Chapter 611

As early as a long time ago, yetingchen and yelinhan had completely torn their faces. The previous mode of getting along that they could occasionally say hello and nod at night and day had long ceased to exist.

Sure enough, after yetingchen said this, the faces of the people around him changed.

Is this revenge?

When fat uncle's wife heard this, she opened her eyes and exclaimed, "I didn't expect this man to be so domineering. He responded well, but... Are they brothers?"

Suddenly, the eldest sister looked curiously at the cold night and was humiliated in public. How would he respond next?

Night Linhan also paid the bill, put away the card and walked forward at the same time. His face was not angry with the ridicule of night Tingchen, nor was he angry. Some are still warm and peaceful.

He said faintly, "still blaming big brother for that thing? This is not the original intention of big brother, and big brother doesn't want to do that."

"Oh." yetingchen sneered. It was true that he didn't give him face at all. Seeing the eyes under his lens, he unconsciously followed his hand with Han Muzi, so he squeezed Han Muzi's soft palm for a few points, and even forced her to close her fingers.

"Not your original intention? Are you forced?"

The cold night looked at him. The eyes of the two men met in the air and instantly collided with countless flames. A war without gunsmoke burst out.

Han Muzi knew that the two people had always been at odds, but he didn't expect that they had torn their faces. The possessive desire that ye Tingchen wanted to show urgently in front of the cold night was really too strong, for example... Now his hand is tightly held in his palm, and his strength is stronger than ever before.

And from the moment when the cold night appeared, Han Muzi felt an emotion from yetingchen.

Yes... Fear.

But she felt wrong again, because she couldn't feel it when she felt it again. In addition, she felt that she shouldn't feel this emotion from yetingchen.

After all, for the arrogant night Tingchen, how could he be afraid when he saw the cold night?

Even though ye Linhan registered the company himself, it is still impossible for his company to catch up with Ye's group.

So where does this fear come from?

Unfortunately, there is no need for ye Linghan to speak here. Ye Tingchen has already held her hand and walked out. His steps are in front and Han Muzi is behind. Therefore, from her direction, you can just see the back of Ye Tingchen. He holds her in one hand and the things he just bought in one hand. It's really like the husband who brought her to the supermarket.

Unfortunately

Han Muzi lowered her head and the light in her eyes darkened for a few minutes.

Night cold looked at this scene, silently gathered the edge and coldness from the bottom of his eyes, and then carried things out of the door.

The fat uncle who witnessed all this sighed: "I'm a little distressed about his brother when I ask what love is in the world. He can respond with a good voice when he is so fierce. Alas..."

"So that's why your man's eyes are shallow. His response is obviously backward. Do you think he's kind?"

"Ga?" the fat uncle touched his head: "retreat to advance?"

"Don't you admit that you have a simple head? Don't you understand? In front of the beloved woman, if he quarrels with each other at this time, won't he lose his level? Don't look at this man. He may be very polite."

"The city hall is very deep? How do you know? You can see it just by looking at people?"

"I can't tell by looking at people alone, and it's the first time we've met. If I want to conclude that he is a man with a city government, it's too much. So I'm not saying, I'm just saying he's gentle, maybe the city is very deep, maybe! I didn't say maybe!"

With that, the elder sister turned back and gave fat uncle a popcorn.

The fat uncle touched his head and said, "Oh, I see."

"But..." the eldest sister put her hands around and looked at the back of the cold night and narrowed her eyes slowly: "this man, even if he is not the kind of person who is very deep in the city, he is definitely not an ordinary person."

"I don't understand."

"Let's go and go home."

Fat uncle, hurry up.

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On the way back, Han Muzi was pulled back by yetingchen. She had been very clever all the way. She knew that yetingchen was in a bad mood, or maybe it was because she was guilty, so she had to follow him all the time.

But his step was too big. Han Muzi was very tired. Finally, he couldn't help it and said, "can you walk slowly?"

Night Tingchen heard the speech and took a step. Looking back at her panting appearance, he realized what he had just done.

His eyes flashed and then stopped.

"Tired?"

"What do you say?" Han Muzi glared at him.

She is not only tired, but also after his tossing before, her legs are sour. She has been out for a long time today. Now he still walks so fast, isn't he torturing her?

Han Muzi was a little speechless, holding his waist and panting.

Night Tingchen looked around and found no place to rest, so he bent down and said to Han Muzi, "come up."

Han Muzi: "what?"

She looked at his movements in some surprise. If she didn't understand wrong, did yetingchen want to carry her?

But... They are so old that it seems that they only do such things when they are young.

And she

"What are you waiting for?" night Tingchen saw her standing in a daze. He simply raised his hand and directly pulled her onto his back.

She didn't have time to respond, so she felt that she was lying on the generous and dialed back of yetingchen. Because he was carrying the bag in one hand, she could only hold her ass with one hand and told him, "hold me tight if you don't want to fall."

Then he stood up.

Everything happened quickly. Han Muzi almost reflexively stretched out his hand and hugged his neck.

For a moment, the skin touched, and yetingchen satisfactorily lifted up the corners of his lips and carried her forward.

The way back to the community from here is not far, but because of carrying herself and having to mention something, Han Muzi felt that ye Tingchen was under great pressure, so she couldn't help saying, "why don't... I'd better come down and go by myself."

"Hiss." night Tingchen laughed at her: "who was tired just now?"

Han Muzi: "

She lowered her eyes and looked at the veins around his neck. She knew she wouldn't say it. Blame her?

After a short walk, although he didn't hear the gasp of yetingchen, Han Muzi always felt that he was very tired, so he adjusted his posture on his back to make himself lighter.

After some twisting, yetingchen breathed heavily, and his voice roared in a low voice: "what are you doing moving around on my back?"