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Chapter 8 Does my face grow on the ground?

It's not that she's afraid of him.

But such a heavy and imposing voice always reminded her of her brother involuntarily.

Lin Mo was actually respectful and afraid of her brother.

She had no parents when she was very young and had always depended on her brother for life. The elder brother was like his father, and that was probably the case.

at the moment.

Facing this young man who was as powerful as his brother, Lin Mo spent a few seconds to sort out his thoughts before he let out a sigh of relief.

"cough."

"Jiang...ci." Hesitated, what she wanted to call him? It was awkward to call Master Jiang, so Lin Mo simply called out his name directly.

"I know, you hate the rumors of rumor in school." Lin Mo raised his eyes and looked at him upright, with a very light tone, "Come on, I hate it too."

The implication is: I am so obedient to you, not only because you don’t want to tie up with me, but also, I don’t want to tie up with you.

As soon as she said that, not only the onlookers watching the show were shocked.

Lian Jiang Ci was stunned for a moment when he cried himself.

He rarely loses his composure, or rather, is caught off guard by her changes.

Imagine a person who used to stick to you every day, follow you, like a follower, always send you snacks, write love letters, and confess in public.

Suddenly one day, she stood in front of you and actually said to you: "Reject, refuse, bind, tie."

Jiang Ci felt that it was just that.

There was a chill around.

Jiang Ci's words were also in the cold air, and his tone was not good: "Lin Mo, what trick are you playing?"

Lin Mo: "???"

I'm serious, brother.

Could it be that if I was so serious, I was actually called a trick?

Lin Mo lowered his head, looked at himself from bottom to top.

Then, he raised his eyes and looked directly at Jiang Ci, "Where is there any place on my body that conveys to you from head to toe? Am I joking about it?"

Jiang Ci: "..."

"I really hope that we don't have any contact." Lin Mo smiled faintly and continued, "Dear Brother Jiang Ci, let's shake hands and make peace! After shaking hands, let's not blame you. You walk through your sunny path. I cross my Lin Mo Bridge. I wonder what you think?"

When Lin Mo said this, he bent over and nodded slightly at Jiang Ci, and stretched out one hand in front of him.

Since she can't escape, she might as well take the lead in attacking!

It is best to avoid getting into the trouble of "gay"!

Jiang Ci glanced at the slender hand that fell in the air, without saying a word, standing in front of Lin Mo, a 1.85-meter-old little chicken, and was as solid as a jade tree and as handsome as a red pine.

For a moment, everyone whispered in the school square.

"Why do I feel a little familiar with this scene?"

"I think I've seen it in some TV series?"

"It's not a TV series! The last time the second generation ancestor gave Brother Ci love letters, he was standing here! But the last time he confessed to Brother Ci! Today he wants to draw a clear line with Brother Ci!"

"Who knows what tricks this second-generation ancestor is playing... let's be so indulged in love!"

"Fangfang, you think so much. With Lin Mo's level, first of all, does she recognize these four words? Can you write them?"

"That's right...what the hell did she want to do?"

...

As we saw more and more people in the square.

Jiang Ci stared at her "custodial" look for thirty seconds.

Just when Lin Mo thought that others might have left.

suddenly.

On the originally empty ground, a pair of canvas shoes suddenly hit the sight.

Lin Mo was slightly stunned.

Next second.

She heard the man standing in front of her and suddenly spoke: "Does my face grow on the ground?"

Lin Mo: “…”

"Sorry, I can't see any sincerity in your opinion."

After saying that, the owner of the shoes walked towards the left from his sight in a flowing way.

Lin Mo's bending over was frozen there.

Immediately afterwards, there was a lot of laughter around.

Lin Mo's five fingers gradually tightened.

Tsk!

Men are just trouble!
Chapter completed!
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