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Chapter 35 035? Little ancestor, thanks to you, you can still laugh!

My fourth brother actually came to school to pick her up?

Seeing Lu Wenqing coming out of the passenger seat and opening the rear door, Jun Qing's eyes flashed with surprise. The next second, the brightest smile was already on her face.

"Fourth Brother?!"

Jumping off the last step with joy, Jun chuckled and got into the back seat of the car.

Lu Wenqing held the car door, glanced at the man's gloomy expression in the back seat, and sighed inwardly.

Little ancestor, you can still laugh!

The white captain's uniform, each button is meticulously buttoned, and it looks particularly crisp when put on Di Lin.

Di Lin, who was sitting in the back seat with thin lips tightly pursed, added a bit more heroic than he was wearing a suit and tie on weekdays.

This man is born to be suitable for uniforms!

Jun chuckled and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Uniform, temptation, Fourth Brother!

Swinging the backpack in his hand to one side, Jun Qing leaned over to Di Lin, seeking credit in a high-profile manner.

"Did you hear the radio just now? That bastard was repaired badly by me this time. You didn't see it..." Jun Qing shook his right hand, "He was so embarrassed just now!"

Driven all the way from the dormitory building, these Di Lins also heard it in their ears, knowing that everything was just her trap.

But when the man thought of the bastard proposing to her, the man was still unable to calm down.

How could there be another man who proposed to her?!

"His he proposed to you?"

"Yes!" Jun Qing, immersed in victory, did not hear the implicit emotions in the man's tone. "That idiot, I didn't even realize that I was playing with him, and he was still holding my hand and swearing..."

That bastard even grabbed her hand?!

The man's eyebrows became more and more frowning.

"Which hand!"

Hearing that the other party's tone was wrong, Jun Qing looked confused and looked sideways.

"What hand?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Di Lin had already pulled over his right hand.

“Wet wipes!”

Lu Wenqing was busy handing over the wet wipes. Di Lin pulled them over and rubbed them hard on Jun Qing's palm.

"Hiss..."

The punch just now was too steadily, and his fingers and back were a little contusional. When he wiped it hard like this, Jun Qing couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

"Second brother, what are you doing? It hurts... it hurts!"

Emperor Lin lowered his eyes.

The light that shone in from the car window was clearly visible, her right hand, her finger joints were obviously red, and there was a small piece of rubbing on the back of her delicate hand.

Holding the two disharmonious colors on Bai Jing's little hand in his eyes, the man frowned with distress, "What's going on?"

Jun Qing stuck out her tongue childishly, "When I hit that bastard just now, I used too much force!"

"Idiot!" Di Lin said tone, "Who asked you to do it yourself?"

If she wants to take revenge, he naturally has ten thousand ways to make Huangfu Xun worse than death, so why should she do it yourself?

"I promised that my fourth brother broke up with him, of course I have to keep my word!" Jun Qing expressed his loyalty without any chance. Thinking of Huangfu Xun's appearance, the little face was covered with smiles again, "When I punched, the bridge of the guy's nose was crooked. Guess what, that guy's nose was actually bulging. I'll just say, why is that guy's nose so straight? It turned out to be artificial."

When she said this, she was so serious that Emperor Xiang was approaching for a moment.

"The fourth brother has the most beautiful nose!"

pretty?

From childhood to adulthood, what Di Lin is most annoying is that others talk about his face.

A real man relies on his ability, but only a young man relies on his face to make a living.

If you hear such words from someone else's mouth to describe him, Di Lin is afraid of turning against him.

However, when you say such words from Jun Qing's mouth, men will enjoy it particularly.

The big hand carefully held Jun Qing's injured right hand, and when Di Lin spoke again, his tone had obviously eased.
Chapter completed!
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