Mysterious Young Master, Super Cool

Chapter 1111 My Hair Is Not Mess About Your Fart, You Little Coward

In the puzzled eyes of Peng Xixi and Mingyu, a pile of money was thrown out of Luo Meifeng's car window.

Immediately after, there was Luo Meifeng covering her nose.

After getting out of the car, Luo Meifeng had an argument with the tramp.

With the escalation of the dispute, Luo Meifeng's usual image of being a proud lady was no longer preserved.

When the tramp was about to hit her, she was wearing stiletto heels and kicked her on the tramp.

In the corner where Peng Yuxi and Hades are located, only two people's loud screams and scolding words, various nasty words and **** can be heard flying.

Luo Meifeng, who scolded and beat enough, picked up the designer bag that had been knocked over by the tramp and pulled a stack of money out of it and threw it on his face. Then he got in his car and got out again underground garage.

"It's a shame not to shoot such a wonderful scene." Peng Yunxi, who said this, did not have the expression on his face.

She was still being held by Hao Yu, and she took a nap into Hao Yu's arms. "Hao, how long are you going to hold?"

Muyu, who had been quiet and silent, moved her tight lips, and whispered after looking around, "Don't play."

Then Mingyu directly released a little satyr who rubbed secretly and wanted to eat his tofu, and went straight to the tramp who had a dispute with Luo Meifeng just now.

Peng Yunxi: "..."

Damn, there's such an upright operation?

"Sir, do you have any trouble?"

Hearing the voice of Mingyu, he was buried in the ground to pick up Luo Meifeng's lost money. The homeless man suddenly looked up: "Where did Xiaozhang come from, did you see that Lao Tzu was busy?"

Underworld: "..."

Peng Yunxi: "..."

Compared to his stink temper, Peng Xixi and Mingyu were even more shocked by his appearance.

Without any pretense, this person looks similar to Gu Zifan, but his age is obviously much older than Gu Zifan, and his temper is even better than Gu Zifan.

Seeing that the two young men didn't talk anymore, the man stopped talking nonsense, picked up the paper money scattered on the ground, and scolded him away.

just……

"Ouch, why are you dragging my hair?" The old tramp walked towards Peng Xixi with a fierce expression, touching the head shell he was dragged to.

Just when Mingyu was going to block up, I saw Peng Xixi laughed extremely funny: "It's okay, I see your hair is messed up, help you comb it."

"My hair is messy about your fart, you little sister-in-law." As he said, the man suddenly yawned, then his tears and snot flowed, and after sucking his nose, the talent was debilitating and authentic: "Ye still I have something to do, and I will let you go today. "

After that, the man soon disappeared into the sight of Peng Xixi and Hades.

Then Peng Xixi and Mingyu suddenly looked at each other, and a word was inadvertently spoken from their mouths.

"Addict?"

"Addict?"

Just the situation that the person suddenly appeared, as long as the discerning person will see that the person is wrong.

"It seems that the hero sees the same thing." Peng Xixi, who was smiling, shook a strand of hair pulled from the tramp's head.

Looking at the strands of hair, the corner of Mingyu's mouth twitched fiercely.

"Are you crazy? What kind of destiny would do, I'm afraid he doesn't even know it, why is your courage so big?"

First more!

(End of this chapter)