Chapitre 152: 172 esports TOP1,5
Auteur: Thirteen pure ones Traduction automatique
Su Fuyun held a cup of coffee, not saying a word.
His eyes were calm, and his slender hands held the white porcelain mug.
His nails were perfectly trimmed and clean, and his joints were strong and simple. Such a pair of hands looked like the hands of an esports player.
The brawny man looked jealous, but this kind of natural capital could not be envied no matter what!
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Xia Ling Sat at the side and listened to Li Kui's incessant attempts to rope Su Fuyun in for an hour.
Initially, Xia Ling wanted to rip him off, but after being nagged for so long, her mind was buzzing like a big fly. No matter how good an appetite a person had, they would not be able to eat at this time.
If Li Kui wanted to use this to destroy Xia Ling's scheme to rip him off, then Li Kui would definitely have succeeded.
However, Xia Ling did not want to let him succeed.
"Hey, hey, aren't you thirsty?"
2She knocked on the table and turned around. "Waiter, table 12 will need two more lemon frappuccinos!"
2There were two empty cups on the table. The lemon frappuccinos had entered the girl's stomach.
One glass of frappuccinos, 70 yuan. This was the signature of this shop.
2Xia Ling ate casually and had already settled Li Kui's 280 yuan bonus. Moreover, this did not include the food that he and Su Fuyun had ordered.
2Gritting his teeth, he could not bear to part with his child.
Li Kui looked at Su Fuyun. "Big Brother, with such generous conditions, are you really not going to consider it?"
2The atmosphere was silent.
After a while, the waiter served all the food that they had ordered.
Su Fuyun took a knife and fork before responding to Li Kui
"I'm not going to consider it! I'm too lazy and not suitable for the club."
2Oh, if you're not going to consider it, then why are the two of you ordering food and eating so happily? What's going on?
Li Kui looked at the small 700 yuan bill on the table and felt as if he had fallen into a huge pit. Thunder was rumbling above his head.
This time, he had thrown caution to the wind to torture a "passerby". The prize money he had received was equivalent to taking it for nothing!
2Just as he was about to turn his grief into appetite.
2Xia Ling wiped her mouth with a satisfied tissue and looked up at Li Kui.
"Hey, big guy, if he's not going, how about I go? Aren't you the coach? I'll be your player!"
2"You?" Li Kui looked at her suspiciously. "Are you 18? If you're not 18, you can't sign a contract!"
2Xia Ling smiled indifferently. "I'm not full now, but I'll be full after the new year. Doesn't your club have the spring season? Take me with you now. I can play in the spring season!"
2"Gu Moyue!" Su Fuyun scolded and suddenly stood up.
2He took out 800 yuan from his pocket and placed it on the table.
He pulled Xia Ling and brought her out.
* Bang! *
"Su Fuyun! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."
2Under the streetlight, the shadows of the two people were stretched out.
Su Fuyun held her wrist with some strength.
When he heard Xia Ling's pain, he immediately let go.
The girl's fair wrist was already red from his grip.
Su Fuyun looked at the girl's wrist. His gaze fluctuated for a while, then he went straight to the point
"Gu Moyue! Don't follow me anymore. I'm a vagrant Su Fuyun, and I usually wear a discount from the supermarket. What's the point of following me? Go home obediently and go to school!"
2"Go to school? Pfft!"
2Xia Ling laughed. She covered her wrist with one hand and took a few steps back.
She put some distance between her and Su Fuyun.
She looked at him mockingly.
"Are you joking? I'm already eight or nine years old, and you still want me to go to school?"
2"Why? Did you hurt your fragile heart when you heard that I'm going to join the club?"
2Cadeaux
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-- Classement
Power Stone 
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