The national school idol is a girl

The most handsome and fat man in the world?

These words made Zhao Sanpang, who was about to walk into the kitchen, suddenly stiffen up in his back, and something seemed to be faintly heating up in his already frozen chest.

Zhao Sanpang clenched his fingers tightly and turned around.

Just the right amount of light shone in.

At that moment, fireworks started.

It was as if all the light in the sky was reflected in the man's black eyes.

The man still looks like a young man.

Wearing a courier's uniform, he has a tall and slender figure, with a hat on his head, vaguely revealing the silver underneath.

There is also a black earring on the young man's ear, which exudes a faint glow.

The brim of the hat covered his angular profile.

Only the amazing arc at the chin was left.

I saw that man, with thin lips and a sinister half hook, and the soles of his feet seemed to be able to crush the stars.

When looking at him, he looked lazily and teasingly.

"Fuck, fuck!"

This was Zhao Sanpang's first reaction.

He was so excited that he took off his mask and even forgot that there was someone next to him: "Little Spade! Why is it you! Why are you back?"

Little spade?

The girls who were eating over there all looked over after hearing this.

The "courier" raised his hand and took off his hat.

The silver hair fell, like broken light.

The young man raised his hand to push his silver hair back, revealing his perfect devil-like face.

Those eyebrows are so pretty.

Just like before, full of pretense.

"I originally wanted to deliver a courier quietly, but seeing how handsome you are, I couldn't help but show up." Bo Jiu raised the corner of his mouth slightly, holding his trouser pocket in his left hand, and holding a small wooden box in his right hand, just like the Demon Butler in the comics.

The girls looked in a daze.

All movement seemed to be slowed down.

Black, z of spades! ?

Is it really the z of spades? !

Bo Jiu didn't look at them. He walked slowly towards Zhao Sanpang and raised his eyebrows: "Fat Master, don't you look at what I sent you?"

"Wait a minute!" Zhao Sanpang looked behind her: "It's definitely not you alone. My mortal enemy, Qin Xinji, where is Qin Wushao? Where is he?"

Bo Jiu seemed to have a headache: "He's been neglecting me lately. A single person like you won't have the troubles I have."

Zhao Sanpang: ...I asked you where he is. I didn’t ask you to prick my heart. What should I do if he wants to throw him out now?

"But I really didn't come alone." Bo Jiu turned sideways.

There was a person walking in with a small schoolbag on her back and a bunch of food in her hands, all bought by her master along the way. This made the little girl want to sigh.

But because that face was pretty, there was no emotion at all.

So it just looks like a contrasting cuteness.

"The little guy with facial paralysis is here too!" Zhao Sanpang went up and started to touch his head. You know, he likes the little bey very much.

Bo Jiuyi blocked: "Fat Master, this is my apprentice. Just touch your head and touch it for a hundred."

Zhao Sanpang's mouth twitched when he heard this. The disaster can last for thousands of years, and the same goes for money lovers.

"Seriously, why did you come back? Could it be..." Zhao Sanpang glanced at the girls over there who were obviously no longer alive: "Because of this?"

Bo Jiu also followed his gaze and looked over.

Suddenly laughed.

That smile is really charming.

"Fat Master." Bo Jiu's voice was slow and sycophantic: "In my eyes, these are just normal human nature. When someone makes a show, someone will cheer for you. Do you think it's worth my trip? I'm here for you."