The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

Mu Changying inserted one hand into the hair on her forehead and tidied her somewhat messy hair casually.

She raised her chin slightly, raised her eyebrows, and there was a faint coldness in those beautiful eyes.

"You can scold me, but who allows you to scold my husband?"

The eyes were so cold that Jin Xunye's heart stopped for half a beat.

His back was stiff, 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 inadvertently glanced at her neck, leaving some blush marks on the snow-white skin.

White and bright red, extremely dazzling.

He suddenly felt the sky dim and the earth dark in front of him, his body swayed a bit, and a raging fire rose in his heart.

"Xiaolang bitch, it turned out that she slept, no wonder she defended that old man."

"You are so mean. Now that you have even called your husband, have you been taken to sleep?"

Jin Xunye's forehead was bulging with blue veins, his brows were furrowed, his handsome face became distorted and ferocious due to anger.

His yelling was like rolling thunder, and it spread far away, attracting countless people to point and point at Mu Changying.

"Heh... a beast with a mouth full of dung."

"Grandma is so kind and will teach you how to behave today."

Mu Changying stared at the insulter in front of her, her bright watery eyes were smudged like ink, completely black.

She strode forward and slapped Jin Xunye's nose with the heel of her right palm.

The force was so ruthless and fierce that his nosebleeds couldn't stop flowing out.

Immediately afterwards, she spread her five fingers, and scratched with her nails.

Where the sharp nails passed, they left scratches.

In the end, she supported her with one foot, raised her foot with the other, and kicked him quickly in the stomach.

"boom--"

This series of movements flowed smoothly, without a trace of procrastination. Before Jin Xunye could react, he was kicked to the ground.

His face was livid, his lips were trembling, "cough cough cough..."

Lying on the cold concrete floor, his clothes were covered with dust, and his dusty appearance looked particularly embarrassing.

Jin Xunye swallowed the fishy sweetness in his throat, "My patience has a limit, have you gone crazy enough?"

Seeing that he still had the strength to make a fuss, Mu Changying's bright eyes flashed, and she smiled sweetly, "Tsk..."

She squatted down and knelt on his chest with one leg, pressing hard to prevent him from getting up.

"You know there's a saying called beating a dog in the water?"

The girl looked down at him condescendingly, and her voice was delicate and soft, which made people's hearts soften unconsciously.

"Yingying, calm down, don't mess around, or you won't end well."

Jin Xunye's face was gray and black, and he stared at her with gritted teeth.

His bluff was vulnerable in front of her, and could be broken with a single poke.

Mu Changying pouted her lips, her eyes were full of purity, that innocent little appearance was so cute that one wanted to hug her into her arms and rub her.

"Ah, what should I do now? I don't want to calm down at all now."

She clasped his slender fingers around his neck, and her hands began to tighten slowly.

Jin Xunye was short of breath, his face was flushed, and he felt a suffocation, as if the god of death had raised his sickle to cut it off.

He felt extremely uneasy, like a person trapped in a swamp, the more frightened he was, the more violently he struggled and resisted.

"Yingying, let me go..." He looked at her expectantly.

"I know you like me, don't you always want 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.