Chapter 8: who allowed you to scold my husband
Mu Changying inserted one hand into the hair on her forehead, and casually tidied up her messy hair.
She raised her chin slightly, raised her eyebrows, and there was a faint cold glow in those beautiful eyes.
"You can scold me, but who allows you to scold my husband?"
The eyes were too cold, and Jin Tuye's heart stagnated for a while.
His back stiffened, and he looked at the girl in front of him in disbelief, "Did you take the wrong medicine?"
At this time, he raised his eyes and swept across her neck inadvertently, leaving a little crimson traces on the snow-white skin.
White and bright red, extremely dazzling.
He suddenly felt the darkness in front of him, his body swayed, and a raging fire rose in his heart.
"Little Lang bitch, it turned out that she slept, no wonder she defended that old man."
"You're so sleazy. Now even your husband is shouting. Are you being put to bed?"
Jin Tuye's forehead bulged with blue veins, he frowned, and Jun Yan became distorted with anger.
His clamor was like Shen Lei rolling, and it spread far and wide, attracting countless people to point at Mu Changying.
"Heh... a beast with a mouth full of manure."
"Auntie, I am very kind, and I will teach you how to be a person today."
Mu Changying stared at the insulter in front of her, her dazzling water eyes smudged like ink, pitch black.
She strode forward, and the root of her right palm slammed against the bridge of Jin Duye's nose.
The force was fierce and fierce, and his nosebleed couldn't stop flowing.
Immediately afterwards, she opened her five fingers and grabbed her fingernails against her face. Where the sharp fingernails passed, they left a trail of scratches.
Finally, she propped up with one foot, raised her foot high, and kicked him quickly in the stomach.
"boom-"
This series of actions is smooth and smooth, without a trace of procrastination. Jin Tuye was kicked to the ground before he could react.
His face was blue and his lips were trembling, "Cough cough..."
Lying on the cold concrete floor, his clothes were covered with dust, and his gray appearance looked particularly embarrassed.
Jin Tuye swallowed the sweet taste in his throat, "My patience is limited, are you crazy enough!"
Seeing that he still has the energy to make a fuss, Mu Changying's bright eyes flowed, and she smiled sweetly, "Tsk..."
She squatted down and knelt on one leg on his chest, pressing hard against him to prevent him from getting up.
"Do you know there's a saying called beating a drowning dog?"
The girl looked down at him condescendingly, her voice soft and glutinous, making people's heart soften unconsciously.
"Yingying, calm down, don't mess around. Otherwise, you won't end well."
Jin Tuye's face was gray and black, and he glared at her with gritted teeth.
His bravado was vulnerable to a single blow in front of her, and it was broken with a poke.
Mu Changying pouted, her eyes were full of purity, her innocent little appearance was so cute, it made people want to take her into her arms and rub her.
"Yeah, what should I do now?"
"I don't want to calm down at all right now."
Her slender fingers clasped around his neck, and her hands began to tighten slowly.
Jin Tuye was short of breath, his face flushed, and the feeling of suffocation came, and the **** of death seemed to have raised his scythe to cut it down.
He was particularly uneasy, as if someone who had fallen into a swamp, the more afraid he was, the more violently he struggled and resisted.
"Yingying, let me go..." He looked at her expectantly.
"I know you like me, haven't you always wanted to escape from that devil and be my girlfriend?"
In the face of the fear of death, he deliberately softened his attitude in order to win the chance of survival.