someone follow me

My name is Liang Feng, and my name is quite domineering, but I have a very girly face.With exquisite facial features, every time I look in the mirror, I seriously doubt whether I have cast the wrong baby.

After all, it is a bit too contrary to the laws of nature for such a face to grow on the head of me, a native of the north.

My mother who is a celebrity makeup artist is really good-looking, but she can't reach my level, otherwise she would have been poached as a vase idol long ago.My rich real estate dad doesn't look like me anymore. He has a square face with Chinese characters, thick eyebrows and big eyes that are full of shocking power, and he looks like a pure man at first glance.

My dad once suspected that I was a wolf cub born by my mother and a certain Xiaokai outside to cheat him of money. Later, after my mother cried, made trouble, hanged herself, and even stuck a fruit knife in her neck to kill Mingzhi, she finally believed me. It is his own.

But later my mother found out that my father picked up my hair secretly and asked someone to do DNA, and he was relieved when he got the result.

But none of that matters anymore.

After the misunderstanding was resolved, the two of them began to worry, what should I do if I am bullied after I grow up to this virtue?

No wonder they are supercilious. It is said that since I went to kindergarten, the number of suspicious-looking uncles at the gate of the kindergarten has increased exponentially. They hang around outside all day long, and when they see me coming out, their eyes are shining green.

This made my parents' hearts go up and down, like bungee jumping every day.The two discussed it for a long time, and finally hit it off - let me, a half-old child, go to practice martial arts...

The best martial arts teacher I found, and various judo and Sanda coaches, vowed to train me to become an invincible fighter in the world—Vase.

But I don’t know if I really have the talent in this area. I’ve improved rapidly, and my physical fitness has also increased rapidly. Running five kilometers at variable speeds is like playing games. It’s common to punch a sandbag and kick a door. The matter that my dad invited was stunned by the group of masters.

After ten years of learning martial arts, finally on the day I was in the first year of high school, my masters unanimously agreed with me——Liang Feng can finally be a teacher!

To be honest, I don't think they want to be my training partner anymore.

After all, no one likes to be beaten up every day by their own disciples, with a swollen nose and a disfigured face.

I knew a long time ago that someone was following me in a dark alley, keeping a distance of more than ten meters from me. I guess he must have suffered some kind of injury to his right foot. Although it is not disabled, it is somewhat awkward to walk.

His breathing is heavy, and his panting will be heavier when he is close to me, like a hungry puppy smelling the smell of meat and bones, shaking his head and shaking his head, which is extremely cute.

I know he's a stalker, but I might as well be a stalker because I think stalkers are cute.

I'm a crook by nature, and I especially like older men.

The person who followed me was about 30 years old. He didn't smell of pungent perfume on his body, only the faint smell of washing powder. He was wearing a suit and leather shoes. When he was following me, he was holding a briefcase with a length of [-] centimeters and a width of [-] centimeters. , the hair is soft, the skin is smooth and elastic, which is my favorite type.

In fact, I discovered him when he followed me on the first day, and I planned to beat him up straight away, let him taste the terrible consequences of being a perverted stalker, and put an end to his thoughts in one fell swoop, but inadvertently Glancing back and sketching his outline, I dismissed the idea.

Teasing him is better than beating him, and trying to figure out his mind has become one of the things I must do after school every day.

Over time, I gradually got used to the feeling of having a small tail behind me. Sometimes he would miss the time to follow me while working overtime, and I would even feel a little disappointed.

This feeling continued to ferment, until now I was a little impatient, and before he could do anything further, I moved my hand impatiently, scaring people away.

I swear that next time he will do it again, I will be more patient, and I will definitely accompany him to complete the set last night, including the kind of shower and massage afterward.