The Young Master Relies on His Beauty to Dominate the Entire System - Chap 721
The warm and soft touch disappeared instantly, Feng Chengxiao’s expression changed, and his heart felt a little empty.
“Lick our brother Xiao’s shoes, Jiang Luoluo!”
“Don’t be so shameless. Do you think you are still the young master of the Fu family?”
“A bed bug from the slums deserves to be in the same school as us?”
“Our school When did the grade become so bad? Why didn’t you fire him? ”
“Stop talking nonsense, hurry up!”
The black voice came from the surroundings, and the young man who fell on the ground was pushed on his shoulder. Pale.
Feng Chengxiao also had a strange expression.
He should be happy.
Jiang Luoluo bullied him so much before, just because she occupied the table he usually used when eating out, so he made him kneel down in public to admit his mistake.
In school, he, Feng Chengxiao, was a man of the hour. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?
At that time, he made up his mind to make Jiang Luoluo look good sooner or later.
Even when he started beating him yesterday, he showed no mercy and didn’t even hold back at all.
Why did I feel so strange when I met Jiang Luoluo today…
“You’re not licking, are you?”
Some of the little followers yelled, picked up the bucket next to him, and poured it on Jiang Luoluo with a splash. Come down.
The school uniform on his body was soaked with water, and his black hair was stuck to his face. Water droplets fell down one after another. Jiang Luoluo became a drowned rat and looked particularly pitiful.
As if his heart was being tugged, Feng Chengxiao’s expression changed, he raised his leg and kicked the person,
“Get out!”
His voice was extremely loud, frightening the slender young man on the ground even more.
He had not slept well and was hungry, but now he was trembling with cold water in the cold morning.
He raised his head and saw Feng Chengxiao who looked like a furious lion. There was a large amount of fear in his eyes, and he tried his best to hide under the sink.
Footsteps came from outside, approaching from far away, and finally appeared not far in front of him.
The people who surrounded him all looked in that direction, and their voices were very respectful,
“Master Fu.”
The little beauty who was soaked in the water slowly raised her head, and finally recognized Fu Hanzhou’s face from the look of her slender legs.
He quickly glanced at Feng Chengxiao, whose eyes were still burning, trembled slightly, and silently distanced himself from him.
With that tentative tone, he spoke in a low voice to the sudden appearance of life-saving straw,
“Fu, Master Fu…”
The beautiful eyes were filled with a layer of translucent water mist, and the water was sparkling, as if it was worth a lot of money. Expensive gems.
His red lips were pursed tightly, and the fear in his eyes was undisguised, like a dying person grasping at the last straw,
“Master Fu…”
He tried to show his kindness to the other party, his soft voice timid. He shouted,
“Brother…”
The young man standing there had his eyes deepened.
After a moment, he walked forward without hesitation, bent his knees slightly, and his eyes were level with Jiang Luoluo.
The steady voice did not waver at all, and he said casually:
“What did you call me?”
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The little beauty kneeling on the ground pursed her lips tightly.
He was a little scared.
Fu Hanzhou didn’t seem to be a good person with his cold face.
Timidly, his eyes turned to the side again, and when he saw a circle of people surrounding him, as well as Feng Chengxiao who was full of hostility, he quickly made up his mind.
Once again, he put the thought of asking for help on Fu Hanzhou.
“Brother…” he shouted softly.
After all, whether it was from the Jiang family’s parents or from the Fu family’s parents, they both called the same people mom and dad.
So from a certain perspective, it would be nice for them to call each other brothers.
Besides, Fu Hanzhou is so tall that he doesn’t have the courage to call him brother.
Jiang Luoluo grabbed her fingers again, raised her long and thick eyelashes, and softly shouted to the cold-looking young man:
