Chapter 87: Throw it out and feed the dogs

"I know you've loved this strawberry-flavored cake since you were a kid."

Zhang Tinghan scooped up a small spoonful of cake and handed it to her mouth.

Shen Ruyue looked at him with a smile, grabbed the hair scattered on her shoulders, and slowly ate the cake, her sweet teeth crispy.

Zhang Tinghan suddenly stared at her and sneered.

"My ...... Is there anything on the face? ”

"Look at your mouth." Zhang Tinghan stretched out his hand and gently wiped the chocolate sauce from the corner of her mouth with his fingertips.

His small movements made Shen Ruyue's face red and her heartbeat and her eyelashes trembled slightly.

Tang Ximu under the dining car couldn't help but shake his head, he deserves to be a master of love, he is so good!

Inside, she sets the camera focus and prepares to take a few close-ups of them.

Who knew that at this time, the sound of "jingle bells" exploded.

Tang Ximu was so frightened that he went out of his body and pinched the speaker of his mobile phone.

It's over, it's over, she's dead!

There was a dead silence outside, the red cloth of the dining car was slowly lifted, and a pair of suddenly angry ice blue tiger eyes looked at her quietly, smiled at her, and shook the mobile phone in his hand.

That kind of cold smile goes deep into the bone marrow and makes people feel scared.

"Is it fun to take candid shots?" He asked with a smile, his tone hidden in the depths of the murderous bloodless meaning.

Tang Ximu squinted his eyes and smiled at him, he didn't smile, he wanted to run away, and his life was important.

She jumped out of the dining car at lightning speed, but he grabbed her by the collar of her clothes red-handedly.

Run in place.

He pulled the high-necked dress back and strangled her neck, and she almost didn't die.

"Want to run after shooting?" The cold, angry voice of death sounded behind him.

Zhang Tinghan snatched the camera in her arms, fell to the ground and smashed it.

Then he threw her away, put his hand in his trouser belt, and turned his back coldly: "Throw her out to feed the dog!" ”

"What are you going to do! Let go of me, let go of my ......"

Tang Ximu screamed loudly, was carried out by several black-clothed bigwigs, and threw him on the ground.

Then the man in black released a few black Tibetan mastiffs.

"Wow, help!!"

A group of vicious Tibetan mastiffs chase her Pigu and bites.

She ran wildly, they chased wildly, chased for a few streets and still reluctantly, and was forced to helpless, so she had to jump onto the tree, hugging the branches and shivering.

High under the tree, the fat Tibetan mastiff like a lion barked at her with its teeth and claws, stuck out its tongue, and some even tried to jump up to the tree, constantly pulling at the trunk with a meat pad.

"Woo woo woo ......" Tang Ximu cried, no one came to help her, and there was no golden finger.

Is she the worst one in the book......

She could only wait, hoping that the group of dogs and children would leave soon.

Who knows, they are tired, so they lie down under the tree to sleep, and never leave her.

This night was the most desperate time of her life, the air in the trees was good, the stars in the night sky were beautiful, and there were many mosquitoes.

It's a bit more expensive, but it's worth it.

The camera was smashed, but the photos she took were still there, and the second she took them was automatically uploaded to the cloud album, even if the camera itself was destroyed, it was useless.

No matter how smart Zhang Tinghan is, he can't expect this......

In a small rental house, Tang Ximu was lying on the keyboard in front of his laptop and writing carefully.

[Ding!] Tips: Little master, you have four hours left in the main quest of this month! The elf Erha assistant with wings flashed and sat on the computer keyboard and jumped.

"Oops, don't make a noise!" She waved her hand like a mosquito and bounced away.

She's so busy now, she doesn't have time to tinker with that thing, staring intently at the screen and tapping on the keyboard.

She is now writing a piece of hot news about Mr. Zhang of the A World Group, and promised a news agency to deliver it today.