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Chapter 622 Blood mold for eight lifetimes

Of course, Xia Jinshu knew why. That boy Lu Weiming didn’t know how to ride a bicycle, so he was probably pushing a cart along the way.

Just as they looked around, Su Yunling first discovered Lu Weiming and shouted at him.

"Brother Lu's side!"

When Lu Weiming pushed the bicycle to approach, they realized that he was actually covered in dust, as if he had just come out of a coal mine.

There was still some dust on his face, and his originally gray-white pants had turned several degrees black.

Good guy? What's wrong with you?!

Su Yunshu and Su Yunling looked at him in a daze, wouldn’t it be?

It's only been ten minutes since I saw each other, why did Brother Weiming Lu become like this?

Xia Jinshu couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth. He knew that Wei Ming couldn't ride a bicycle, but this was too exaggerated, right? How could he turn himself into this way when pushing a bicycle!

When Lu Weiming saw them, he felt frustrated.

"It's considered seeing you!" As he said, his expression seemed to be about to cry.

Su Yunshu couldn't help asking him.

"Wei Ming, why did you look like this? What are you doing!"

When talking about this sad place, Lu Weiming couldn't help but urge to scold his father.

"Don't mention it, I'm really in trouble today! I just came out of the entrance of the village and rode my bicycle without paying attention to the ditch in front and went in directly! Mud dots were splashed all over!

As soon as I came out of the ditch, I overturned into a pile of soil! The water that had originally splashed on my body in the ditch had not dried yet, and a handful of soil was stuck! It really made me suffer for eight lifetimes!"

After hearing his vivid words, Su Yunshu even imagined the scene of his tragic moment.

Wait a moment?

A ditch not far from the entrance of the village?

He remembered that the ditch was quite far away from the road? Su Yunshu grabbed the point in an instant.

"Wei Ming, are you real and fake? You really can't ride a bicycle!"

At this time, Lu Weiming was not as good as Su Yunshu once again, and he didn't speak stubbornly, admitting the fact that he really didn't know how to do it.

"Okay, I admit, I haven't learned to ride a bicycle, it's too affecting my image!"

"God, you should have told me just now!" Su Yunshu was helpless with him. What was the consequence of being stubborn? It was just that he had made him suffer. What's so embarrassed to say about this?

He took the bicycle pushed by Lu Weiming.

"Okay, we have already bought the goods. Weiming, don't make them. Go home and wash them later. Xiaoling, Jinshu, please put all the dishes in the car, I'll push them."

When Su Yunling heard from his elder brother, he put all the things in his hand in the car, then took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to Lu Weiming.

"Brother Lu, you wipe your face first!" He knew that Brother Lu was paying special attention to his image, and it was already the limit to be able to do this.

After Su Yunling handed over the tissue, he took a few steps forward to help his elder brother hold the things behind him, so as to reduce his burden.

Seeing that they were all leaving in front, Lu Weiming picked up a tissue and wiped it carefully, especially his face, and he wiped it seriously twice.

Seeing Xia Jinshu beside him, he couldn't help but grit his teeth.

"You know that you're talking sarcastic. You know I can't ride a bike."

Xia Jinshu immediately looked innocent in fashion.

"Hmm? I know you didn't know, but you said you could do it yourself, so I thought you learned it in France."

What this said makes sense is that Lu Weiming was speechless.

I can only dig a hole and fill it in silently by myself.
Chapter completed!
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