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With a soft cry from the seventh day of the first month, Jian Yiyang's eyes sank.

Similarly, under the soft call of the seventh year of the first month, Jian Lixing's eyes also twisted, and then turned to Jian Tingting.

Chu Qi's subconscious was to pinch his right hand behind him.

"Seven, give me your hand. Jian Yiyang looked at Chu Qi with heavy eyes, and said to her in an almost commanding tone.

"Yiyang, it's okay......"

"On the seventh day of the first month, I said give me your hand! Don't let me say it a third time!"

Before Chu Qi's words were finished, Jian Yiyang interrupted directly, biting word by word, and calling her by name and surname.

Since Chu Qi has been remembering, this is the first time he has called her by her first name, and his expression looks gloomy, and his eyes are a little fierce when he looks at her.

Seeing his expression, Chu Qi was slightly stunned at first, and looked at him with a little disbelief and a hint of fear.

Even Jian Yue was frightened by Jian Yiyang's expression and tone.

He has never been so fierce to Chu Qi, and he always speaks softly and hurts her at the tip of his heart.

Not only Jian Yue was frightened, but the other people were also frightened.

Before Chu Qi could react, Jian Yiyang directly reached out and pinned her behind her and took it with her right hand.

On the seventh day of the new year, I wore work clothes today, which were long-sleeved.

Jian Yiyang rolled up her sleeves very gently, and then when she saw the large piece of Yu Qing on Chu Qi's wrist, her eyes flashed not fiercely, but a touch of anger full of anger.

Whew!

Jian Yiyang's eyes shot at Jian Tingting like two sharp arrows.

"Which hand did it!"

The voice was cold, emotionless, like the cold wind of December, came out of his throat.

The eyes that looked at Jian Tingting instantly changed from anger just now to a soaring murderous aura.

Jian Tingting subconsciously hid her hands behind her, her whole body kept squeezing, shaking her head, and looking at Jian Yiyang with tears in her eyes and a panicked face.

Eldest brother...... I ......"

"Which hand did it!"

Jian Yiyang's cold voice sounded again, and there was an unapproachable rage all over his body.

At this moment, even Jian Mingchao was frightened by his anger exuding from the inside out.

It was as if he saw Mu Yunwan's grave back then, and he forcibly hugged Jian Yiyang. And he didn't hesitate to bite him down on the shoulder, eager to bite off a piece of meat on his body.

That feeling, those eyes, are still deeply imprinted in Jian Mingchao's mind.

"Dad, Dad. ”

Jian Tingting was really frightened by Jian Yiyang, and shouted Jian Mingchao in her mouth, begging for help.

"Yiyang, Tingting is your sister. ”

Hearing Jian Tingting's cry for help, Jian Mingchao came back to his senses and looked at Jian Yiyang helplessly.

Jian Yiyang ignored him, and continued to stare at Jian Tingting like a cheetah with a pair of angry eyes, word by word: "I, again, ask, one, over, where, only, hand,!"

Jian Tingting didn't know what was wrong, and when she heard Jian Yiyang's words, she didn't know if she was really scared or what's wrong.

Just like that, the ghost sent God to stretch out his right hand.

Jian Yiyang nodded, "Very good!"

After speaking, before everyone could react, he picked up a kettle on the side of the coffee table and threw it directly towards the right hand that Jian Tingting stretched out.

"Smack!"