"It's OK, huanluo. There must be some misunderstanding." An Xiaojing patted Yu huanluo on the shoulder.
But this matter has been put in Yu huanluo's mind. An Xiaojing accompanied her to the bar to drink a lot of wine. Finally, it was getting late. She called Yu Zhenhuan on Yu huanluo's phone. Yu Zhenhuan was very busy, but when she heard that her sister had an accident, she rushed over.
On her shoulders, an Xiaojing looks like Yu huanluo is drunk. In order to prevent an accident in the bar, she holds Yu huanluo's body and sits in front of a fountain square. At this time, a slight spring rain came down from the sky, wetting an Xiaojing's hair.
When Yu Zhenhuan saw this scene, he was deeply impressed with it. In his life, he can recall the way that an Xiaojing took care of the drunken Yu huanluo, who was serious and careful.
Yu huanluo was vomiting all the time. An Xiaojing helped her wipe it again and again. She didn't feel any trouble at all.
At that moment, Yu Zhenhuan's heart seemed to grow something.
"Why did she drink so much?" Approaching an Xiaojing and seeing her thin shoulder still supporting Yu huanluo, Yu Zhenhuan felt a twinge of heartache and soon hugged Yu huanluo from an Xiaojing.
"She's in a bad mood. Don't blame her. In a word, it's understandable to be presumptuous once in a while." An Xiaojing is afraid that Yu Zhenhuan will return to her family to teach her that Yu will fall.
"Then I'll take you home first!" Yu Zhenhuan looked around. There were few people, the weather was bad, and the night was heavy. An Xiaojing was a dangerous girl.
"No, huanluo is like this now. You'd better take care of her first. I'll take a taxi myself." An Xiaojing smiles, some of the meaning of resolving the embarrassment before.
"Good!" Yu Zhenhuan gives a simple response and puts Yu Huan in the car.
And his eyes, has been looking at an Xiaojing, until she got on the taxi, he was willing to start the engine.
His mood is complicated. Just now, he wanted to send the woman back by himself. Even when he saw some lonely an Xiaojing and Yu Zhenhuan, they all had the impulse to take her home.
The hand holding the steering wheel is getting tighter and tighter.
Before she arrived at the villa, an Xiaojing saw the bright lights.
"Where have you been?" Leng Yichen's voice was icy to the bone.
An Xiaojing knew that he didn't like himself.
But since the relationship between the two people is bad, it's not good to talk to each other?
"Sister, you came back very late today. I'm really worried!"
"That's enough. Are you really worried about me, or do you give Leng Yichen the trouble when I'm away?"
"Sister! You
"What's your question? Where did you go today? okay? Or to seduce others again! " Leng Yichen suddenly gets up and throws an Xiaojing's mobile phone to the ground.
"Are you crazy, Leng Yichen?" An Xiaojing felt puzzled, but she was also very angry.
Bent over to pick up the mobile phone, Leng Yichen stepped forward and stepped on an Xiaojing's mobile phone.
An Xiaojing raised her eyes. Instead of picking up her cell phone, she straightened up and faced Leng Yichen.
"Want to know where I've been? I went to Shangguan's restaurant, and then I went to the bar.... "
"Bitch!" Leng Yichen's strength, all used in the mobile phone, and then heard a crack, the mobile phone screen was crushed at Leng Yichen's feet.
"Yu Zhenhuan, cold dawn, Nangong cold! I'm curious that they all like to speak for you, and now even shangguanqing you don't let it go. Tell me, how do you seduce those men? " With that, he kicked away the phone with some smashed screens.
"Leng Yichen, is your mind so dirty? You think I'm like you? Can you bring a woman back here and there to be in heat? " An Xiaojing is not afraid of him at all. Since yesterday, she has been desperate for Leng Yichen.
There is something wrong with this person's psychology.
"Also want to sophistry, Xiya, take out the picture for her to see!"
Anxiya quickly takes out her mobile phone, and then falters.
"Yechen, the picture is so blurred that you can't see who the person in the picture is!"
But Leng Yichen didn't speak at all. She snatched an Xiya's mobile phone from her hand. There are photos taken by an Xiya on it.
Only then did an Xiaojing see that in yesterday's aesthetic class, she and shangguanqing played the role of an ancient husband and wife.
"Now, I see what else you have to quibble about."
Leng Yichen directly smashes an Xiya's mobile phone into an Xiaojing's face, but the latter has no time to escape.
An Xiaojing only felt severe pain in her face, as if she had been hit hard on her face by a hammer, causing severe pain in her whole cheek, teeth and joints.
"I really don't know why you have this picture, but it's just a class assignment. If you don't believe it, you can ask shangguanqing.""How dare you mention him!" Leng Yichen scolded fiercely.
"Leng Yichen, you are more annoying than before. If you really don't like me so much, you can divorce me! " An Xiaojing gave a sneer and endured the pain of Leng Yichen's injury.
"Since Leng Shao hates me so much, it's better to never see me coming!"
"You think of the beauty, give me cold Yichen shame, still outside hook three build four of the bitch, roll is too cheap you! From today on, you'll move directly to the warehouse for me. You're such a bitch. You don't deserve to live in the bedroom! "
With that, Leng Yichen calls uncle Lin out directly.
"Uncle Lin, all the dirty work at home is done for this woman. Without my permission, she can't step out of this family. She doesn't have to study in that broken school. She doesn't need to study. Do you want to build a memorial archway?"
"You are not human!" As soon as she heard Leng Yichen scolding herself so shamelessly, an Xiaojing was angry. She picked up what she could get from within her reach. And then he smashed it on Leng Yichen.
Anyway, she didn't care about these so-called images. She was a wicked woman who was jealous of evil in his heart.
An Xiaojing's action is crazy. She even smashes a fruit knife at Leng Yichen.
On her beautiful neck, she was suddenly scratched with a light red blood mark by an Xiaojing's knife.
Leng Yichen seemed to feel the wetness of his neck, touched it gently with his hand, and then put a very abnormal smile on the corner of his mouth: "is this your greatest ability? Bitches. "
"Yechen, your neck, Wuwu, yechen, you can't have an accident!" An Xi Ya is in one side, don't know really nervous or pretend, see cold also Chen neck bleed, she has been in a kind of panic.