With a space sweetheart

Chapter 132

　　Only then did Wu Jin barely hold back, but still sobbed from time to time, and after a while, he told He Anran what was going on.

　　It turned out that after hearing He Anran's words yesterday, he was disappointed and unwilling on the way back, and when he thought that he might have to be scolded by Wu Jun again when he went back, he felt very irritable.

　　However, the son of Mrs. Fan next door didn't know how to wink. When he met him in the alley, he followed him and asked him what kind of scholar he wanted to meet.

　　When Wu Jin heard this, he paused, turned around and punched him.

　　This dead scholar dares to satirize him in front of him. Who doesn't know that he is now notorious among scholars? Still a scholar, a ghost of a scholar!

　　Wu Jin was very angry. He had been the enemy of this person since he was a child, but now he laughed at him, how could he bear it? It just so happened that I was not happy in my heart, so I just hit him to discourage him.

　　As he thought about it, his fists landed on the man one after another. At the beginning, the man was probably stunned by his beating, and he didn't fight back. After he hit him for a while, he was suddenly pinched by the man's wrist.

　　"Hiss, haven't you hit enough?" There seemed to be a smile in the man's voice.

　　Wu Jin's eyes widened, dog, this is unconvincing!

　　So, he raised his fist again and wanted to hit him, but unexpectedly, he couldn't break free from the man's restraint. He tugged hard on his arm, and the man sinisterly took the opportunity to let go, causing him to fall hard on his ass.

　　"Wuuuuu, Brother He, you are right. Scholars are really not good people!" Wu Jin said, and burst into tears again.

　　He Anran: "...When did I say that?"

　　Wu Jin didn't pay attention at all, and cried sadly to himself: "That's a scholar, a dead scholar, I've never beaten him..."

　　In Wu Jin's concept, a scholar is the weakest among men, and now that he has never even fought a scholar, then his martial arts are not for nothing.

　　He Anran didn't know how to comfort him, thought for a while, patted him on the back, and said, "Perhaps this scholar is exceptionally powerful, and you punched him several times, didn't you?"

　　"That's because he didn't fight back. As soon as he fought back, I fell down." Wu Jin sniffled, and then said sadly, "Brother He, I really can't open the escort agency like this?"

　　He Anran looked at him eagerly, but still couldn't say anything ignorant of his conscience, so he hesitated and hummed twice.

　　Wu Jin grinned and wanted to cry again, barely held back, stood up, and said, "I know it myself, but I still don't give up... Forget it, I'm going home."

　　After finishing speaking, he turned around and left regardless of He Anran's persuasion.

　　He Anran didn't keep anyone, stood at the window by the street and watched him walk away before sighing.

　　"He left?" Lin Qi came in with a plate of snacks.

　　"Well," He Anran nodded, seeing that the snack in his hand was unusual, and asked curiously, "What is this?"

　　"Didn't you say that you want to eat the food I made, and I made you a plate of fried fresh milk." Lin Qi put the plate on the table.

　　He Anran approached and said, "I mean I want to eat hot pot, not fried fresh milk."