The Evolution of Little Milk Dog

He Xilai made two home-cooked dishes, and looked at Liao Han nervously. He was afraid that these simple meals would not suit the teacher's appetite, and he was even more afraid that his poor cooking skills would be rejected by the teacher.

Liao Han didn't notice these things, he picked up a chopstick and put it in his mouth, objectively speaking, He Xilai's cooking was pretty good.

Liao Han put down his chopsticks, and suddenly saw the fiery eyes on the opposite side, he thought for a while and commented: "Not bad."

Sure enough, the eyes on the other side became brighter, with a bright smile.

Liao Han also laughed unconsciously.

Young people are so clean and pure, they can easily infect those around them.

It was a kind of vibrant and bright.

Liao Han suddenly realized that he was a little too relaxed. He suppressed the smile on his face and called He Xilai to sit down and eat together.

He Xilai didn't understand why the teacher, who was obviously very happy just now, suddenly became unhappy, and sat down a little bit disappointed.

Liao Han ate in silence without saying a word. He Xilai tried to strike up a conversation several times but was rejected by him with a cold attitude.

After the meal, He Xilai helped Liao Han clean up the dishes. During this time, he secretly glanced at Liao Han several times, but Liao Han also turned a blind eye.

"Teacher, then I'll go back," he said reluctantly, and said slowly, "Goodbye, teacher."

Liao Han nodded and sent him to the door.

Liao Han breathed a sigh of relief when he left.

I have to say that He Xilai is really attractive.

He did try his best to attract Liao Han as he said.

This is not terrible, what is terrible is Liao Han's reaction.

Liao Han rubbed his forehead with a headache.

It's not good to go on like this.

He was disturbed by a small child.

He Xilai usually looks like a little sheep, but in terms of emotional offensive, he is a big bad wolf.

Proactive and domineering, but still wearing the coat of a little sheep, Liao Han often let down his guard for a while, only to be caught off guard by him.

Liao Han sat on the sofa and picked up the half-eaten snacks, thinking while eating: this is not going to work.

He stuffed a potato chip into his mouth and thought, what should I do.

Liao Han couldn't think of a good solution for a while, so he could only try his best to distance himself from He Xilai, but He Xilai was chasing after him. At first, Liao Han scolded him face-to-face, but he was still sad and ashamed. thicker.

Liao Han had nothing to do with him.

A month passed like this, and when the quiz was approaching, Liao Han ordered He Xilai to study hard, and only then did he have a few days of peace.

He was sitting on the carpet under the sofa, leaning against the sofa, watching TV with a thin quilt wrapped around him.

Watching and fumbling around with his hands, he found an empty bag of potato chips.

He picked up the bag and held it in front of his eyes, sighed heavily, threw the bag into the trash can, leaned his head back on the sofa, rolled his eyeballs for a while, and stood up with a sigh of relief.

It was already 12 o'clock at this time, but tomorrow is the weekend and there is no need to get up early, and the 24-hour supermarket is not far away, so he just took his wallet and put on a thin coat and went out.

When he was going back, he passed by the alley next to the supermarket and was suddenly bumped by someone. Liao Han quickly reached out and grabbed the person's wrist.

"My friend, is it okay to take my wallet without saying a word?"

The man was thin and small, half a head shorter than Liao Han, Liao Han didn't take him seriously, but he suddenly turned his head, looked at Liao Han fiercely, and quickly took out his other hand from his pocket.

Liao Han yelled in his heart that something was wrong, this kid had a knife, but it was too late, the man stabbed him viciously!

Liao Han subconsciously leaned back, and his abdomen felt a sudden pain, as if being pierced by an ice pick, and it was cold.

He didn't know whether he couldn't react or acted subconsciously, and he grabbed the thief's hand more tightly.

The thief was also a little panicked, he raised his hand as if to strike again, but the knife didn't hit Liao Han in the end.

A slender white hand gripped the blade, and blood rolled down the white wrist. Liao Han stared blankly at that hand, feeling his eyes were stung by the bright red.

The person behind him had already kicked him hard, and the thief was kicked back, and the knife in his hand slashed across the white palm fiercely.

Liao Han's heart trembled.

The man had already rushed over and stepped hard on the thief's hand. The thief let out a scream and dropped the knife. The man kicked the knife aside and smashed it down hard with his fist.

With every punch, there were blood splashes, and the blood stained the thief.

Liao Han sat down slowly covering his stomach, his palms were hot and humid, and he called, "He Xilai."

The man didn't seem to hear it, but he still kicked the thief fiercely, with a kind of madness in his movements. Liao Han saw that he kicked the thief's head several times without restraint, and thought that if he did this again, he would die.

Liao Han raised his breath and shouted louder: "He Xilai, do you want to see me lose too much blood and die?"

He Xilai's movements stopped abruptly, and the thief kept screaming, and finally stopped at this moment, falling to the ground with a bruised nose and swollen face, moaning.

He Xilai was trembling all over, and rushed over in a panic, kneeling in front of Liao Han with red eyes, his hands trembling in the air, as if he didn't dare to touch anywhere.

Liao Han said softly, "Call the police."

Only then did he nod in a panic, and took out his cell phone with shaking hands. After several attempts, he barely took it out, but he couldn't dial the number no matter what, and repeatedly pressed the wrong number.

Liao Han saw the blood on his hands all over the screen, his heart trembled, he took the phone and said softly, "Let me do it."