Chapter 15 (2/2)

The town has been quiet, there are still a few people walking on the street, some strange looking at Fangzheng running.

Why is the child so strange these days? He used to walk lazily. When did he run at such a speed.

”Don't run. What are you running for? I'll throw you again! Slow down and wait for me

Oh, it turned out that Xu Haodong was chasing him again. He was chasing him. Everyone was running swish!

Fang Zheng ran into the house with the speed of being chased by the dog, but he didn't have time. When he was about to close the door, Xu Haodong held the door. Squeeze in, squeeze in your head.

”Don't run, I don't eat people! I just want to ask you, will you go up the mountain tomorrow when you come back? I'll make you something delicious tomorrow. ”

”It's none of your business!”

”Can I not care? You want to eat. How about tomorrow's meat pie? ”

”You go quickly!”

”Well, I'll go now. Tomorrow's meat pie. That's settled! Oh, take it easy, I'll take my head back! ”

Xu Haodong goes to reclaim his neck, but the door plate is pressing. Fang fights for the fire and returns to the fire. He doesn't want to hurt him. As soon as the strength of his hand relaxed, Xu Haodong moved forward instead of retreating. He suddenly came up and gave Fang Zheng a kiss on his arm.

Fang Zheng shrinks his arm in fright. Xu Haodong laughs and kisses again!

Fang Zheng was furious and kicked on the door.

Xu Haodong, with a cry, shrinks his neck and runs away!

The door slammed against the frame.

”Fang Zheng! Come back, you'll come back. What are you doing! You didn't kick the door to pieces! Come in

Fang Zheng's mother yelled from the balcony on the second floor.

”More and more disobedient! How can such a big and small guy be so violent! ”

Fang Zheng gnaws his teeth at the door. Tomorrow he will kill Xu Haodong!

After half a night's reeducation, his mother used to be a teacher. She gave people political lessons. Fang Zheng was silent and played with a pencil with his head down. The pencil would not fall on the ground for half an hour. His fingers were long and white, and he could turn the pen flexibly.

His mother left a sentence and went back to reflect on it. Fang Zheng went back to bed.

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