C407 So You're so Short

Chris instantly understood. She spread her arms and legs and immediately separated Curry and Han Chung from each other, completely blocking his line of sight.

Curry had always felt that being short was a weakness. On the contrary, many people teased him because of his height that he grew younger and older, even though he did not understand the relation between height and appearance. But at this moment...

Chris blocked in front of him like a wall. His pride and stubbornness were instantly pierced through by reality.

Why was Chris taller than him? Why was he unable to see Chris when she blocked in front of him? Why was the seemingly thin and weak Chris so tall and powerful?

Curry instantly felt suspicious of what he had known for over thirty years. I am f * cking shorter than Chris?!

With a trace of stubbornness, he stretched out his neck to take a look.

He could not see Han Chung at all!

His bag was going to be snatched away!

Curry pushed Chris with one hand and stepped beside her, trying to cross Chris's shelter.

"F * ck, why are you so short!" Chris pulled Curry back like she was catching a chick. She looked suspicious. "Did you wear high heels and insoles when you walked the red carpet in the past?"

Curry: You are the one who is wearing f * cking high heels.

Curry raised his head and glared at her. "What's wrong with wearing high heels? What's wrong with adding insoles? Which law doesn't allow me to walk the red carpet and add insoles? You're allowed to wear high heels and I'm not allowed to add insoles?"

Chris was stunned by Curry's verbal attack and said slowly," I did not say that... "

But she quickly reacted, "I was wondering why I felt that you were weird. It turns out that you didn't add insoles!"

After saying that, even she was dumbfounded. "F * ck, so you're so short!"

You're the one who's shorter! You're the one who's shorter! Your whole family is shorter!

Curry was about to be angered to death by Chris. "Whether I'm short or not has nothing to do with you!"

"Whether you are short or not has nothing to do with me, but I cannot let you pass." Chris opened her hands wide and looked like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water. "Anyway, don't think about going over."

Curry said angrily, "Are we still friends? If you treat me like this, I will be torn apart by my fans!"

Chris smiled, "Who is your friend? Do you think you are the only one with fans? Who's afraid of who? If you're in the mood to threaten me with your fans, you might as well consider whether your height will make your fans lose their fans. As a man, there's no one as short as you."

This was definitely a ginseng rooster, and a ginseng rooster that had risen to the level of dignity as a man!

Curry felt that if he did not give Chris some face, she would really think that he was easy to bully!

Curry gritted his teeth and used his fastest speed to crawl under Chris's open arms. He aimed at Han Chung's butt and kicked.

It had to be said that Han Chung's kneeling posture was very good for Curry to kick. His protruding butt was simply seducing people to commit crimes. Curry did not feel guilty at all. After kicking, he was very excited.

"F * ck!" Han Chung was kicked over. If it was not for his quick reaction, his face would have been on the ground long ago. He immediately exploded. "Who the f * ck kicked me?!"

Chris was also stunned by this perverted move. When she reacted, she immediately grabbed Curry, who wanted to snatch the bag, and asked, "What are you doing? Why are you hitting me?!"

Curry struggled desperately, "Put down my bag!"

Han Chung stood up with a dark face and slapped off the shoe print on his butt. He held three bags in his hand. Curry, who could not escape from the Five Finger Mountain, raised his thumb in disdain and snorted coldly. "What?"

It was rare for Han Chung to show him English. If it were not for the variety show, he would not have let him go. He still wanted a bag?

F * ck your Spring Autumn dream!

Han Chung threw the bag onto his back and decisively abandoned the two of them who were entangled with each other. He spread out his legs and ran fiercely, leaving behind a back view that left a trail of dust behind.