My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

The boy pursed his mouth with a smile, "Pretty lady, what are your plans?"

The willow-like eyebrows frowned uncomfortably, as if eating a fly: "Miss?"

Hachiman was taken aback for a moment: "Isn't it the lady?"

The woman paid attention to the boy, with two thick eyebrows that seemed to be trimmed, deep eyes that were as bright as stars, a stubborn and straight nose, and the smiley expression when she spoke just now-Shin Shinichi is a beautiful young boy, happy.

"me……"

She turned her eyes and looked at the three girls from Chief Wu Gao. When she turned around, her expression and temperament changed again: "Sister, I am Xue Naojiang's own sister!"

A black-bellied sister who met her prospective brother-in-law in a bar, her narrowed phoenix eyes flashed cold like nails: "Boy, you'd better be polite to me."

"polite?"

The boy shook his head, sighed and asked: "Why must I be polite to you?"

"Because you like my sister..."

The woman said something of course: "Do you like my sister? It's impossible for anyone to dislike her."

The gentleman of Biqigu never admits to his disdain for others when he first saw it dozens of chapters ago. He straightened his back, frankly, and unconcealed: "I like it."

Instead, the woman's expression turned gloomy, and then she changed her accent: "Then you have to respect her sister."

The boy frowned: "Has Xue Nao's father come here?"

Xuexiayang is inexplicable. I don't know why he suddenly asked this question. He just shook his head: "I have seen him nine times out of ten times. Tsk, men are like this and like to come to this place."

"In other words, you have to come one more time than your father, right? You woman doesn't seem to be very cute."

Miss Yang Nai narrowed her eyes dangerously: "I--"

"Is Xue Nao's mother here now?"

The woman was cut off, frowning slightly: "How is that possible, what on earth do you want to ask?"

The boy stared at her, and said impatiently: "Since her father and mother are not here, then I don't need to brush up on good feelings. You are just her sister. Why must I give you face?"

"Huo-"

The red pupils were full of strange meanings, Yukoshita Yono looked at his sister's side, and didn't seem to notice what was happening here, and suddenly there was a malicious smile on the corners of his mouth, like those vampires in the movie. With his face close to his face, Yawata could even smell the perfume on this person.

A hand touched her head, and immediately pressed firmly on the bar.

The boy who was stupefied and stupefied pressed a beautiful woman on the bar, as if he was ready to commit violence at any time. He looked at the one who was still mixing the wine, and smiled coldly: "Hey, when do you want to adjust this glass of wine? Or you Adjusting penicillin?"

Kotaro Katsura walked slowly and put a cup of Long Island Iced Tea in front of him with a "bang": "I thought you would think of me as an electric light bulb."

Biqigu waved his hand and released the hand that pressed Miss Xuexia's sister: "This is the sister of a classmate—Dalian with different personalities, I can't tell if it is right or not, but the face should be a sister."

"It hurts—"

Ms. Yangnai, who was covering her neck, really felt that this person was too rude, and wittily dispelled the idea of ​​molesting, lazily propped her face, pouting her lips: "It's a dear, very dear, very dear..."

"Well, it doesn't matter, I'm not interested in the elder sisters, cats, cats and dogs in the Xuexia family..."

The boy said such rude words, and finally added in a low voice: "What's more, this kind of old woman..."

The old woman didn't hear these words, took a sip of her favorite snowball, and somewhat vaguely asked about Yukino's recent situation.

The content of the dialogue is roughly as follows.

"It's Mr. Biqigu, right?"

"Ok."

"Is Koyuki okay?"

"It's the same as usual... Can you close your breasts? It's best not to put it on the table."

"It's really impolite to say it in person like this!"

"It's my cute point to be honest, your sister is different, she is a cat with a distorted personality."

"...Really, that's good."

"Where is it good?"

"There are rhyming feet."

Yang Nai's posture sitting in front of the bar became more and more lazy: "I'm really worried about her."

The young man raised his eyebrows and felt that the taste of this thing was much better than when he went to the bar last time. It is worthy of Kotaro Katsura. The bartending method is the same as that of teasing girls. They are all very old-fashioned: "If you are worried, go and see by yourself. Ah, it is the sister anyway."

The woman's expression has not changed, but her tone is extremely subtle and somewhat lost: "She will definitely not tell me."

"If I had a sister like you, I wouldn't know it."

Biqigu took it casually, and suddenly frowned: "Say I came to find a friend to talk about the past, what do I mean to chat with you, hey, Gui, come and talk about your problem."

"My question."

Kotaro Katsura, who has been making soy sauce, suddenly touched his crotch very indecently, with a worried look on his face: "Recently I have to work in a coffee shop and come here to work. I drank a lot of coffee and alcohol. It seems that there is a problem with mine."

Yawata stretched his head and looked at his crotch, showing a teasing smile: "It's not you, a virgin in his twenties who broke with his hands? Would you like to buy one at a convenience store?"

There was a mockery in the long and narrow eyes of the wig: "Do you think I am like you, adolescent beast?"

The elegant lady on the side looked stunned, wondering why the two people started such a sloppy topic all at once.

"I said, do you want to contact the old Chinese doctor or something?"

Yahata, who claims to have never controlled himself, squeezed his chin: "Maybe it's just that your psychological senses are wrong-prostatitis? Or urethritis?"

Gui rarely said, "This is not true."

Miss Yang Nai was already thinking about whether to leave this place.

How did the atmosphere become so strange?

"Is that big or small?"

"...That guy is not as humble as before."

"It's just swollen..."

That's enough!