Chapter 57

Han Cheng is also angry!

Where's he? Where's the freckle? Where's the rough man!

"Yang Yinuo, I'm a tough guy. You know P!"

Han Cheng suddenly moved forward. His facial features were correct, thick eyebrows and big eyes. He was not handsome.

But the sword eyebrows are strong, the eyes are dark and bright, and the figure is tall and close to one meter eight.

Usually, there are many little girls flirting and making eyes at each other when they walk on the road.

Han Cheng's tough face suddenly came up to Yang Yinuo, which made her heartbeat stagnate and her head tilt back. Han Cheng had retreated to his original position, stared at her with mocking eyes and laughed.

Ah, ah, ah!

Do it again!

Han madman, you bitch, bitch!

Han Cheng looked at the crowd and wanted to hit people, "our Yan boss Shengshi Meiyan, how can you see it if you want to see it!"

The corridor was silent.

Then, Yang Yinuo snorted coldly, "sisters, rush in. I see who dares to stop us!"

Today, let class F lose face!

Several people hit the door with all their strength. Unexpectedly, Han Cheng didn't stop them at all and quickly let go of the back door.

Bang——

A group of people rushed into class F with a shit attitude.

The students behind also wanted to squeeze in. Their eyes touched the boy standing up by the window and slowly opened his mouth

Mom, I seem to see an angel

Yang Yinuo suddenly felt the silence around him.

She looked surprised. What's the matter?

Could it be that the people in class F were so ugly that they scared everyone away?

Yang Yinuo got up and wanted to slap Han madman, but as soon as he looked up, he put on a pair of dazzling eyes like peach blossoms in spring.

Hiss——

Yang Yinuo's head immediately exploded!

In the world, it is really like ink painting. It is beautiful and beautiful. It is born of Qingzhuo teenagers with temperament like jade and bamboo.

It has always been said that women are beautiful and prosperous.

But I don't know that there are teenagers who are mysterious and can bear the prosperity of the world.

The students who crowded into class F had a brain crash and looked at the boy coming against the light.

Heart, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop.

Want to scream, want to scream wildly.

Only in this way can they express their excitement.

The young man's face covered with sunlight was like a peach blossom burning in spring. He put one hand in his pocket and looked at it with a smile.

You and him seem to be separated by clouds, rain and fog. They are not clear. They just think how can there be such a beautiful person.

"My God..."

"My God..."

"I was wrong..."

The girls looking for fault blushed and looked at Yantao. They didn't dare to look at him. They grabbed the corners of their clothes with their small hands and completely fell into the impact of beauty in the prosperous age.

The people in front stopped moving, and the students crowded in the corridor still wanted to squeeze in.

One by one stood on tiptoe and wanted to look inside, "see? It must be ugly! Did it scare you all?"

Yang Yinuo studies art.

From her professional perspective, Yantao's facial features are all the best proportion of gold!

Even the body, too!

As far as she knows, only Hollywood star Louis Macmillan can have such a handsome face against the sky!

She actually saw a perfect man in her school and class F, where gangsters gather!

But

With a vase face, how can it be compared with Xiuwen!

Class F, you don't even deserve to carry shoes for Xiuwen!

Yang Yinuo's anger with some shocked expressions greatly pleased Han Cheng. His face was full of pride and his hands were taunted, "ah, I'm still waiting to hit my face. Why don't I speak one by one?"

He smiled and put on Yang Yinuo's shoulder. "Didn't you say that you are often the best man? Pull over and compare!"