The enemies will fight for me [Rebirth]

Before returning to Lu's house, Pei Ke didn't intend to cause trouble, but she couldn't bear the trouble and came to him on her own initiative.

"What? You are said to be ashamed to see people? The dormitory next door saw you getting into the car and throwing yourself into someone's arms. You are not ashamed. Sell it to a man! Since you are being taken care of by someone, get out as soon as possible, and you are in love with me." The chance of AIDS is very high, I don't want to live with a potential patient, you hear?"

The head of the house kicked his basin away, and the half basin of water that had just been wrung out of the wet clothes immediately splashed out with force and sprinkled on the floor.

Pei Ke hung the last piece of laundry on the corner of the balcony, turned her head to look at the water on the ground, stepped over, emptied her basin and stuffed it under the bed.

"Pei Ke, mop up the water on the ground before leaving!" Seeing that he wanted to leave, the head of the house hurriedly called to stop him.

"I didn't do it." Pei Ke locked the things on the table into the drawer, pulled out the key and stuffed it into his pocket, then turned and went out.

The head of the house came to grab his shoulder, but Pei Ke turned away and looked back calmly, his emotions were not affected in any way.

As if not paying attention to people, this made the head of the house hold his breath for no reason.

"If you don't procrastinate, you'll just wait! The scar is healed, forget the pain, right?"

Pei Ke turned around and ignored him before he finished listening to his words.

Like a naive ghost, even if he lived to be 20 years old, he looked no different from a five- or six-year-old child, as if he had never experienced setbacks, and his life was prosperous and smooth.

Pei Ke opened the door of the dormitory to go out, and when she turned around to close the door, she saw that the head of the dormitory had already taken off one of his clothes, it was the white shirt that the stranger lent him to wear that night.

As soon as he stopped moving, he rarely opened his mouth: "Chen Jiawen, put it down."

After rebirth, he didn't meet people in the dormitory, and he didn't even exchange a word. Before he came back from rebirth, he called this guy the head of the dormitory, so it was the first time he called someone by his full name.

But the other party didn't notice the change in his mood at all, and threw the clothes on the ground casually: "Aren't you going to leave? Let's go."

As he said that, he turned around to pick up another piece: "Hurry up, what are you doing back here? Isn't it indifferent?"

Seeing that the shirt fell to the ground, covered with dust, and stepped on with a black footprint, Pei Ke gradually frowned.

Obviously there was no need to do anything extra, but last night that person still brought a piece of clothing. Even though it didn't fit in a hurry, I still thanked that person for his behavior.

If it's my own clothes, maybe it won't be so real.

Pei Ke responded to the head of the house with a locked voice.

He locked it with one hand, threw the schoolbag on his shoulders on the table with the other, pushed open the bathroom door, picked up the mop, poked it into the toilet, pressed the water button, turned around and took off Chen Jiawen's towel.

"Where's the mop? You fucking use my towel to dry..."

Before Chen Jiawen finished speaking, a towel covered his face, and he turned his head away after turning his head.

Pei Ke dragged him to the toilet, and heard the whimpering sound coming from inside, as if he couldn't breathe, he found the right position and kicked Chen Jiawen's knee, the opponent couldn't stand still, couldn't help but fell forward .

The cloth strips of the mop were sucked by the suction of the water and blocked the mouth of the toilet. The newly gushed water could not flow down and had accumulated to a certain height.

Pei Ke took off the towel and supported the back of Chen Jiawen's neck, and pressed the defenseless head into the toilet, only to hear a row of bubbling and bubbling sounds. The other party only realized after drinking water, and put his hands on the toilet to want to He raised his head, but Pei Ke had already added another foot.

The shoe stepped on the back of the man's head, plus the strength of half of his body, Chen Jiawen's fragile neck was invincible to resist.

Pei Ke estimated that the time would be about the same, so she switched the foot of the stepping person to the water storage bucket behind the stepping toilet, and lifted the person up.

This time, the other party stopped cursing, only coughing violently, taking a big breath of fresh air.

Pei Ke gave him three or four seconds to push him into the water again and step on it.

He has never entered the society, and has never experienced a little grievance. He taught him.

Hearing the sound of water purring, Chen Jiawen seemed eager to speak, but Pei Ke didn't give him a chance to beg for mercy. He lifted his foot to avoid the wet hands that were about to grab his trouser legs, and took advantage of Chen Jiawen's head lifted from the water for another blow. Put your foot down and make your point calmly.

"Whenever you stop moving, I will stop."

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Chen Jiawen moved symbolically a few times, and then pretended not to respond. Pei Ke counted the time in his heart, knowing that something really happened to him, pulled him out, casually threw him in a corner of the toilet, and asked him to sit down. on the tiles.

He remained absolutely calm throughout the whole process, as if doing this was normal.

He squatted down on tiptoes in front of Chen Jiawen, lifted his chin with a towel, and showed an extremely bright smile. The corners of his lips were split to the highest angle, and his eyes were wide open in excitement. But it tightened into an arc, which made his eyes into a strange shape.

Chen Jiawen, who half-opened his eyes and breathed heavily, saw him, and was stunned, forgetting even to resist.

Pei Ke's eyes were smiling, her voice was shrill and sinister, and it was as slippery and sticky as a poisonous snake, making one's hair stand on end.

"If I don't want to hear it, I will swallow it later, and I will let you live until graduation safely."

This appearance is completely opposite to the Pei Ke that people usually see, it looks like two people.

Chen Jiawen was so frightened that he couldn't speak, and stared at him in horror.

Pei Ke seemed satisfied, and then shook the towel between two fingers on his face: "Good boy."

The tail tune is protracted and extremely unpleasant.

Then he threw the towel on the ground and twirled his fingers slowly, as if flicking invisible dirty things.

In the next second, Pei Ke straightened up slowly, still facing Chen Jiawen with that smile, and closed the toilet door inch by inch. Then, controlling the volume of her footsteps, she walked over silently to pick up the white shirt, and then picked it up. The schoolbag left the dormitory.

There was no movement in the toilet until he left.

When Pei Ke stood in the corridor, he took a long breath. He should imitate more like him. He has seen enough perverts, and imitating is not an empty shell in his mind, so he is more comfortable.

When the enemy is strong and the other is weak, he can't act rashly, but as an ordinary student like this, it would be too humble for him to continue to hold back.

The life of imprisoning Zhou Xiaoyan in the previous life hadn't really worn down his self-esteem in his bones, otherwise he would not have looked for opportunities to commit suicide.

With these in mind, Pei Ke came to the club activity center, rinsed the dusty clothes carefully on the faucet, and then hung them on the attic of the studio, watching them fluttering in the wind, before turning around with confidence. leave.

A man accompanies his fiancée to visit the commercial street he invested in. This is how a pre-married woman should look like. With joy in her heart, she would say a few words about marriage to everyone, and then lower her head and cover the corners of her sweetly smiling lips with the back of her hand. , a standard shy wife.

Only the man knows that it is the fiancée who is very good at disguising. If he hadn't found out that the fiancée is raising a male celebrity, he might be deceived too.

But the man didn't say anything, it's a commercial marriage, and there's no need to make higher demands on each other, not to mention his fiancée doesn't show much consideration for him, she looks like a good wife and mother. Let him be very contented.

Hearing the clerk boasting that they were a good match with honey on his lips, the man just kept smiling, playing the role of a qualified husband, leaning on the side with folded arms.

Someone followed behind, collecting the spoils of the woman's shopping. The man saw his fiancee and went in to change his clothes. He took out a stack of flat cigarette cases from the light brown short windbreaker, opened the door and went outside the store, lit a blue tail cigarette. cigarette.

The commercial street is built next to the subway entrance, and many people pass through here, but they just pass by in a hurry and don't go into the tall and tidy storefronts.

The price of land is so high that only luxury stores can stop here. When I first got the land, it seems that the secretary asked him, but he asked the people below to handle it, and only submitted the plan to him. I took a look at the arrangement ABCD , I think plan A is good, let them do it.

Now it seems that the plan is really suitable, at least this area is relatively clean.

The man pinched the end of the cigarette, slowly exhaled the white smoke, and stopped smoking, it was just an excuse to go out.

His eyes swept from left to right, his eyes stopped on a painter, and he walked over.

The young man's back was facing him, his back was straight, and the clothes he was wearing were difficult to see. The man only took a glance and focused his attention on the drawing that was getting closer and closer.

Copying the Mona Lisa, the painting skills are good, but can it be sold?It seems that the customers should be nouveau riche who go shopping. The really rich people don’t like this kind of street stalls. They only buy from galleries. Ordinary people passing by should not have this habit. They buy oil paintings and hang them at home. with.

The man looked down at the row of paintings on the ground that were pressed by stones, and his eyes were fixed on a pair of unremarkable paintings.

The format is medium, only half the size of the Mona Lisa, but it is easy to see at a glance.

There is a green pine tree on the emerald green painting, the man glanced at it a few times: "Since it is an oil painting, why not use focal point perspective?"

The voice was as gentle as his usual tone, and the young man who was holding the picture frame and lowering his head to draw his arms raised his head.

Her starry eyes were like water, her complexion was fair, and her facial features were so handsome that no one could fault her.