"Momo, morning, if no one wants you, I can take you to the classroom." The ruffian's voice sounded, and as soon as he turned his head, it was Fu Xiche's hippie smiling face.

"Fu Xiche, take your claws away!" Mu Jingchen scolded.

"Fu Xiche, let go!" Xia Yimo struggled.

Two voices sounded at the same time, Xia Yimo stretched out his hand and pushed, hurriedly ran away, went over to pull Mu Jingchen's arm, and urged: "It's almost class, let's hurry up and teach ......"

"Momo, this one you pushed is really merciless!"

The words were interrupted, Xia Yimo puffed out his cheeks and gritted his teeth. The more she doesn't want them to have a conflict, the more arrogant this demon becomes!

"Fu Xiche, you-" She immediately turned her head, and saw him protecting his stomach with one hand, and his handsome face with an evil smile was dyed with forbearance.

This girl, the stomach problem is not cured yet?

"Mu Jingchen, I'll go see him......" As soon as she let go in a hurry, the boy's arm was simply pulled out, as if to leave her, Xia Yimo was stunned.

Why does she have a feeling that as long as she lets go first, Mu Jingchen doesn't want to have a half-dime relationship with her anymore?

In a panic, she unconsciously clenched his hand, shook her head pitifully, and explained, "He accompanied me and Yan'er to dinner yesterday, and he had a stomach problem, I will take him to the infirmary, can you go to class first?" ”

Hearing this, Mu Jingchen was stunned, and he glanced at Fu Xiche with a complicated expression.

"If he takes advantage of you, you're dead." His gloomy face softened for three minutes, and he turned to leave. Gu Xi'er, who had been watching a good show, followed behind with her farts upside down, trying her best to stick it on him, and the angry Xia Yimo's teeth were itching.

As a result, the demon in front of him became a punching bag.

"Fu, Xi, Che!" Yin Yin smiled, she unceremoniously poked him with her finger, and roared, "Did you see a doctor yesterday!" "Completely take him for a friend.

The boy grinned and disdainful: "What's so good-looking, I don't want to be a medicine jar!" ”

"You!" The voice was choked.

People are sick because of her, and they can't owe anything to others, even if it's Fu Xiche, they can't bear it. glaring at him vigorously, Xia Yimo grabbed his sleeve and wanted to carry the person to the infirmary.

Just as he was about to leave, he heard him laugh ruffianly: "You don't really think I have a stomach problem, do you?" ”

"Momo, you're so deceitful!" The laughter was proud.

"Fu Xiche, peaty!"

Xia Yimo was stunned for a moment, puffed out his cheeks, and pushed him away. looked at Mu Jingchen, who was no longer there, and then looked at the hated person in front of him, stomped his feet, and resigned himself to the classroom.

"Momo—" shouted behind him.

Fu Xiche's peach blossom eyes lit up, and he smiled: "Xiao Xiao! ”

"Erxiao, whose parents are surnamed Xiao."

"How do you know?" Xia Yimo is funny. She doesn't seem to have told the people here about the origin of "Er Xiao".

Fu Xiche replied to her lazily, "This is too easy to guess." ”

As soon as Xiao Xiao approached, before his hand stepped on Xia Yimo's arm, he was immediately pulled aside by a big hand, put on his shoulder.

The demon said casually: "Classmate Er Xiao, you are Momo's best friend, your friend Fu Xiche, with me in the future, no one will dare to bully you." ”

"Thank you, tablemate!" Disgusted, he brushed his hand away.

"You're really different." Fu Xiche laughed playfully. It's not like those rich daughters, who stick to him like flies, and they can't get rid of him.

Xia Yimo looked at the two of them and smiled gratefully. Originally, she was worried that after Xiao Xiao transferred to another school, she would experience exactly the same thing as her, but now that Fu Xiche said this, she suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

The three of them laughed and soon came to the classroom, the boy's handsome face was open, and his peach blossom eyes were full of smiles. Only the left hand is faintly clenched into a fist, as if enduring something.