The young man's strong and sharp face made many girls present blush.
Wen Jia rolled her eyes slightly, feeling very unhappy in her heart. How could she meet him like this? She instinctively stayed away from the young man.
The young man looked at her expression and movements, raised his eyebrows unconsciously, and snorted.
"Brother Ye!" A deep voice came from behind Wen Jia.
Jin Zhengye glanced at him: "Yeah"
It was this very thin boy, and his voice did not match his voice at all. The boy walked up to Jin Zhengye and said with a smile: "Brother! You asked me to wait for you here, what's the matter?"
Jin Zhengye poked the left side of his face with his tongue, looked at Wen Jia who wished she was eight feet away from him, and smiled, frightening the boy next to him.
So Jin Zhengye patted the boy and said, "It's okay! I'm leaving."
The boy looked confused. He thought he was being called out because of some big deal. He was glad that he could finally play with Jin Zhengye! Result...
Jin Zhengye put on his helmet, started the motorcycle, deliberately rode towards Wen Jia, twisted hard, and passed Wen Jia quickly. Because it happened to rain, there were many small mud puddles on the street, and there happened to be one in front of Wen Jia. The young man passed by quickly, and the water splashed all over Wen Jia.
The girl was in a panic and yelled angrily: "Jin Zhengye! You did it on purpose..."
The young man vaguely heard something, and the corners of his helmeted mouth couldn't help but curl up.
Wen Jia returned home angrily. On the way, Wen Jia scolded Jin Zhengye eight hundred times.
Complaining to the little sister: "I'll go! This Jin Zhengye is so angry with me, this man is so stingy! Bah bah bah bah bah..." He said a lot
Intention: growth