The national costume of the king's glory is a girl

Chapter 232 Don't be angry, okay? [Thanks to the great love, there is nothing to repay, only to update]

With a bang, the small sharp sword pierced through Jiang Dashen's small heart.

Why didn't he think before that this golden retriever could piss people off so much?

Jiang Ye held on to the door frame, and gradually tightened his five fingers. He said solemnly, "I'm afraid you won't get used to it. After all, you don't know that boy, you're not familiar with him."

Wen Siyue continued to lower her head to deal with things, "No, Brother Jiang."

Jiang Ye: "..."

Wen Siyue's persistence couldn't be beat.

Jiang Ye's face was not very good all night.

The whole person is nestled on the sofa, with a look of "I'm not happy, you don't provoke me", rejecting people thousands of miles away.

Xiaopang cautiously took a peek at the person sitting in a particularly low pressure, and asked Qin Yan: "Qin Yan, what's wrong with Brother Jiang? How come you look like King Yama."

Qin Yan followed Xiaopang's line of sight, glanced at him, and said sarcastically, "Brother Jiang is not the king of Yan Luo, but this is Lin Daiyu who is waiting for Jia Baoyu to appease him, look at the sorrow that haunts him... ah !"

Suddenly, a pillow was thrown over.

It hit Qin Yan's face with precision.

Jiang Dashen took a cold look at the gossip-gossiping guys who were not afraid of death, and sneered: "Very idle?"

Qin Yan grabbed the pillow and shook his head, "Brother Jiang, I'm not idle."

"Speaking of which, who called me last night? Who instigated it? Huh?"

Jiang Dashen's cold eyebrows and eyes made the remaining few people in the frozen base straighten their hair.

Xiaopang was the first one who nearly fell down!

It's over! It's over!

He also tried to get away with it!

It seems that there is no escape!

Xiaopang was about to sneak away from behind Qin Yan and Su Feibai, but he didn't want to, just as he stooped and took a step, behind him, the god of death from hell called him faintly: "Little fat... ..."

Pores all over my body!Stand up instantly!
Xiaopang sprinted towards the kitchen, "Ahh! Save me! Save me in April! Brother Jiang wants to kill his relatives righteously! Save me!"

Wen Siyue, who was feeding Xiaobao: "..."

Shouts are heard.

Came out.

Came across a scene that she thought was very weird.

Jiang Ye held a feather duster in his hand, and stood in front of Xiaopang expressionlessly. Xiaopang lay on the ground, crying.

"Brother Jiang! Be merciful! If this feather duster goes down, my ass will bloom!"

Fatty is going to cry!
Even if he offended Brother Jiang in the past, Brother Jiang would never beat him up!

What the hell is going on tonight!
Brother Jiang is in a bad mood and wants to take it out on him!

So he, Chubby, is just a punching bag!
Woooooo, the conscience of heaven and earth!
Jiang Ye was just scaring him.

The feather duster was held leisurely in his hand, it seemed that in the next second, it would explode directly, and the duster would make Xiaopang bloom.

But don't want to.

beside.

Suddenly a person stood up.

Wen Siyue reached out and held his wrist.

It was different from the roughness of Qin Yan's palms.

The palm of her hand...is soft, tender and slippery, with a bit of coolness from the air-conditioning room, touching his skin, he couldn't help but tremble slightly.

And when that hand held his wrist, Jiang Ye was holding the hand of the feather duster, and suddenly paused.

then.

He heard the guy he had been angry with all night tonight, coaxing him gently: "Brother Jiang, don't be angry, okay?"

Brother Jiang, don't be angry, okay?
good or not?
The slightly rising tone, coupled with her particularly stunning face, seemed like a shackle invisibly, directly locking Jiang Ye's body and mind firmly.

(End of this chapter)