Milk Tea Flavor In Love

Chapter 88: Eighty-eight cups of milk tea

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Having said that, what to do when rubbing it.

She pulled her hand back, "Why rub it?"

"No need to knead, eat."

Zhou Yu raised his head, "Listen to you or me?"

Yin Zhu forkped a piece of strawberry and handed it to him, looking at the black seeds on it, "Listen to me, do you want to eat it?"

Zhou Yu pulled the corner of his mouth, a little helpless, leaning on the sofa, his long curved legs seemed to touch her.

He raised his hand to catch his hair, and tilted his head to her side.

Seeing that he was silent, she directly put the strawberry into his mouth.

The half-cut strawberry was still leaking juice, and the juice stained his thin lips and stained his lips.

Yin Zhu watched him eat the strawberry, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it. He lowered his eyes and said:

"It's more reliable to listen to me."

Yin Zhu blinked, unmoved, looked at the dishes on the table, continued to eat, and from time to time asked him whether to eat.

Zhou Yu couldn't laugh or cry, with the tip of his tongue pressed against the alveolar, "Forget it, remember to wipe something when you go back."

Yin Zhu: "Okay."

When the two were full, Yin Zhu went to the front desk to pay, only to find that the money had been paid early, and asked the checkout clerk how much the meal was.

Zhou Yu walked outside the door, she followed him and said:

"Tell me a treat."

Zhou Yu: "It's okay, it's all the same."

"..."

This meal is more than five hundred, and the average student doesn't have a lot of money on hand. She didn't pay much attention to him when she first met him. Now, she suddenly observed his clothes.

GUCCI brand white casual shoes, Burberry black embroidered hooded thin windbreaker jacket, the price is around several thousand.

There is a mine at home, I guess.

Looking at the time, the training time is almost up, and she is going to the company.

Talk to him, turn around and leave.

Zhou Yuning stood on the street with her back, until her figure disappeared before his eyes, and then he left.

On the way back, he habitually reached into his pocket, frowned, and found that it was empty inside.

Forgot, the phone was confiscated.

It is indeed inconvenient if the mobile phone is not around. For example, if someone blocks his way, he cannot call the police.

Zhang Shenyi held the school uniform jacket, pinched the cigarette body with two fingers, inhaled and slowly exhaled.

"Zhou Yu, right? I remember I didn't do anything to provoke you?"

Zhou Yu tilted his head to one side, his face carelessly, as if he didn't intend to return to him.

Zhang Shenyi didn't get angry, so he took a step towards him, took a puff of cigarette, threw it on the ground, and trampled it out.

"Maybe it was at most in junior high school, your good brother who abused you a few times, and you just have a similar intersection with you."

Zhang Shenyi said with a little finger.

Zhou Yu: "Just say what you want to say."

Zhang Shenyi sighed, "Aren't you very good? I didn't dare to come to the basketball game. This time, my man, you are really worried about it."

Zhou Yu had no emotions, his tone was light: "...your people?"

Zhang Shenyi: "Yes, my man."

"Who?"

"Do you know that I have to say it? It's not bad to say it."

Zhang Shenyi raised his hand, and the back of his hand touched his shoulder.

"Yin Joo is mine, do you hear that?"

Zhang Shenyi then knocked on his shoulder, "You can pretend to be blind or deaf, stay away from her, otherwise, I'm not sure what I will do, for example, beat you to a disability."

Zhou Yu's eyes darkened, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, he patted his hand, his eyelids were lifted, and his eyes were stained with frost, and said:

"How to beat me, do you want me to tell you."

Zhang Shenyi sneered a few times, "That's not impossible, I know, you are quite famous in junior high school, and you have done a lot of fights with our second high school with a bunch of boys. There is nothing to be afraid of after seeing them. Everyone knows their own backgrounds. What am I afraid of, don't you?"