He seemed to be angry and his steps were extremely heavy.
Every step is like knocking on Ye Zhiqiu's heart!
What's wrong?
What's wrong with him?[
Pick up the broken piece of pottery, and the milky white pieces can also be seen with a slightly childish painting.
Above, there is vaguely "Mom and Dad are holding me in the middle".
"Who asked you to come up?"
Ling Mufeng lowered his head, his voice was heavy and cold.
"I myself, can't?"
After Ye Zhiqiu entered this room, he saw that there were children-like toys around him.
There are cute graffiti on the wall and small drawing boards in front of the window.
Robots, small tanks and model aircraft are simply paradise for little boys.
She suddenly understood that this house should be Ling Mufeng's childhood playground.
Then, she saw the small clay pot placed in a transparent cabinet.
She just took it out and put it in her hand to see it, but unexpectedly, at this moment, Ling Mufeng rushed in...
"You came in by yourself..."
Ling Mufeng stood up with the piece of pottery fragment, his eyes full of anger.
"Who told you to enter this room! Who asked you to touch my stuff!"
He held Ye Zhiqiu's shoulder viciously with both hands and shook it desperately.
Ye Zhiqiu's shoulder was so painful that he grabbed it, and his head was shaken so hard that she couldn't help but reach out to resist: "Let me go!"
"Slutty, man!"
Ling Mufeng pushed her back hard and slapped her!
"Young Master, please stop!" At this moment, Lian Junzhi rushed in.[
Ling Mufeng was stunned. Ye Zhiqiu had already fallen to the ground and looked at him sternly!
After retracting his slap, Ling Mufeng was still humming angry.
"Young Master, have you forgotten that you said that the young lady would not run around, so you never told her that this room cannot be entered! This is not the young lady's fault!"