When he knocked, the sound of the knock came from the helmet into his ears, and it shook.

Nan Yuan lifted her lips lightly under her helmet, and replied, "Even if it's a troublemaker, you picked it up yourself."

After speaking, she put the mask on and ended the chat.

Han Luoqing choked on her words.

Yes, that's right, he picked up this little troublemaker himself.

He just owes it.

There are a total of three motorcycles in the garage, all of which are the private property of Han Luoqing.

The man chose a more popular style and left with the troublesome spirit behind him.

There are old alleys with many years, covering a large area, and there are many fork roads. It is easy to get lost in the twists and turns.

The man driving the motorcycle was obviously familiar with the place. After three turns, he carried Nan Yuan out of the alley.

The road outside suddenly became wider, and there were many pedestrians and vehicles on the modern highway.

Less than ten minutes after the motorcycle drove, Nan Yuan saw a familiar road.

At the end of this road, turn right and you will see the gate of No. 5 Middle School.

At this time, the motorcycle stopped on the side of the road and did not continue to drive forward.

Han Luoqing lifted the mask and looked at the student girl behind him, his voice was a little heavy, "Get off the bus, it only takes five minutes to walk there."

Nan Yuan paused for a while, then hummed, and got off the motorcycle without the slightest nostalgia.

She looked at the man on the motorcycle, "Thank you for taking me in for one night."

After a pause, he added, "I will repay you."

After saying this, she left without looking back.

Han Luoqing let out a chuckle, thinking to himself that this little guy walked really neatly.

He didn't leave immediately, but stopped in place to look at the other person's back.

The fat school uniform makes this little guy look like a cumbersome little duck, but she doesn't have the naive look of a duck when she walks. The pace is light, but the pace is steady, and the head of a student with ears swung in the morning wind. The hair looks very soft, with a little light brown.

There seemed to be a kind of quietness and serenity in this little one that didn't match her age.

However, Han Luoqing quickly threw away this strange thought.

Dressed up as a little sister, mixed with Li Jun's uneducated gangsters, learned to drive a motorcycle, and even bossed him last night. He was obviously a child who didn't grow up, and he liked to pretend to be cool. 's grinder.

This little guy must be a picky eater and doesn't eat well, so he is malnourished, his hair is thin and soft, and he doesn't grow tall.

When the little boy disappeared around the corner, Han Luoqing turned the motorcycle around and drove away.

When he came out, he felt that the road was quite short. When he went back, he realized that the road was not short because of his good driving skills.

That little one with short arms and short legs, if he walks to school by himself, it is estimated that he will have to walk for an hour.

……One hour.

Han Luoqing was slightly distracted, and when he was distracted, he accidentally turned his head, and he went back through another path in the alley.

It was still early, there were not many people in the alley, and it was far from the lively night. After Han Luoqing returned to the tattoo shop, he planned to take a nap.

As a result, as soon as he entered the bedroom, before his **** fell on the bed, he saw the two bags on the wall.

Han Luoqing thought of something, and immediately opened the bag.

One bag contained a studded waistcoat, a leather skirt, small heels and a dollop of wigs.

Another bag contained the cartoon nightdress and cropped pants he bought last night. The large children's t-shirt was absent and was worn.

There is a note on the table.

Han Luoqing: You can keep things for me first, I will come and get them next time.

Han Luoqing was happy after reading the first name.

I don't know which two characters the name is, and I don't even know which Han his surname is?

Isn't the Han surname all his Han?

Maybe this little man is a typo king?

Han Luoqing read the words on the note back and forth several times. The handwriting was beautiful and neat, not like this little girl.

However, Han Luoqing thought of a possibility.

Could this little guy deliberately write so upright and upright, that he is afraid that he, a scumbag, has never read any books and won't recognize it?

Han Luoqing laughed angrily after thinking of this possibility.

He is illiterate, but it's not that he can't recognize hyphenation.

Okay, he's a social bastard, how literate can he be expected to be treated by others?

Han Luoqing folded the note and threw it into the drawer. After thinking about it, he took it out and clipped it into a book he often read.

The bag with the nightdress was put into the corner of the closet by him, and the other bag with the small high heels of the leather skirt was thrown into the utility room on the first floor in disgust.

"Yo, Brother Han is up? It's so early today?" Jiang Suidong was holding a chicken coop, and dangling out like a ghost, just in time to meet Han Luoqing.

"What about the tender student girl last night?" Jiang Suidong yawned and asked.

"Go to school." Han Luoqing replied.

Jiang Suidong's eyes widened immediately, "Hey, she's really a school girl? Brother Han, this is not like you. You slept with someone last night?"

Although the little girl looked very tender and looked like a student, there are many young girls who dropped out of school and came to work these days, and they may also be working girls who look like students.

When Shang Jiang Suidong saw the tender girl last night, he subconsciously thought that she was a working girl from somewhere. After all, Brother Han has a lot of rules, one of which is that he will never deal with such a good student.

Han Luoqing glanced at him sullenly, "I said, can your mind be less filthy? You're still underage."

"Oh, Brother Han, Master Han, brother, I was wrong. What a serious person you are, I shouldn't have made such a joke with you." Jiang Suidong said happily.

"By the way, Brother Han, there was another problem with my tattoo gun last night. Can you take a look? It's because of the two tattoo guns, otherwise it will affect the progress of the work."

"Broken again?" Han Luoqing frowned slightly and took out the tattoo gun that was in trouble.

Jiang Suidong handed over a pair of rubber gloves. The man put on the rubber gloves, first plugged in the power supply and tried the gun head, then unplugged the power cord and began to disassemble the tattoo gun.

A tattoo gun was dismantled into small parts by him. Needles, needles, pipe wrenches, as well as screws and washers large and small were scattered on the table.

At this time, roommate Liang Zuo also came out yawning, and when he saw this scene, he immediately gave the man a thumbs up, "My brother Han is awesome, I can be both a boss and a maintenance worker, I am uneducated. I can only do errands with Brother Han."

Han Luoqing snorted, the movements of his hands were not affected in the slightest, and replied, "Then why don't you hurry up and clean up."

"Okay~ What do you two want to eat today? Make a reservation for brunch?"

A few uncles are not so particular, they usually get up late, breakfast and lunch are combined into one, and only one brunch is eaten.

"Don't worry about me, I have breakfast and lunch later." Han Luoqing said.

"Hey, this man who got up early and gave away is different. A man who hasn't eaten breakfast for so many years suddenly has breakfast." Jiang Suidong joked.

Han Luoqing glanced at him and said nothing.