Jiu Ye, your little ancestor doesn't want to take responsibility

"...Feng Qian, you better be careful. That kid is still a minor."

Feng Qian is the one wearing leather shorts and showing off her slim waist.

Today I changed into a pair of white denim shorts with dad shoes, a rose red vest on my upper body, and tied my hair into a high ponytail.

She is dressed very hotly and looks to be around twenty years old.

She has a lip piercing on her lips and looks pretty.

Feng Qian joked:

"A woman three years older than her husband brings gold bricks. Haven't you idiots heard of this?"

Someone bluntly exposed:

"Feng Qian, you are attracted by Lou Shuo's money. He is the young master of a wealthy family and he doesn't like you."

Feng Qian was not angry, but smiled and said:

"People should have pursuits. If I catch that boy, then my life will be over."

Others started to boo:

"Xixi, I support you. I think that boy is a rookie. You can definitely take him down."

"Still a chick? You're in luck."

"Go, marry into a wealthy family and become a young lady."

A group of people were making a lot of noise, and Huo Dong suddenly chuckled:

"Do you think he's dead?"

Everyone turned around and saw that Lou Shuo was leaning on the railing listening to their bragging and chatting.

The group of guys had no idea they were being caught, and greeted each other with laughter:

"Lou Shuo, are you awake?"

"Hey, Master Lou is awake now. Is this shabby bed of Brother Dong comfortable to sleep on?"

"Hey, you guys have some good eyesight, don't you see that our young master is still asleep? It's all your fault for waking him up with such loud noises."

"Dahe, you shameless thing, are you licking it already?"

Feng Qian picked up a bag from the pool table and walked over to Lou Shuo in a few steps with her long legs.

Throwing a wink:

"Little brother, you must be hungry. I brought you breakfast myself."

A group of men downstairs began to retch.

"What a sin! Master Lou is still underage!"

"Xixi, just play with your brother. Let go of Lou Shao and come at me. I can handle it."

Feng Qian laughed and scolded: "Get lost, don't ruin my good thing."

After saying that, he stared at Lou Shuo:

"Give me some face, if you don't eat, they will laugh at you to death."

Lou Shuo didn't have much appetite when he saw the breakfast packed in cheap plastic bags and lunch boxes, but he was indeed hungry.

So he took the breakfast: "Thank you, Sister Qian."

Feng Qian burst into laughter:

"Emma, ​​there are still people who say thank you so obediently these days. What a good student."

Lou Shuo's face turned red, and he thought to himself that he was not a good student at all.

Only good students will not skip classes, will not drive recklessly, and will not... hang out with these people.

He took his breakfast to the restaurant, which fortunately had a long table and chairs for proper dining.

Feng Qian was very interested in this rich young man who joined them for no apparent reason, as if she had gotten a new toy, and followed him.

"Hey kid, how tall are you?"

Lou Shuo opened his breakfast, which was fried buns with tofu pudding.

The bottom of the pan-fried bun was golden brown, but it had only been kept in the bag for a while and no longer looked crispy.

"I'm going to be a senior in high school soon." Lou Shuo said.

Feng Qian propped up her chin and watched him eat with a crazy look on her face:

"Third year of high school, seventeen should be enough, right? Do you have a girlfriend?"

Lou Shuo paused: "No."

Feng Qian immediately became alert and her eyes widened.

"No? No, okay, sister will wait for you."

Lou Shuo glanced at her:

"you are not the type I like."

Feng Qian smiled and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't like it now, you will like it in the future. You don't have a girlfriend anyway."

Lou Shuo ignored her, quickly finished his breakfast, picked up the garbage and threw it into the trash can.

There were other people's leftovers on the table, but Lou Shuo only picked up his share.

Feng Qian thought this guy was quite interesting.