Miss Zhang's mother is not stupid, and this sentence has a profound meaning. This is to inoculate Pei Mochen in advance, telling him that their girl is not careful and will have to rely on him to take care of her in the future.
Lu Anyi tugged on Zhang Mofei's clothes and said, "Feifei, we don't know her the same way. Let's go. Godmother will stew chicken soup for you to make up for it."
Zhang Mofei said with a smile, "It's better to be godmother."
The autumn air is crisp, but the autumn sunset always brings an inexplicable sense of sadness to people. Zhang Mofei was wearing a light gray sports sweater and sitting on the track of the school playground with milk tea in both hands.
She habitually tied her long hair up high. When she saw the red rosy clouds reflecting the sky in the west, she also imitated those literary and artistic young people and sighed deeply, "The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's almost dusk."
The tone is as if he has experienced many vicissitudes and laments the shortness of fate.
There are parallel bars and a horizontal bar at the corner of the playground. Several male students are exercising there, and a group of female students are sitting next to them. One of them is as tall as Pei Mochen, and his appearance is quite outstanding.
The boy grabbed the parallel bars with both hands, pushed his arms hard, and jumped to sit on the parallel bars as if he was a master of Qinggong, and then stood upside down in an instant.
That series of movements are really as standard as those done by professional athletes.
The girls next to him applauded one after another, with their hearts beating like hearts.
"Okay." Zhang Mofei couldn't help but cheer, and clapped with milk tea. The milk tea rushed out of the tube and sprayed her face.
A group of people over there saw Zhang Mofei's face full of milk tea, and they all laughed and laughed, "Haha, Shinji."
Zhang Mofei is a freshman, and she protects Pei Mofei from offending girls. Basically everyone in the school knows her.
Naturally, there are many people who hate her, mostly because of Pei Moden.
Zhang Mofei stretched out her hand to wipe her face, squinted at the girl who scolded her, and walked forward quickly.
The girls also stood up and looked at Zhang Mofei domineeringly.
Suddenly, a fair hand held a white tissue and handed it to Zhang Mofei, "School girl, wipe it."
The sound is magnetic and nice to listen to.
Zhang Mofei turned her head and looked at the person who handed her the tissue. It turned out to be the boy who was playing parallel bars just now. The boy had charming eyes and a smile on his face.
Wearing a white sports sweatshirt, he was indeed taller than Pei Mochen, so Zhang Mofei raised her head slightly when looking at his face.
Zhang Mofei glanced at the boy, lowered his head and drank all the milk tea in one breath. He reached out to take the tissue, wiped his face vigorously, and then stuffed it back into the boy's hand, "Thank you."
The boy was stunned for a moment, then looked down at the crumpled tissue in his hand, shook his head in a funny way, and turned around to walk towards the trash can.
Zhang Mofei suddenly shouted, "Senior, wait a minute."
The boy stopped and turned back to look at Zhang Mofei with a frown.
Zhang Mofei stepped forward with a smile and handed him the empty milk tea cup in his hand, "Take it with you and throw it away."
Her smile is so sweet and lovely that even if you want to say no, you can't say anything.
The boy took the empty milk tea cup, shrugged at Zhang Mofei, turned around and continued walking towards the trash can.
A girl behind her yelled, "Bitch Zhang, how could you let Senior Jing throw garbage away for you?"
Zhang Mofei followed the way the boy shrugged just now and shrugged at the yelling girl, looking disapproving, "It turns out that he still threw it away for me."
