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Chapter 632

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    Fu Qinqi has been at Maplewood University for half a year, but no suspicious person has been found, or, everyone looks like his own sister, so dazzled, including men, he has to look at him three-pointed to prevent his sister from becoming  Unisex clothing, or women disguised as men.

    "Boy, you're used to touching porcelain. It's bad luck for you to mess with me today. I'm going to overwhelm you. Don't get up. I want to see what kind of waves a gentle scum like you can make. You run away!"  Ah, let me see if you drive my car so fast, you dare to hit the hood of my car? I have a driving recorder in my car. I'm a classmate, I don't want to do it so badly, but there is no way, you may not know me  I bought a car, and thought I was a member of the society. You can eat porcelain once for half a year? No wonder I heard that the scallion pancake seller at the door would chase you to your dormitory with a long spoon and beat you to death.  You do deserve it."

    "What are you going to do?"

    Fu Qinqi stood up slowly with his legs numb. Only then did the boy in the car see Fu Qinqi's figure.

    "I'm going, why is this social person allowed to enter the campus? Brother, this is my grudge with him, and it should be reported long ago. I was upset when I saw his twat chirp before, so I cut him off.  , I don¡¯t have a long memory, I scratched the cover of my car, and I don¡¯t know what sharp thing he is wearing, I¡¯m afraid it¡¯s not a knife, anyway, I won¡¯t get out of the car. Anyway, today, I¡¯ll let him go to hell.  "

    "I just have a zipper on my clothes, accidentally"

    "Accidental fart, I think you just have intentions. People like you shouldn't give you face. I will speak for you, but you still crawl along the pole. Okay, if you bring a knife, I still respect you."  Man, you always bully me more than me, you don¡¯t even have the consciousness to resist, even if you scare me, you can even make a zipper, hahaha. It¡¯s so funny, you¡¯re so cowardly.¡±

    "I will accompany you for the repair cost of the car."

    "You pay? Who are you? Do I know you? Where can I find you if you run away?"

    "I'm his brother."

    "Are you his brother? He grew up in an orphanage, but he has no father or mother. Why did a brother appear suddenly? It's really unheard of, brother, if you want to be brave, I won't stop you, but I will call you in advance  A vaccination, mine is a Bentley, more than 2 million, you said my car hood was scratched by him, how much is it worth? At least tens of thousands of dollars, I have to paint the whole car, thinking so  Is it easy? It¡¯s not just one place.¡±

    "You are right, not only there."

    "Um?"

    The boy in the car cleared his throat and rolled his eyes, only to see Fu Qinqi walking to the side of the car and looking at the scratches on the side.

    "There are also here."

    "So what? I hit a curb."

    "Brother, I, I just realized that it seems that I don't have a zipper on my body."

    "Don't listen to his nonsense, didn't you just say that my car cover was scratched by your zipper, and my driving recorder recorded the whole process."

    "He didn't mess with your car. This time, it's not he who messed with porcelain, but you."

    "What?"

    "I've been squatting here for a long time. These days, I also saw a car with a wing logo driving around in the market, and the scratch on your car cover has long been there. It was when you reversed the car and hit a big tree.  , My eyes are equivalent to a driving recorder, and they are also recording the whole process. Don't bully him again." (Remember this site website: www.hlnovel.com
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