My Possessive Bad Boy's
Chapter 4. MPBB

"Please get rid of me!" snapped Acha while pushing Regan's body quite roughly.

Guiltless Regan immediately distanced her body after her friends left the toilet area. The man advanced his head and whispered right in Acha's ear.

"Daleman lo look, want to be jala*ng lo?" regan asked glancing at the transparent Acha school shirt. The man took off his hoodie and threw the origin at Acha who was still frozen in place.

"Hodien's ugly!" regan shouted while Acha did not ask.

After Regan's departure, Acha picked up a white hoodie lying on the floor. Hodienya still good even looks like new.

"Are all rich people like him? Throw away the good stuff? I bought just one must think a thousand times" murmured Acha.

Not wanting to be the center of attention of his schoolmates, Acha immediately put the hodie on his body, so that the man's scent was out in Acha's sense of smell.

"Why does this smell feel familiar?" muttered Acha who began to recognize the scent of the man she helped night and night when she went home to sell with her father.

"Is he really throwing it away? Can I take it?" Acha's head was filled with question marks. Not wanting to be late and get punished, Acha then ran to his class to follow math subjects.

Unknowingly since then the owner of Hodie was watching from the third floor. I don't know what Regan's heart is, only the man knows for himself. Moreover, Regan's attitude often changes in the near future.

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The doorbell rang a few minutes ago, all the students were pouring out of their classes. Can't wait to go home to meet the parents.

Unlike Regan whose face has been sour since she left the class. If other students think the bell home is a heaven of the world, then it is different from Regan who took it hell. Coming home was not the man's wish.

When Regan was about to put on her full face helmet, a girl came over. The difference is that the girl is not too excited like Regan fans who are often hysterical if they see the man's good looks.

"Don't you see me?" regan asked, especially Acha standing clumsy right in front of Regan's bike.

"My name is Acha." His hands were full of smiles. With the ogah-ogahan Regan took Acha's hand. You have to know this moment is phenomenal, never once Regan reaches out to anyone. The first to get it was Acha.

"Regan."

"Regan? What class are you in?"

"Eleven IPS 3" Regan said.

Acha swallowed her saliva roughly hearing that. Eleven IPS 3 is a class filled with naughty children, and unfortunately Acha bravely met Regan just because the hodie is still attached to her body.

"Bisu lo?" point at Regan with raised eyebrows.

Acha hurriedly nodded. "G-gue just wanted to talk about this." Pointing her chest so that Regan's gaze was fixed on the not-so-big step. Acha who realized it was getting wrong. "Bu-not that don't get me wrong just yet. I mean the hadienya. You really throw it away? Can I take it? Now it's raining again and it's so warm." Acha's grin was without shame or fear of being ridiculed by the poor.

For Acha as long as it is in goodness and does not violate human norms, why should it be ashamed?

Regan smiled thinly, only this time the man met a girl who could make his heart become calm and comfortable to talk even though not much.

"Get it, you're poor!" said Regan then drove the bike without installing a full face helmet.

Acha took a long breath. "No papa Cha, you are poor. It's wrong if he wants you rich and poor" he told himself.

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