The best villain transfer student

I showed a rare smile. We all smiled and laughed. The embarrassment of the principal's smile was too lazy to see him, but Lin Mo Yu didn't laugh.

When she went home at night, Ye Xi said that he and Qian Yan had to stay. The Student Union had nothing to do with it. I heard that it was a person from the Luohe Middle School to provoke it, so the burden of sending me home fell on Lin Lin.

Silent rain.

I got the answer I wanted, and I was very good. I took Lin Moyu and said that he wanted to ask him to eat ice cream and eat big meals. He stood in front of the barbecue stall with a large bag of ice cream.

Ten skewers. "

"Okay, Xiao Nuo, you have n’t come to my shop for so long. I thought you and your mother had moved away.” The boss was in a hazy smoke, it was really more ecstasy than Sister Xianxian.

"How can it be, my mother is too lazy to move." I sat down at a empty table with Lin Moyu's hand.

He frowned and looked at the surrounding environment, and then told me: "Why do there such a place in this city?"

Rich people are rich and have never seen the stalls. I gave him a box of ice cream and said with a cheerfulness: "What happened to this kind of place, I tell you, you can make real friends in these places, eat

It's delicious. ""

He didn't speak anymore, pushed the ice cream and said, "You eat, I don't like sweetness."

I suddenly remembered a question, and pushed Lin Moyu's elbow curiously: "Well, Lin Moyu, can I ask you a question?"

"You say." He always took a peaked cap.

"What does you have to do with Mo Xue?" I don't think I need to mention that he should know who Mo Xue is.

"Sister and brother." What, so simple, it seems not to be born.

I shrugged my shoulders and did not continue to ask. After eating things, I went back home. When I got home, I saw a letter on the sofa. I opened it and looked at it.

My mother who left me.

She said that it would be good to wait for the grandmother of the palace and the grandfather of the palace.

I threw the letter into the trash bin. Have she been a mother like this? From a young age, I only asked me for money. I couldn't ask anything else.

I wonder if I picked it up from the roadside, and I would rather pick it up, so I can still look forward to my biological parents.

When my father was still there, my mother still had a little bit of mother, but since her father left, the mother was no longer the mother who loved me before, and would only gamble on the debt that owed the buttocks all day long.

Now I am not by my mother. If she owes debt again, how can she pay it? In case she is unable to pay back ...

There is an inexplicable panic and worry in my heart ... This woman is really!