Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Chapter 62 You are my little follower

"hiss--"

Shen Xun grabbed Song Yaoyao's wrist in embarrassment, "Song Yaoyao, you **** really did it!"

He grinned, his sore eyelids twitched.

This stinky girl specifically slapped him in the face, don’t you know the truth about slapping people without slapping him?

Song Yaoya, who is above, tilted his head and looked at him faintly, "Why not serious?"

With a slight twist of her wrist, Shen Xun didn't even notice how she did it. Song Yaoyao quickly broke free of his restraint.

Another punch--

"Well……"

Shen Xun gritted his teeth, "I'm angry if you hit me in the face!"

"Snapped--"

Gee...

Shen Xun twisted his eyebrows, and reached out to catch Song Yaoyao. He had a simple idea. He wanted to control people first.

He didn't really want to fight, bullying a little girl who fell down when the wind blew, and spread it out without making people laugh out of her teeth?

But I never thought that in the next minute, the expression of interest on Shen Xun's face disappeared, and instead, he was more serious than ever.

She was like a little loach, unable to catch it at all.

And with great strength, Shen Xun couldn't help her--

Once twice...

Huo Ningxi looked at it, and the gaze falling on Song Yaoyao gradually became serious.

Wasn't it an accident?

When Song Yaoya flew a kick, seemingly fluttering, but directly stuck Shen Xunki to the wall, Shen Xun finally accepted his fate.

"Stop! I give up and I give up!!!"

Shen Xun's self-confidence was constantly frustrated, and he raised his hand to surrender.

Not to mention that he doesn't beat women, even if he really does it, it is not necessarily Song Yao's opponent. This thought made him feel very delicate.

Huo Ningxi raised his eyebrows and gave Shen Xun a deep look.

I didn't see any reluctant emotions on his face.

Is he playing really?

Song Yaoya took a small breath, a thin layer of sweat formed on her forehead, and she didn't feel cold anymore.

"I am willing to lose the bet, you will be my little follower from now on," she said with a sullen face.

Shen Xun clutched his stomach and leaned against the wall, feeling a little funny, "Can't see it, Student Song, are you born with supernatural power?"

He is a 1.5-meter-high boy who has never beaten her.

"Remember our bet."

Huo Ningxi glanced suspiciously back and forth over the two of them, he still didn't believe that Shen Xun would lose.

More likely, he didn't want to fight Song Yaoya at all.

But only by experiencing it in person can I know what kind of explosive power lies in this petite body.

The reaction speed is amazing, and she herself is a very persistent and serious person, since she said she wanted to fight, then she must win.

Song Yaoya stepped upstairs. She was sweating just now, and she was shivered firmly by the cold wind.

She walked fast, and the moment she passed Huo Ningxi, her wrist was suddenly grasped.

Huo Ningxi looked sideways and frowned, "Song Yaoyao, are you crying?"

Didn’t you win?

Song Yaoyao's little hands were tucked in his sleeves, and he sucked his nose and slammed him away, with a dull tone, "I want you to control?"

After all, her petite figure quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor.

"She was crying?" The wound at the corner of her mouth felt painful when she spoke. Shen Xun took a breath and said silently, "Isn't it me that should cry?"

Huo Ningxi sneered, "Doesn't it be embarrassing to speak out if you can't beat a little girl in an upright manner?"

He put his hands in his pockets. Seeing that the rain was getting lighter outside, he didn't bother to go back to the classroom and walked straight down the stairs.

Shen Xun's eyebrows were filled with hostility, and he smiled uninhibitedly, "I don't like the face of Huo Dashao. I was at the school gate yesterday afternoon. Is it okay to be beaten up?"

Huo Ningxi: Which pot shouldn't be opened, pick which pot, Shen Xun knocked it inside! Did you hear it?

Brother Xun: My father is not deaf.

(End of this chapter)