His Naughty Little Girl is So Sweet

"Are there only two? Can't you create one yourself? Sun Yan asked subconsciously, "Which two are they?" "

Li Shunan raised his eyelids, the curvature of the corners of his lips was a little shallow, inexplicably dangerous, and the tone was lazy: "Hold your things and roll."

"..."

"Still holding your things to die."

Sun Yan: "..."

Sun Yan finally chose to hold his things and roll.

Before leaving, he was also responsible for tidying up the house and restoring it to the way it came.

Too humble.

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In the clear bar.

Jiang Lingzhi leaned on the edge of the bar, holding her small face with one hand, listening to Fu Baixue singing.

I have to say that she has a good voice, an ethereal and very penetrating voice.

After a song ended, there was a neat applause and applause in the hall.

Fu Baixue didn't come over right away, she made a gesture to Jiang Ling and soon began to sing the next song.

This song hasn't been sung yet.

A drunk man, carrying a wine bottle, walked straight up the round platform and walked beside Fu Baixue.

His footsteps were still vacant, and his face was a little red, obviously his head was up.

Fu Baixue sat on the high stool of the round table with a microphone in front of him.

After the man approached, he bent down and took a look at her. After seeing her appearance, he put his other hand on her shoulder: "Beauty, you are so beautiful, let's have a drink together."

Fu Baixue glanced at him, usually not bother to deal with such people.

Throw his hand away directly.

Not affected, continue to sing.

The man was drunk and couldn't stand firmly. He was pushed awkwardly, and because of being ignored in this way, the smile on his face was a little uncontrollable.

He raised his finger to Fu Baixue, cursing, "Aren't you just a singer? What kind of aloof!"

"I am looking for you to drink, because I can value you!"

When the man staggered over, he accidentally pulled the microphone cable, and suddenly there was a harsh noise in the hall.

The microphone went silent, Fu Baixue gave the man a cold look, and left two words: "Unlucky."

She stood up, not going to sing anymore, and walked off the round stage.

But the man was reluctant to forgive and stretched out his hand to hold her: "What do you mean, you, aren't you just a waiter? What arrogant?!"

Fu Baixue's anger also came up, and pushed him: "What's the matter, the alcoholic is great, what are you proud of?!"

"..."

The quarrel was getting fiercer.

Jiang Ling knew that after watching for a long time, after thinking about it, he couldn't help taking out his mobile phone and calling Su Xici.

The phone rang three times and was answered.

Jiang Lingzhi looked at the two people who were scolding over there, calmly and directly said: "Your wife is being bullied."

She said this too suddenly.

Su Xici was stunned for a moment, and she didn't seem to react much: "Which wife of mine?"

Jiang Ling knew: "..."

Jiang Lingzhi was slightly confused: "Excuse me, I don't know, you still have several wives."

Su Xici yawned and said, "Oh, my wife is all the figures in my house."

Knowing that Jiang Ling was speechless, he emphatically emphasized: "Your wife, the beautiful Snow White, is being harassed by others, you can figure it out."

The other side was silent for a second: "Where?"

"Bar. I miss you so much."

After speaking, Jiang Lingzhi hung up without waiting for him to respond.

Inform him, all benevolence and righteousness are exhausted.