Author: Purple Peony MACHINE TRANSLATION
Could it be that he knew a person’s face but did not know his heart She thought to herself!
“What exactly happened has nothing to do with us, ” Qiao Hanye said.
He lanjin laughed coldly. Nothing to do with him That kick was sent flying by him, wasn’t it?
“Yes, ” she answered.
Nan Feng watched as the door closed and walked in.
“What’s the matter? ” Qiao Hanye asked coldly. Looking at this tactless fellow, he was slightly displeased.
How would Nan Feng know if he was happy or not?
“I’m not happy, ” Nan Feng said decisively.
Qiao Hanye listened. He pursed his thin lips and asked coldly, “why? ”
“I only kicked her once, ” said Nan Feng.
Why did he say that he was going to fight, but only kicked her once? Thinking about it made him unhappy. He even deliberately changed into such easy-to-fight clothes. If he had known earlier, he would have changed into that pair of Aunty pants.
After all, that kind of woman only deserved to be kicked by Aunty pants.
“Then what else do you want? ” Asked Qiao Hanye.
He lanjin sat there very quietly, as if she did not understand what they were talking about. She did not intend to interrupt.
“Let me give you another kick. ” Nan Feng immediately took an inch and took a mile.
Just as he finished speaking, Qiao Hanye stood up and walked towards him. He carried Nan Feng and walked out. Just as he was about to throw him out, he lanjin unexpectedly followed. He wanted her to stay away from him.
Unexpectedly, there was a “Bang” behind him, and the door forcefully pushed him out.
“Young Master, you also came out? ” Nan Feng asked in surprise.
He walked past Qiao Hanye and reached out to push the door. He kindly said, “Young Madam locked it from the inside. ”
“Get lost. ” Qiao Hanye coldly roared.
Nan Feng stared at him in surprise and said helplessly, “young master, why are you still angry? ”
“…”Qiao Hanye turned around and left, not wanting to say anything to him.
Seeing that he was going to leave him behind, Nan Feng immediately followed him and said, “young master, could it be that young Madam feels that you have kicked too little? Why don’t we go to the police station and give you another kick? ”
“Young Master, Young Master, ” Nan Feng said as he slammed the door of the study.
He stood there and was almost caught by the door.
Nan Feng stood outside the door and thought for a long time. He did not know what exactly he was angry about. A thought flashed through his mind and he thought of a particularly serious matter. He immediately turned around and left.
“Why are you panicking? ” Han Beicheng asked.
Nan Feng stood in front of him with a particularly serious expression and said seriously, “something bad happened. ”
“What bad thing? ” Han Beicheng was about to take off his coat.
However, he saw Nan Feng raise his voice and say particularly loudly, “young master must have taken a lot of Aphrodisiac. I was the one who gave it to him. He actually ate it secretly. ”
“Oh. ” Han Beicheng immediately went forward and covered his mouth. He said, “don’t talk nonsense. ”
“young master is angry. ” Nan Feng forcefully pushed away his hand and pointed in the direction of the study. He said with an anxious expression, “I’m afraid that his body is burning with desire. You have to save him. ”
“cough, cough. ” Han Beicheng was convinced.
He felt that he had to stay away from Nan Feng. Otherwise, he would die a miserable death.
“Does the master’s anger have anything to do with you? ” Han Beicheng was ready to stab him in the heart.
But he underestimated Nan Feng too much. He puffed out his chest and said, “young master scolded me. ”
“…”Han Beicheng thought about getting a room tonight and not letting this Guy Pester him anymore. Otherwise The consequences were unimaginable.
Nan Feng sat at the side, stroking his chin as he fell into deep thought.
“I’ve heard that women are pregnant and men tend to cheat. Could it be that the woman at the banquet just now was young Master’s lover? ” Nan Feng said. The more he thought about it, the more this was the case.
He raised his head and met Han Beicheng’s cold eyes.
“young master is most likely angry about this? I even kicked him, ” Nan Feng said.