I’m Not a Scumbag

so close!

Lin Fang complimented his wit. Without such tricks, how could he be single for 30 years by his strength.

I only met once, a beautiful girl, so I let myself make an excessive request.

If we see each other more often... why don't you call your father?

Lin Fang felt that he was not ready.

A man's first time is very expensive.

There must be a sense of ceremony!

How could it be handed over casually?

I'm not a scumbag!

With pure thoughts, Lin Fang fell asleep.

This time, I didn't sleep well.

In the dream, Huan Feiyan is thin, and there are many, many beautiful girls.

Looking at the past with eyes, it is not a prominent career line, but it is easy to take care of it at a glance. Even if it is an airport, it is still white, beautiful, and long legs.

These beautiful girls were too proactive, no matter how Lin Fang resisted, they could only be suppressed.

So early the next morning, Lin Fang had to rush into the bathroom to take a shower and wash his clothes.

After breakfast, Lin Fang's cell phone started to get busy, ding ding dong dong ringing non-stop.

Facing the strange look in his mother's mocking eyes, Lin Fang resisted the urge to turn on the phone and obediently washed the tableware and chopsticks, which won his mother's slight nod of approval.

Lin Fang returned to his room and wondered, should he go out and rent a house?

Always dangling under my mother's eyes, there is always a pain in the buttocks like a needle stick, and I am always worried that my mother's family law will fall on my body at some point.

They're all thirty... twenty years old, and they have to be cleaned up by their mother, so there's no face in speaking out.

After muttering for a while, Lin Fang opened his phone to check and found that the news was all from the same group: "Jincheng Wingman Roundtable".

A few scumbags and scumbags raised their hands to be wingmen yesterday, and each of them @ him once.

He looked at the news again, and these people were really active enough. They only started at 2 o'clock in the afternoon, but they were already thinking about meeting each other.

Lin Fang thought about it for a while, and felt that it would be good to meet first. He was not familiar with these people at all. When meeting each other, he should get acquainted with the situation first.

"Location, I'll be late."

Seeing Lin Fang's news, someone in the group immediately posted a picture.

Wang Zai, how to lose this game. GIF.

Immediately after, someone sent a picture.

Hey, it feels like Wang has brought our lives to the peak. GIF.

"I received it, I will follow the king's instructions."

"Where the king's life is, I will serve you to the death!"

Is this the majesty of a king?

Lin Fang found that his status in this "Wingman Roundtable" was not as high as usual.

Every word was taken lightly, and Lin Fang felt that he was simply the spiritual leader of this group of people.

Every time he speaks, he is held to the top of his head by a group of people to praise him.

After Lin Fang received the location of the mobile phone, he carefully cleaned up.

The first time I saw these people, I couldn't be sloppy in their personal image.

For professionals in beauty salons, the technology may not be good enough, but the aesthetics must be excellent.

Lin Fang first went to the barber shop with the highest aesthetic standards in the neighborhood, and asked Mr. Tony to fix his hair, which cost several hundred dollars.

In the past, Qian Linfang had a year's worth of hair left over. Now, once it's all used up, it's reeled up.

After finishing his hair, Lin Fang went to a nearby beauty salon for a facial treatment.

Serious beauty salon, serious facial care.

It's just that Miss Technician's figure is a bit illegal. When she is nursing, she always bows her head and pushes against Lin Fang from time to time.

Aside from this little "flaw", the technician's technique was quite good. After finishing it, Lin Fang felt empty for a while...a burst of energy.

Go home and look in the mirror again, handsome!

This money is not wasted.

After tidying up your image, you have to do a good job of matching your clothes.

Lin Fang opened the closet and just glanced at it, and suddenly felt that he didn't understand himself at all.

In the past, he used to buy clothes very simply. He wore the same style for ten years: white shirts, plaid shirts, black jackets, and jeans. Regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, he always matched them according to this style.

Looking at it now, there is a cabinet full of well-matched clothes.

From bohemian to small fresh, from British gentleman to hip-hop, goth, everything.

What kind of trousers should go with what top, what color of clothes should be used for the base, and what size shoes should be worn, all of which are clearly arranged.

Lin Fang doesn't need to bother about dressing at all, he just finds a set to wear on his body, and it's already perfect.

Just after looking at his hairstyle, Lin Fang finally chose a powder blue coat.

The short hair on the temples has been intensively repaired, and it is very MAN. If you follow the British gentleman's style, it will be too hard, so I just use a little girlish style to neutralize some of the toughness.

The powder blue is coquettish enough, with white trousers, a black and white striped shirt lining, and black mid-top leather shoes.

The upper body of the whole suit is so delicate that I have no friends.

"If I had this aesthetic in the past, even if I didn't want to be a scumbag, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to stop the girl from attacking me, right?"

Looking at himself in the mirror, dressed in a perfect match with his hairstyle, Lin Fang couldn't help but ponder.

After being intoxicated for a while, Lin Fang walked out of the room. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

Ma Lin was sitting on the sofa busy, watching a few dramas about mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, knitting sweaters twice, and saying a few words to Pa Lin, life was so boring, boring and comfortable.

Hearing the movement of Lin Fang's door, Lin Ma didn't even look at it, and then she scolded: "Lin Fangwen, you son of a bitch! You were in and out early in the morning, what the hell..."

"what?"

Ma Lin could see Lin Fang's outfit clearly, her eyes lit up, and she couldn't help but praise him: "Tsk tsk! As expected of my son, this handsome man is really rare, just follow me!"

On the side, Dad Lin grinned, wanting to say to his wife, "That's not what you said yesterday", but he touched his pocket and looked at the balance of WeChat. Dad Lin could only sigh and cover it hard, wanting to complain. Q.

Sigh, it's not because I don't want to complain, it's because my strength doesn't allow it.

Mouth, mouth, you just have to bear it, it's cool, even if pocket money is deducted for a few days, the small treasury can't stand it no matter how much!

Lin Fang was very happy to be praised. He was clean, delicate and stylish, and his status at home was different.

Not only did my mother not scold herself, she actually complimented her a few times.

It's no wonder that boys who love to clean up have a good relationship with the opposite sex. They are always praised, and their self-confidence can't be bursting?

"Mom, I'm leaving. I don't have to prepare my dinner. The party will be late in the evening, so I won't come back. I'll just go back to school. I will have class tomorrow."

"Oh! You thought I'd prepare dinner for you? Go! Go! Go!"

Originally it was just fine, but when it came to skipping dinner, Ma Lin's expression changed and she immediately started chasing people.

Oh, dear mother! Change your face so fast!

Lin Fang pouted and resolutely walked away. If he didn't leave, he might have to get another family meal.