"Ask you again, do you want to say it? If you don't say it once, I'll beat you more. Yan Murong asked coldly.

"I don't know anything, what do I say?" Chang Xiaopeng's face was calm, as if Yan Murong's slap just now was not his face.

"Bang Bang Bang-"

"To say or not to say?"

"I don't know anything."

"Bang Bang Bang-"

"It's useless for you to kill me."

"Bang Bang Bang-"

Looking at the scene in front of him, coupled with the sound of a slap like popping beans, Xue Wen's face was full of surprise.

How could he do that? How can he treat others like this? It's so brutal, it's too cruel, it's too inhuman—just say he's ugly, and you can't slap people in the face. Even if you have to slap your face, why just pick one side and hit it, isn't it good to try both sides? Maybe find a more comfortable feel? Look, how pitiful, my face is swollen.

Chang Xiaopeng was also very aggrieved, and he was about to cry when he was wronged.

This bastard doesn't talk much, he only beats him once at a time-Speaking of which, Yan Murong didn't want to do this, but he pulled Chang Xiaopeng's collar with one hand, leaving only one hand for him to operate, so he could only choose this convenient way.

"I'm sorry, I didn't go to school much, I didn't learn math well, I played a few more times, don't be angry." Yan Murong looked at Chang Xiaopeng with a sincere face and said. "Otherwise, I just asked you three times and hit you nine times - why don't I talk to you six more times, you can choose not to say it, and I won't hit you anymore, how about it?"

“――”

What do you think? Bullshit, what do you say?

Chang Xiaopeng scolded in his heart, does this bastard have a cramp in his head? Is there an advance payment for this kind of thing? What's more, this bastard also put on a sincere face to apologize to himself, which- this is more fucking distressing than slapping his face.

"I'll take your consent when you speak." Yan Murong said happily. "Okay, I'll ask you now, do you want to say it?"

"To say or not to say - to say or not to say - to say or not to say?"

Yan Murong asked six times in one breath, but he couldn't hear Chang Xiaopeng's answer as he wished.

"Now it's a fresh start." Yan Murong waved his somewhat painful palm and continued to ask. "To say, or not to say?"

It's a pity that Chang Xiaopeng didn't give Yan Murong another chance to do it this time, his eyelids rolled, and he simply fainted neatly.

"That's dizzy?" Yan Murong sighed helplessly, threw Chang Xiaopeng aside, turned to look at Xue Wen, showed a gentle smile, and said. "Xiaoxue, do me a favor, go to the bathroom and get a cup of cold water."

Light snow?

Hearing Yan Murong call herself, Xue Wen couldn't help but shudder.

Yan Murong put on a smile that he thought was gentle and handsome, but in Xue Wen's eyes, this smile was as evil as the big bad wolf disguised as an old grandmother saying to Little Red Riding Hood, "Come, come up and sleep with grandma".

The handsome, fairy-like man in the documentary, dressed in a robe, is gone, and now, he is a demon who has just crawled out of hell.

Women, there are times when emotion will prevail over reason.

No matter who the other party is, even if it is a murderer who does all kinds of evil and has blood on his hands, when they tell the bitterness of having to do this with a handful of snot and tears, these sensual women will scold them for being bastards, immoral and bottom-line, while holding tissues and crying and wiping tears for their rough experience.

The weak will always be sympathetic, this is an unbreakable truth for so many years - although Chang Xiaopeng said before that he would "send" her to Yan Murong, but now seeing Chang Xiaopeng being abused so badly, the little unhappiness in his heart has disappeared.

She wanted to persuade Yan Murong a few words, but thinking of Yan Murong's ruthlessness when she killed people and her neatness when she beat people, she dispelled this idea.

Besides, what are the identities of these two men in front of you? That's the second generation of red seedlings, and he is a host, although he is a little famous, a little beautiful, and he is also called a goddess by many people. But what is the use of fame and appearance in front of such a person? If you get involved, the whole thing is going to go bad.

Therefore, Xue Wen didn't dare to refute Yan Murong's words, so she had to obediently pick up a glass from the coffee table and walk towards the bathroom.

"If you find it boring, you can watch TV." Yan Murong pointed to the wall-mounted LCD TV hanging on the wall and said. "Don't worry, it won't affect me."

“――”

Xue Wen was speechless, thinking, of course it won't affect you, you just play with your life and smoke people's big mouths, and you don't want any technical content, how can it affect you?

Seeing that Xue Wen didn't speak, Yan Murong didn't care about her anymore, picked up the water cup, and poured the full cup of cold water on Chang Xiaopeng's head.

Feeling the coolness on his face, Chang Xiaopeng shook his head and slowly opened his eyes. When he saw Yan Murong standing in front of him with a smile on his face, Chang Xiaopeng felt hatred in his heart.

What are you doing when you wake up? Why are you waking up at this time? How good it would be to continue pretending to be dizzy.

"You fainted just now, and I woke you up." Yan Murong shook the empty cup in his hand and kindly reminded.

"Do you want me to thank you?" Chang Xiaopeng said vaguely. Because the general face is swollen and unsightly, it is not even awkward to speak.

"Not really." Yan Murong laughed. "Now that you're awake, can we continue the second half?"

"Fight, kill me." Chang Xiaopeng said with a sneer.

"I'm obsessed." Yan Murong sighed and shook his head, looked at Xue Wen who was sitting on the side, and said to Chang Xiaopeng with a smile. "You say, if I'm going to strip you two naked and throw them on the bed, and then shoot something out, will you say?"

"Don't—"

Hearing Yan Murong's words, Xue Wen was immediately shocked, thinking that Yan Murong was just looking for a witness as he said, but as a result, this guy wanted to make himself the heroine of a certain sect that had not been named this time.

The entertainment industry is dirty, and their circle is not clean, and she has seen a lot of this kind of thing, but she can still maintain her finished body, in her opinion, this is something that makes her proud.

"She said no, you either?" Yan Murong asked Chang Xiaopeng.

"Hehe, I'm casual." Chang Xiaopeng smiled. "The peony flower is dead, and the ghost is also romantic--but, I don't know if I will die or not, you still have to think about how to deal with the people from outside."

Hearing Chang Xiaopeng's words, Yan Murong knew that he had been calculated, and before he could ask Chang Xiaopeng anything, there was a violent sound of slamming the door outside.