Please don't be so hard on me!

Luo Minghan came out after not staying long at the reception, bored and annoyed.This is the celebration banquet and farewell banquet for his twin brother. He is still young, and his work has sold for a sky-high price at Sotheby's. He is going to France for a one-year study tour. .

The two brothers are about the same size, and they were carved in the same mold from the womb. Luo Minghan was tired of being caught and said "Congratulations", his condescending cold and irritable eyes often choked the other party who raised his glass to congratulate him. .

He pushed open the heavy door of the banquet hall, flipped his wrist and stuffed a cigarette in his mouth, before he lit it, he heard "Brother Luo".

Strange, you can also meet old lovers here.

Luo Minghan turned his head back, his brows and eyes pressed impatiently, but he froze for a second, his mouth with a cigarette in his mouth loosened.

The young man in white T-shirt is carrying a painting tube on his back. He is tall and tall and clean.

The other party was obviously taken aback by him, took a step back unconsciously, and then seemed to realize something, the clear, pleasant and timid tone and expression just now disappeared, and he became blank-faced in a second. The look of the expression.

Luo Minghan took the cigarette from the corner of his mouth, showing a cynical look, "You know me?"

The other party does not speak.

Luo Minghan changed his method, still staring at his overly good-looking face with great interest: "I know you?"

Even though it was half a smile, but his eyes were oppressive, making people feel dangerous.

Miao Cun was indifferent, only felt that the same face, but the person in front of him made him unable to get close, and instead looked a little annoyed.After two seconds, Miao Cun finally spoke, without a tone: "I admitted the wrong person."

Luo Minghan suddenly felt disgusted: "Are you looking for Luo Yuanhe?"

Miao Cun tightened the belt of the painting tube stretched across his chest: "I don't know."

Luo Minghan looked at him.It looks like a student of painting, not to mention Luo Yuanhe's student.But none of his students were so young, and he looked like he was only a sophomore and a senior in high school.He hooked his lips: "Then who do you call Brother Luo?"

Unable to keep fooling around, Miao Cun said: "A man asked me to find you just now, saying that he had something to tell you, and asked me to call you Brother Luo."

"Who?"

Miao Cun randomly pointed in a direction: "He's about 1.7 meters tall, a boy, and wears earrings."

Luo Minghan owed a lot of romantic debts. He doubted who was looking for him to get back together. He wondered which old lover was wearing earrings. After walking two steps and subconsciously looking back, he found that the other party had run away early.

When I see you next time, it will be at the entrance of the alley in the university city.

Luo Yuanhe patted his ass to go to France to be his Kochi, and left a pile of some missing in the school dormitory, so Luo Minghan had to come and pick them up in person.His younger brother looked gentle and elegant, but in fact he was forgetful and had all the common faults of a genius. Luo Minghan was going all the way, and was piled into the backseat by his rags.

She was reincarnated with the same face, why didn't she have the same talent?

Luo Minghan held the steering wheel and snorted out of boredom.He started from scratch and worked hard to make the company the size of the current China International Trade Office. In the eyes of others, it can't compare with a painting by Luo Yuanhe.

The car turned around the alley and saw some boys bullying others.The books were scattered all over the floor, next to it was the snack street, and dirty water had accumulated near the manhole cover all year round, and the books were soaked black.The boy in the T-shirt squatted on the ground and picked up books silently. When he picked up one book, the other party took it from his arms and threw it away. While pushing him, he was laughing at something.

Opposite the Academy of Fine Arts is the vocational school, there are many onlookers and few helpers.

Luo Minghan was not interested in acting bravely, the Land Rover tire slipped over, swiped, and backed up again.

It's him?

That little liar outside the hotel ballroom last time.

He said that someone was looking for it, but when he touched it, it was a family cutting the cake.Staring at each other for a long time, Luo Minghan said "Shoubi Nanshan", but he didn't know that he was celebrating his second marriage.

The little liar was bullied enough, he held the dirty book in his arms, and the white T-shirt turned black, but he didn't say a word.A few yellow hairs were still laughing and shouting around him, Luo Minghan lowered the car window, and several words of "gay", "dirty gay", and "ass piercing" came to his ears.

Are homosexuals still discriminated against these days?Luo Minghan propped his cheeks against the window, and watched the play with a cigarette in his mouth.

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After picking up all twelve books, Miao Cun stood up without saying a word. As soon as his calves straightened up, someone suddenly pushed him from behind, and he immediately fell to his knees again.

He was holding the book, but his right hand instinctively supported the ground.When he lifted it up again, he felt a burning pain, and two bloodstains were wiped out on the cement road soaked in black water on his palm.

Unable to bear it any longer, the car door unlocked with a click, Luo Minghan dropped his cigarette and got out of the car——

However, God did not give him a chance to be a hero to save the beauty.

Miao Cun stood up silently, bowed his head and did not move for a while.The little bastard was still clamoring, just when everyone thought he was crying in pain and frightened, the moment he turned around, he swung two large hard-covered books and slammed them open—bang!The crowd exclaimed, and the little yellow hair of the vocational high school fell two steps sideways——

"You fucking court death!"

"You're fucking looking for death." Miao Cun kicked his chest again while cursing, the gangster took two steps back while clutching his stomach, before his face could be lifted up, he was slammed three times by Shu Kuaizhu— - Good guy, those are hard-shell books with hundreds of pages, like a fucking weapon, the little yellow hair was swung with his jaw, and his neck almost broke.

Luo Minghan opened the door of the car and let out a horrible "hiss", the cigarette almost fell out.It's so miserable... He meant the yellow hair.

Perhaps it was because Miao Cun's aura was too scary, the other accomplices didn't dare to act rashly for a while, and even swallowed.The scene was terribly quiet, Miao Cun ignored these bastards, and asked coldly with his messy yellow hair: "Apologize?"

"Said your mother—ah!!!" Miao Cun pulled his hair like pulling a chicken, and the chicken's neck was forced to lift up, making a dry coughing sound of clucking.

"Apologize to whom?"

"My mother's sorry, I apologize, I apologize—"

"Who's Gay?"

"I am I I am I am I am!"

Miao Cun frowned, a little disgusted by his crying, and kicked the man's knee: "Get lost."

The bastards ran away with the yellow hair on their hands. Luo Minghan observed Miao Cun's every move and saw him picking up the book from the ground with his back straight. There was no expression on his face, as indifferent as if nothing had happened.

The unswung fist was a little itchy, Luo Minghan pinched the white pipe, and after two seconds, he walked over and grabbed the opponent's arm: "Follow me."

Miao Cun's eyes brightened obviously, and then went out again: "Who are you?"

Luo Minghan was no longer a human being, and said quickly in a low tone: "Huang Mao brought someone to look for you—don't look back, follow me, I'm your brother Luo."

He held Miao Cun's arm with great strength, and he couldn't help but think about it, he was so thin, he didn't know where he got the strength just now.Pushing, pulling, coaxing, and coaxing people into the car, the lock was locked with a click, and the accelerator was stepped on to drive out.

Miao Cun lowered his head and rubbed his arms, the wind blew in from the window, the busy snack street was in order, and there were bullshit vengeful gangsters.