I smashed the CP of me and the villain school grass

"What did you do to Bai Huahua?"

Facing Song Zu'an's questioning, Jing Jin glanced at the disheveled white flowers, as if she understood something.

"You think too much, I can't look down on her."

"Then why did you strip her clothes like this?"

The girl on the chair was limp and unconscious, her clothes could barely cover the important parts.

If it weren't for the turtles and characters painted all over her body, that fair skin would probably make people's eyes hurt.

Jing Jin frowned slightly, and instead of answering, she asked in confusion: "Why are you so excited? Do you like her?"

After finishing speaking, he looked at Jiang Ye again, and secretly speculated about the relationship between the three of them.

Jiang Ye's face was indeed not very good-looking. He stood aside indifferently, and had no intention of participating in this topic.

"Are you kidding me? How could I like Bai Huahua?"

"Since you don't like it, why are you so nervous about her?"

Jing Jin broke the casserole and asked the bottom line, revealing everything that someone wanted to ask but was not easy to ask.

Song Zu'an was annoyed by the question, he still wanted to go home and sleep early.

"How can there be so many reasons in this world? If you don't like it, you just don't like it. There is no need for a reason. If there are no other problems, I will take Bai Huahua away."

Jing Jin pursed her lips, and said annoyedly: "All right, please do what you want."

He stepped aside, Song Zuan wanted to reach out and hug the girl.

But found no way to start.

"Find a dress to put on her."

"Find out your own way, it's impossible to lend her my clothes."

Jing Jin didn't want to borrow clothes, so Song Zu'an had no choice but to take off his coat.

Jiang also watched all this coldly, with disgust on his face.

Bai Huahua's figure is petite, barely 160cm.She put on Song Zuan's clothes, but she was quite tight.

"By the way, what's your name?" Before leaving, Song Zuan remembered that he didn't ask the boy's name.

"What's the matter, ask my name to seek revenge in the future?"

"I don't have that much free time. I don't have time to care about the grievances between you and Bai Huahua. Just ask casually, if you don't want to say it, forget it."

The boy's face was startled, and he answered, "Jing Jin."

"Ah."

Song Zuan waved his hands and went out with Bai Huahua in his arms.

Don't forget to give Jiang a wink, "Let's go, Jiang Jiang."

The phrase "Jiang Jiang" surprised people.

Jiang also wanted to fight back, but he couldn't get rid of that face, and he didn't know whether to call it "Song Song" or "An'an". He had no choice but to follow him out with resentment.

Here comes the problem again, the motorcycle can only seat two people.

How to bring Bai Huahua back?

Find a rope tied behind and dragged?

No, no, it's too cruel, the rope can't stand it.

How about calling her a taxi?

"It's so troublesome, it's a waste of my money." Song Zu'an muttered and took out his mobile phone to call a taxi.

The car arrived soon, and the uncle driver looked at the two good-looking boys and the gaudy white flowers with strange eyes.

"Is this little girl...drunk? What's your relationship?"

"Uncle, don't worry, we don't like her, we just help her when we see injustice."

Song Zuan opened the car door and threw Bai Huahua into the back seat.

"Uncle, just follow the navigation, we will arrive later."

The uncle carried Bai Huahua one step ahead as promised, and the two boys were in charge of breaking the rear.

"Jiang Jiang, get in the car." Song Zuan blinked playfully, and offered to help Jiang Ye put on his helmet.

However, he is a little shorter, so he only puts it on when he stands on tiptoe.

Looking at it from Jiang Ye's perspective, Song Zuan's face is close at hand, his bright eyes are sparkling, and the corner of his mouth is smiling...

I don't know if it's because the street lamps are too warm or the moonlight is too gentle, but I always feel that the face in front of me is much more pleasing to the eye.

"Jiang Jiang, get in the car, what are you doing?"

Jiang Ye suddenly came back to his senses, he didn't want to admit that he was dumbfounded by Song Zu'an.

Simply cover up embarrassment with a fierce tone.

"You are sick, who is Jiang Jiang?"

He snatched the pink helmet and put it on Song Zuan's head suddenly.

"Hurry up! Ann!"

"Okay, okay, I'll go, (?) hahaha...sit tight!"

I don't know if it was intentional or just like the motorcycle, every time Song Zuan started the car, he would throw Jiang Ye on his back.

When the two arrived at the door, the uncle driver had disappeared.

Bai Huahua was sleeping on her back in the flower bed.

"Hey... what should I do? To your house or my house?"

"The person you brought back, what does it matter to me?"

Jiang also put down his words, turned around and left in a cool manner.

Song Zu'an and Bai Huahua were left alone outside.