Look at me dancing to celebrate... go, go, go, ale, ale, ale! Of course, this is just my imagination. If I really dance, Minister Lan Fanlan will not think that I am crazy.
"Are you sure it was Zhou Zhuze who gave it to you?" He was silent for a while, then suddenly approached me and asked.
Scared, I continued to back away...
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
A tragedy happened! I took a small step back, but actually fell off the sofa for him. My hand accidentally hit a bunch of things. The sound just now was naturally from those things that were scanned by my delicate hands and fell down and hit me.
Caused by something on the head.[
After taking off the obstacle on my head, I raised my head in a low voice and apologized sheepishly: "Well... I'm sorry."
"Uh-huh?!" He smiled disapprovingly.
"This seems to be broken." I smiled and picked up a broken photo frame and handed it to him. God, I really didn't mean it. Please protect him from being angry. Please, please!
"This photo frame is quite precious." He smiled evilly, snapped his fingers, and came closer to me before saying, "I'm afraid you have to devote all three years of high school to me."
What? I stared at him with wide eyes in disbelief, and then looked at the photo frame in my hand. How could this... be possible?! A photo frame required me to accompany me through three years of my beautiful youth in high school? I turned over the photo frame in my hand again and again.
After looking at it again and again, it was just an ordinary photo frame. Damn Lan Fan, who was struck by lightning. What do you mean by dedicating three years of high school to him? I don’t want to spend three years of high school hugging each other on the floor of the student union, not cleaning.
What I had to do, so I bit the bullet and screamed confidently: "The picture frame is not set with diamonds!"
It's obviously just a picture frame that looks very shabby but has been around for a long time. Hmm, asking me to sacrifice three years of my wonderful high school life is simply impossible. So, the issue of this three-year 'sweeping slave' is completely impossible.
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"This is not as precious as diamonds." He curled his lips and said.
Wow! He sent me a hopeless expression, and I rolled my eyes at him. Only some people believe it. It's obviously a half-broken photo frame, but it's more expensive than diamonds. Just go and rob a bank.
This damn Lan Fan was going to be struck by the God of Thunder. I put my hands on the ground and tried to stand up, but I was sucked in by the person in the photo frame.
Huh?? I accidentally glanced at the photo on the photo frame. Why does this photo look so familiar? I seem to have seen it somewhere? Where exactly have I seen it? Scratching my head, I raised my chin with one hand and started to remember.
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Strange? Why can't I remember it? Where have I seen this photo before? I frowned and leaned closer to the photo. Weird, why do the two children in it, a boy and a girl, look so familiar? It seems like I have seen it somewhere?
A boy with a red nose... and a girl with a reluctant face that could hang a bottle of oil from her mouth. Why does this picture look so damn familiar?
Why can't I remember? I rubbed my nose and thought, well, I'd better ask Lan Fan directly. He should be the one in the photo anyway.
"Who is this?" I ignored his hellish expression and pointed at the red-nosed boy in the photo frame. Strangely, the more I looked at him, the more familiar he looked.
"Uh-huh?" He raised an eyebrow, showed a completely bad expression, and warned dangerously, "Changing the subject will not help, noble daughter."
Wow! What are these words? Do I need to change the subject? Will I evade responsibility? Okay, I admit it... I really want to oil my soles and run away for him immediately. However, the person in the photo is really familiar.
It was so embarrassing that I decided to slow down my escape plan. I moved my buttocks, stood up with one hand on the ground, walked around Lan Fan and sat on the sofa, found a sitting position where I could easily escape, and put the things on the table
He held the insulator in his arms and replied, "How is that possible? Don't judge a gentleman's belly with your villain's heart, okay?"
What an annoying stinky boy, don't be so discerning about your chances of death.
"Oh? Is that so? Could it be that the way you sit on the sofa and hold on to the thermos box, sprinting for 100 meters, is your usual sitting position?" He sat on the sofa, crossed his feet, and pointed out to me very rudely.
guilt.
"I like it, don't you?" I said proudly with my chin raised high. I like to sit like this, and I want you to take care of it![
"Of course." He smiled and grabbed my back collar unexpectedly, looking very pleased with himself.
"Hey!" I struggled for a while and finally surrendered, admitting that my defeat was due to the physical disparity. Boys only have this advantage, huh, they are stronger. "What on earth do you want?"
"It's very simple." He hung his hands on the back of the sofa and shrugged, saying it as simply as eating. "In the next three years, you have to be here whenever I'm told."
Is there any mistake? What do you mean, for the next three years, I have to be here at any time? Does he think I am the Lan family’s 24-hour personal nanny or bodyguard? I really want to punch him... into the Pacific Ocean! This person is simply