Chapter 3: The Torture of the Soul

"Okay, don't disturb the two of you, Miss Ben, an unknown creature who is neither male nor female, is ready to leave, bye, goodbye...... No, it's never again. ”

Jing Yunse raised his hand and snapped his fingers at the void, the tail of his eyes was raised, and a pair of peach blossom eyes were full of charm and romance, as if there was an electric current passing through, completely ignoring the two people who were hugging each other, and strode directly towards the door.

Han Shifeng squinted, looked at the back of the woman who had left, and subconsciously let go of the big hand holding Gong Yuerou, and frowned slightly, obviously a little displeased.

He hadn't gotten the answer he wanted, so how could he leave with this spare tire so easily?

This woman who suddenly appeared in his life did have moments that made him feel excited, but she didn't have the urge to fall in love with her, so she and Gong Yuerou were actually on the same level.

If Gong Yue is soft and the woman in front of her is integrated, it will be really perfect, when she needs to be gentle, she can be special obedient to you, and when she is not gentle, she can be independent and not pester you.

Therefore, he couldn't give up this spare tire whose identity was somewhat mysterious, because he had already sent someone to check Jing Yunse's identity before this, but he was obstructed many times in secret, and he couldn't find any useful information at all.

Therefore, Han Shifeng unilaterally thought that the more things could not be found, the more difficult it was to guess and ponder behind them.

Who knows what unexpected surprises she will bring to herself in the near future?

Immediately, Han Shifeng raised his heel without thinking about it, it seemed that he was moving faster than his brain, and followed closely, wanting to grab the woman's wrist, but she easily dodged it.

There was a touch of resentment in Gong Yuerou's eyes, and the fierce light flashed away, the purpose of her coming today has not been achieved, how can she let go easily?

"The Wind ......"

She suddenly smiled sadly, pretending to be sad and overly weak, and controlled the angle and strength of the fall, which would not hurt herself, but also make people feel that she had fallen very badly, so as to win the pity of the man, and try to sell miserably to save the man she wanted to hold in the palm of her hand.

"Si Ye, we've seen a scumbag man in the imperial capital, but we've never seen such a scumbag, right?"

An Yuze sighed twice, clasped his hands to his chest, raised his eyebrows and looked at Gong Yuerou who pretended to fall to the ground, and then looked sideways at the two people pulling at the door, this is simply an annual bloody drama that cannot be missed.

Wonderful! It's wonderful!

At this time, An Yuze wanted to raise his hands and applaud desperately, but because of the presence of a certain iceberg little white face, he didn't dare to be too presumptuous, otherwise when he returned to the imperial capital, he might torture himself?

This play essence not only hid in the corner to watch the play without saying anything, but also commented a few words from time to time, and only sent someone to bring him a plate of melon seeds, lest he be a little unable to control his mouth.

Quan Siye glanced at An Yuze with a deep gaze, and there was a profound light in his ink-colored pupils.

is a good brother who grew up wearing a pair of pants with Quan Siye, how could he not know what he means next An Yuze shut up a little stupidly.

"Can you please stop using this kind of look to torture my soul, am I wrong?"

An Yuze was almost frightened to cry by the man's calm but frightening eyes for no reason, and apologized again and again to admit his mistake.

After begging for mercy several times, Quan Siye retracted his eyes that regarded everything as nothing, and continued to look out of the door expressionlessly, with a sense of transcendent birth.