I gave the pervert a look, and he noticed it too, and turned his head to look at a group of little girls who followed secretly.
They completely ignored my existence, wishing they could stick it on the pervert, and hurriedly took pictures of him with their mobile phones.
I helplessly raised my forehead, wondering what the purpose of the pervert is to show his true face to the public, doesn't he know the lethality of his face? It is suitable for all ages.
Not only that, but in this era of free love, I believe that many men will also be attracted to him.
Just thinking of this, my body suddenly went numb. I didn't mean to discriminate against homosexuals or anything. I always felt a very strange feeling in my heart.
Excited and excited.
Maybe, in every girl's heart, there is a side of a rotten girl.
With a "bang", I felt a hard knock on my forehead. The pervert was looking at me with a pair of threatening eyes, and regardless of the girls who were clamoring for a group photo, they grabbed my arm. ran up.
I covered my forehead, frowning and was dragged away by him.
He dragged me to a very secret corner, flicked my forehead with his fingers, and said angrily and helplessly: "What are you thinking in your little head?"
"Don't talk about me, take something to cover your face, otherwise I don't think we will be able to get out of the school gate today."
What I said is not an exaggeration at all, because I have already seen some girls standing around the school gate, looking around, some of them are very familiar to me, they are the two girls sitting next to me in class just now.
Just now, when the bell rang for the end of get out of class, they appeared at the school gate, what else would they do if they were not perverts
The pervert is definitely very slow in this regard. He touched his face with a troubled look on his face: "Is your husband ugly?"
I almost fainted, wishing to yell at him, so I could only stomp my feet twice: "No! Not ugly!"
"Then why cover your face?"
I didn't notice his sly smiley eyes at all, and exclaimed, "You're so handsome, don't you know! Someone will come up to disturb us!"
"Oh—" He suddenly lowered his body and elongated his voice seductively. When I yelled this sentence, after hearing the pervert's words, I suddenly opened my eyes wide, covered my mouth with my hands, and glared at him .
"The lady praises her husband so much that she is ashamed of her husband."
Shy ass, why are you so shy. I just realized that this pervert is not stupid or unresponsive at all, he just said and did it on purpose.
I just want to hear me praise him for his handsome appearance and his flaws!
I glared at him angrily and amusedly, but I felt itchy in my heart, not to mention annoying, I always felt that his little tricks couldn't help but make me blush.
I shook my head angrily, pretending that I didn't want to pay attention to him, the pervert laughed lightly, took my hand again, and led me to the school gate in a fair manner.
"My husband looks like this. Why do you hide your true face for others? I want everyone to know that you are my wife. If you cover your face, others won't be able to see your husband's beauty."
ok, ok. When I heard this, I couldn't help laughing, I compromised in my heart, and I didn't want to argue with him.
The relationship between me and the pervert is aboveboard, and there is really no need to hide it.
Sure enough, when we came to the door, the eyes of the group of girls seemed to be attracted by a magnet, and they looked at us in unison, and they were about to run over!
"run!"
The pervert reminded me softly, then pulled me and ran out of the school! I looked at his tall back, he just stood in front of me alive, feeling the sun shining, and he could be seen by everyone.
This sense of reality made the corners of my mouth unstoppable.
Those girls were also very persistent. They chased us for a long time, and we ran for a long time before we got rid of them.
He waited for me to rest before he took my hand and walked slowly on the street.
Suddenly, he stopped a taxi and took me into the car. After we sat down, the uncle driver was still in a daze.
I was also a little dazed, I didn't expect the pervert to use this skill.
"Well... first... little... where is the handsome guy going?"
I almost spit out a mouthful of water, covering my mouth and holding back my laughter.
Look, look, I just said his face, it is too lethal, even the driver uncle is a little bit unbearable, at the beginning I must have said Mr., and then I should have wanted to say the young man.
In the end, it was changed to a handsome guy, and his nervous and cramped face, I also find it funny.
Before the pervert could speak, I said, "Go to the commercial street."
The uncle driver immediately started the car and headed to the commercial street.
When we got there, the sidewalks were full of people coming and going. Even on weekdays, there were still many people shopping and having fun here. The dense crowd remained the same throughout the year.
Maybe only on rainy days, there will be a lot fewer pedestrians.
When getting out of the car, the pervert gave the driver a Grandpa Mao, and then prepared to get off without even taking the change. I was about to reach out to get it, but the pervert said generously, "You don't need to look for it."
Before I could protest, he pulled me out of the car.
"Wow, you are such a prodigal!" I couldn't help but say something.
He smiled and said, looking in a good mood: "I have as much money as I want, and I don't lack it."
When I heard this sentence, my heart suddenly thumped, and a bad feeling rose spontaneously.
Could it be...
"I'm thinking wildly again. Is this the kind of person my husband is? I use the currency in circulation in your yang world, not in the underworld. Don't worry."
Only then did I breathe a sigh of relief, the uncle driver also wanted to support his family, but I was relieved to receive such an answer from the pervert.
He took me, looking very familiar, to the studio.
It’s not time for lunch yet, it’s not even ten o’clock, and I was taken away by lecherous ghosts before half of the class at 8:00 o’clock. Live little girl, come here.
Pervert this is...
When we came to the ticketing and waiting area of the cinema, I was sure that he took me to watch the movie.
I felt a sore nose for a while, because I never told him how couples in the world date, but he knows how to watch movies.
Then he must have made a special effort to find out.
Many girls think that this kind of dating is a bit old-fashioned, just like idol dramas, the kind that are badly played in real life, but when it comes to me, when it really happens, I can't help but be moved.
Just like those girls who say that it is vulgar for boys to give flowers to girls, don't you feel moved when you take the flowers with both hands? Don't want to cry? I don't think I can do it.
I was standing in front of the film schedule to check the time, picking out the better-looking movies released during this period, the pervert had already bought popcorn and drinks, and took me ready to enter.
He seemed to have prepared everything in advance, and when I didn't expect it, everything was in order.
The current pervert seems to have lost his identity as the King of Hades, just like an ordinary man, watching movies, shopping and eating with his beloved wife.
Wearing ordinary people's clothes, doing ordinary people's things, queuing up to buy popcorn and get tickets.
I have been holding back the feeling of wanting to cry, and for a while I feel that I am useless and too emotional. These actions of perverts make me a little emotional.
There are so many people here, and so many people pay attention to perverts, I can't lose my composure in front of so many people.
When he came over, my hand naturally hooked his arm, and I also heard sighs of regret coming from around me.
At this moment, my heart seemed to be screaming, telling me there.
The man beside me is not only outstanding and powerful, but also has a warm heart that warms me up.
Such an excellent man is my husband.
I thought so, and entered the scene with him. I don't know if the pervert did it on purpose, but I specially picked a European and American blockbuster movie about vampires, which tells the story of a family of vampires.
Halfway through the movie, the pervert said something silently, which made me laugh.
"This ghost is not as handsome as me."
They are obviously vampires, well, they are half alive, not those ghosts in the underworld.
Until the end of the movie, he was still obsessed with this question with me.
"Isn't it called a vampire? Why not a ghost?"
I couldn't stop laughing, and in the end I didn't bother with him about whether vampires are "ghosts".
When the movie was over, I didn't dare to let him take off the 3D glasses. I didn't take him by the hand until all the audience was almost gone, and left quickly with some leftover garbage in my hand.
Until we were taking the elevator, the pervert was still thinking about the movie just now.
What I'm more curious about is how the lecher is so familiar with taxis and movies, unlike the first time I saw it.
"I will occasionally come to Yangjian to inspect."
I opened my eyes wide in surprise and looked at him.
"With your face?"
"Stupid!" He knocked on my head and said amusedly, "How can you use your true colors? I'm here to spy secretly, not to provoke trouble."
"Oh—" I nodded belatedly.
After the show was over, the pervert took me to a western restaurant, and the luxury made me dumbfounded.
I fully believe that this place is only for the upper class.
In this lush commercial street, there are only a few million-dollar luxury cars parked in front of this restaurant. A child born in a working family like me may only see them at this time in this life.
"You... are you sure you want to bring me here for lunch?"
I ordered those luxury cars, but the lecher didn't pay attention to them at all, and led me straight into the western restaurant.
Even the waiters who greet the guests inside are all foreign boys, all of them are tall and handsome, and they give me friendly and welcoming smiles.
For some reason, ever since I left the cinema, I always felt a pair of eyes were staring at me.
From just now, I felt it, but I didn't say it, and I didn't tell the pervert.
I glanced at the man next to me, and seeing his unchanging face, I was a little tangled up in my heart, and finally decided not to speak.
It seems that he probably didn't notice it, why should we make things difficult for ourselves during the rare happy days