Milolo flicked his orchid finger and said, "Oh, don't think so highly of yourself. I don't have time to get in trouble with you!"
She deliberately imitated Su Wan'er, adding "吖" after every sentence. She pronounced the final sound of "吖" into various lingering sounds, like a slap without mercy.
On Su Wan'er's face, she was mocking her hypocrisy and pretending to be cute.
She, Milolo, hates people who pretend to be cute! She is so old, how can she be so cute?
"Miluolo!" Su Yuan'er screamed hysterically, "I won't let you go!"
Milolo put his hands on his hips, twisted his hips, and cast a seductive look at her: "Obasan, come and hit me if you can - acridine!"
Little did they know that this farce would be caught in the eyes of a pair of ruthless cold eyes.
Su Wan'er was completely overwhelmed. She had been the apple of the family's eye since she was born. The adults carefully coaxed and supported her. Most of the ladies from aristocratic families who usually played with her were afraid of her family background and did not dare to say harsh words to her.
, who would have thought that as soon as school started, I would meet someone who quarreled with me, and he was such a scoundrel!
How did she know that Milolo's quarrel skills were matched by few people in the world! It was simply the ultimate version of a shrew's scolding! Killing people when someone blocks them and killing Buddha when they block them!
Scenes of her family protecting her kept popping up in Su Wan'er's mind. The more she thought about it, the more she felt aggrieved. Tears fell uncontrollably. She curled her lips and cried "Wow, wow" and cried: "Brother, she bullied her."