Stupid!

Stupid on the go!

"What did you say again?"

Lin Qingyin smiled amorously: "Stupid." ”

Ahh

Zero Zero angrily slapped the display screen of the Heavenly Dao.

【……】

He's going to kill her! He's a great Zero!

On the second floor of the flower house, in the private sky garden of the old flower owner.

"More than a month ago, Miss Zhu Yan first met Miss Yingcao, and Miss Yingcao said something to stimulate Miss Zhu Yan."

"These words are about Miss Zhu Yan's biological parents, her identity, her status in the Hua family, and the little master."

"And Miss Yingcao informed Miss Zhu Yan's biological parents of the current situation of spoiling their son."

"Then Miss Zhu Yan attended the company's party and had an argument with an artist named Jiang Xinrui."

"This artist robbed Miss Zhu Yan of the role, and Miss Zhu Yan poured a glass of wine on the artist's clothes."

"Some bad news suddenly gathered together, and it is very likely that Miss Zhu Yan was drunk."

"Miss Zhu Yan has changed significantly, and there should be some changes in the middle."

The housekeeper respectfully stood on the side of the old master of the flower family and reported.

There was a light footstep behind him.

Only one person can enter the garden without being stopped.

"Ah Mi is here." The old master of the flower family smiled kindly, "Come and bask in the sun with me." ”

The flower tree sat obediently on another recliner.

Neither of the grandfather nor grandson mentioned the topic that the housekeeper had just mentioned.

But in the evening, the flower tree called the housekeeper to the third floor.

"You gave Zhu Yan's contact information to her biological parents."

Since the little young master of the Hua family started more than a month ago, every time he saw Zhu Yan, there was always something clamor in his mind.

To make Zhu Yan at a loss, to make her miserable, to make her ...... Beg him.

It seems hostile and not hostile, but what does it matter?

Zhu Yan coveted him, and he didn't mind teaching Zhu Yan a lesson.

The housekeeper should be, but when he turned around, he was a little surprised: "Miss Zhu Yan, good evening." ”

It seems that 90% of the expectations of the head of the family are about to be disappointed.

The young man who was about to return to the room moved his eyebrows slightly.

The housekeeper left, and the girl approached.

Hua Cishu didn't expect his grandfather to give Zhu Yan such a high authority.

"Why, I have to ask you, do you want to climb into my bed?"

The girl opposite was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Does the young master want to?" ”

The flower tree frowned.

The man was smiling, but there was sorrow in his eyes.

He was suddenly in no mood to continue talking to her.

"Young Master." The person next to him softly stopped him, "I forgot to give you a gift in the afternoon." ”

The Blossom Tree noticed that she was holding a jar of things in her hand.

A transparent glass jar filled with small crafts resembling a peace knot.

"It's ...... I made it up a few years ago. ”

However, what precious things have not been seen or used by the young man in fine clothes?

Handmade from a few years ago?

That's not in the category of precious goods.

They shouldn't even appear in front of teenagers.

"Zhu Yan, don't come near me again."

He originally wanted to say that he would tell the housekeeper not to give her contact information to the Yan family's parents, and as a deal, she would not come near him again.

Too many words.

The teenager chose to close the door directly.

And the girl must be grieving herself outside the door.

He didn't care what she was going through, but she shouldn't have beaten his mind.

If you use him as a stepping stone to climb up, he will make her regret appearing in the Hua family.

Lin Qingyin looked at the closed door.

"Stupid, he's cold, isn't he?"

"Nonsense!"

The Great Demon King is not cold-hearted, how can he be worthy of the title of Great Demon King?

"But he's not him."

The flower tree is just a teenager.。。

Lin Qingyin returned to the room with a can of peace.