Zhao Jian was hugged before she could get out of bed. She turned her head and heard the man's chin press against his shoulder and said quietly: "A Jian, what if I really beat him to death?"

When Zhao Jian heard his tone, he thought he had never experienced such a thing and was afraid, so he patted his hand and said proudly: "If you die, you will die. Anyway, he deserves to die. If you have me, don't be afraid."

Ji Ru laughed out loud. He had indeed had a smooth life and had never experienced such a thing, but why did she think he was afraid?

After pursing his lips, the man looked worried, "Is that right? Will you be implicated by me? Will you despise me in the future?"

"How is that possible?" He fought with Zhao Cheng because of her. She didn't have to think about the reason. It must be because Zhao Cheng pinched her. How could she abandon him if this result happened?

Just as he was about to comfort him with bold words, Zhao Jian saw a little smile in his eyes. It was not like panic or fear, it was clearly...

"Ji Rufeng, you are lying to others again!"

She hit him on the bed, pressed his shoulder and rode on him, "Is it that interesting to lie to me?"

She raised her hand and hit him on the arm. Ji Rufeng was not angry. She plunged her hands under her neck and looked at her with a smile. "I originally wanted to see my Ah Jian running around to protect me, but now I can't see it."

"You dare to say it!"

Zhao Jian twisted his arm again, and leaned down to grab his ear, "I haven't twisted your ear for a long time, right? Is he rebelled?"

"No, no!" Ji Rufeng changed his words quickly, rescued his ear from her hands, and held her waist with his other hand and turned over and pressed her back on the bed.

"Okay, let me give you some face in the future. How can a man's ear be so arrogant?"

Zhao Jian snorted heavily, "Let you always scare me!"

She was really anxious just now!

"Then I can't scare you anymore." He smiled and his breath fell, "It only hurts you."

Zhao Jian wanted to say something and was kissed firmly...

After getting out of bed with sore waist and legs, Zhao Jian couldn't help but get angry, but in the end he was coaxed by him.

She glared at the satisfied man on the bed with hatred, "Is Zhao Cheng dead?"

"I really don't know this."

"you……"

Zhao Jian didn't know what to say, so he immediately walked back and looked through his cell phone. After searching for a while, he found it from the corner of the bed. He called and asked, but then he found out that Zhao Cheng had been called and lame again.

Zhao Jian's mouth twitched, and he looked at the happy man on the bed, and couldn't help but climb onto the bed and kicked him down, "I'm hungry."

I haven't finished breakfast and lunch. What's the day called this?

Fortunately, Zhao Cheng was not dead, otherwise it would be a good thing for painters like Ji Rufeng to get involved in a life lawsuit.

When she put down her phone, Zhao Jian saw dozens of missed calls on it, but her phone was silent all the time, and no one heard it from her or Ji Rufeng.

She looked over one by one and found that they were all from the Zhao family. Zhao Jian couldn't help but snorted. It must be the one who called at this time that he was asking for advice again?

She threw her cell phone away and went into the bathroom. It seemed that she should change her number again.
Chapter completed!