Chapter 33: Young Master Yan, Isn’t This Your Masterpiece? 1
Yan Yufeng was confused by her words. Didn't he just go to pick her up from get out of class? Why did he come so anxiously to lose his temper with him?
Women are just hard to understand. Even though they care very much, they still pretend to be so disdainful and aloof, making it difficult for people to figure it out.
He smiled, a satisfied smile appeared on his face, took a step forward, put his arms around her waist, lowered his head and looked at her affectionately: "I didn't pick you up from get out of class because I had something to do today."
After saying that, he kissed her face, which happened to be the red and swollen face there. Xia Xiaoxi immediately moved away from the pain.
He did it on purpose, to stimulate himself on purpose. He knew he was slapped on the face, but he pretended to kiss him to remind himself.
He has a nonchalant look on his face, pretending as if nothing happened. I really admire him. Why doesn't he act?
"Who cares about you? I wish I would never see you again, this bastard Yan Yufeng..." Xia Xiaoxi raised her fist and beat him hard. If she didn't beat him to vent her anger, she would never be able to get over it.
hate.
She really hated this man, she hated him to the extreme.
Yan Yufeng ignored her beating, because his eyes had already noticed the red and swollen face. He didn't care about the pain on the skin, but touched her delicate and deeply red face with distress: "You
What’s wrong with your face?”
He stared at her sternly, his cold tone mixed with a little concern.
Xia Xiaoxi waved away his hand disdainfully, her angry eyes forced a hint of coldness. She turned her face and became even more angry: "Young Master Yan, isn't this your masterpiece?"
She clenched her fists tightly. She had never seen anyone as shameless as him. It was clearly his own masterpiece, but he still dared to ask shamelessly, what's wrong with his face?
This is obviously irony.
"What did you say? My masterpiece?" Yan Yufeng looked at her suspiciously. He didn't understand at all what she was talking about. As soon as she came back, she got angry at him and made him angry. She was simply desperate for her life, especially
It was her words of 'Young master' that made him even more unbearable.
"Oh, just keep pretending and being hypocritical!" Xia Xiaoxi sneered with a bitter face. What kind of man is he? Do you dare to act like this?
As soon as he finished speaking, his face darkened, and his face was filled with anger. He picked up Xia Xiaoxi with one hand, threw her roughly onto the sofa, pressed her down, and said sternly: "What did you say?
?Hypocrisy? Do you want to be presumptuous if I don’t give you color? To be presumptuous in front of me is to seek death. Believe it or not, I will take off your clothes right now and tie you here for them to admire? "