsaltfully, picked up the pink schoolbag and slapped it on her shoulder, but smiled at the boy, saying, "Xiao Zun, thank you for sending me home."

The boy was sitting in the car carelessly, with a hint of flattery hidden under his cold eyes, and he smiled and said, "You are so polite, it is my duty to send you home, I have no choice. By the way, don't you invite me to sit at your house?"

Song Jingtong looked at her brother who looked like cold frosty, then looked at the man, and hesitated, "Forget it, next time, my dad will probably be back."

The boy threw Song Baojun a provocative look, as if he was dissatisfied with him being next to Song Jingtong, and said with a smile: "Okay, I'll call you tonight. We have organized a new program, so you will like it."

"Let's talk about it." Song Jingtong waved her white little hand.
Chapter completed!