The Villain’s Little Cutie

Song Jiali had a look, and saw that it was Assi's underneath.

The smile on his face narrowed.

A classmate next to him said dissatisfied: "Classmate, your tone is too bad, right? You won't be a black fan."

Asi glanced at the excited students next to him, and then at the bodyguard behind Song Jiali.

Stand up straight.

"No, I'm a true fan."

"I just don't want to see the goddess fall in love so quickly, and I think Li Jing has never responded to the goddess. I am afraid that the goddess is unrequited love and will be hurt in the end!"

The righteous words she said were originally pretty good-looking.

Especially those eyes that looked at Song Jiali were full of mist, very cute.

It seems to be a true fan who is afraid of being hurt by the goddess.

When Zhang Wenhui heard this, she also said: "Yes, yes, goddess, President Li has never responded to you. There are so many men in the world, so don't be sad, the little princess!"

Song Jiali's mouth twitched a few times.

He covered his lips again, revealing the ring on his finger.

Assi snorted coldly.

Don't think she doesn't know, she saw it all through Weibo last night, it was provided by the sponsor.

Humph.

"Thank you for your concern, especially this little girl. Since I am your senior sister, I will secretly break the news for you."

Song Jiali curled her lips and smiled, with a gentle and proud look.

"The President Li in your mouth is my brother Jing."

"Wow! Childhood sweetheart! What a sweet title!"

Assi snorted again.

Li Jing is still my Uncle Li Jing.

Asi glanced at the people around him, and saw that his deskmate was also crazy and shouting sweet and sweet.

The little girl is quite a bit like everyone is drunk and I am alone.

Da Da Da walked out of the crowd.

Song Jiali looked at her back from a distance and squinted her eyes.

Assi frowned, "What are you doing with me?"

The woman stretched out her hand, trying to pull her to a place where there was no one.

Before she touched her, the little girl stepped away.

Those eyes stared at him, impatiently.

Song Jiali didn't need to pretend, her smiling face suddenly sank.

Close to Asi, she was already tall and wore high heels.

You need to lower your head and look down at Assi.

There was a contemptuous smile on the corner of the woman's mouth.

"It's called Asi, right? Don't think that Sister Li Yuan will adopt you and you will fly to the branch. Brother Li Jing won't like you. You don't want to be affectionate here anymore."

Assi pursed his lips and said nothing.

Song Jiali sneered, thinking that she was still a little girl.

"If you let me see you and Li Jing brother close, you have to be more careful."

"Well," Asi tilted his head, his mouth twitched, "How to be careful?"

She suddenly took a step forward, reached out her hand against Song Jiali's shoulder and hugged her to the corner of the wall.

Song Jiali pressed her back against the wall fiercely, and the rough wall made her bare back hurt.

But the little girl in front of her was very strong.

The hands against his shoulders couldn't push away.

"Should you be so careful?"

Her voice was gentle and gentle, her eyes were dark, and the black dots of light leaped in it, carrying her grievance and anger.

"You are the one who is passionate, and you are the one who should be careful."

She paused, and finally took a long breath.

The movements on the hands became harder and harder.

Song Jiali's face turned pale, and then she heard Assi solemnly say: "Uncle Li Jing... it's mine."