She was angry, her little face turned red, and her cheeks bulged up like a boiled frog.

Leng Qianxing had the urge to reach out and pinch her little face.

"Isn't it?" He held back and asked unhurriedly.

"It's a P!" An Qin wanted to spit on him, but her anger made her ignore his overwhelming sense of oppression, and her slender white fingers pointed at his nose and scolded. "Don't get cheap, sell well! I was uncomfortable and begged you to take me to the hospital, and you took the opportunity to enter, stinky rascal! ”

After scolding, with a small hand, the slap slapped down on his handsome face.

Syllable-

The little hand was stopped in the air and squeezed into his slightly cool palm.

Dare enough to want to hit him.

From childhood to adulthood, who saw him didn't bow his head respectfully, and those women even changed their ways to attract his attention, just begging him to look at each other squarely.

This little girl is good, he didn't say anything when he slept, he slipped away without saying hello, and when he met again, he not only didn't admit his debts, but scolded him for being a hooligan and beat him without saying anything?

"If this is a way to get my attention, congratulations, you made it!" His eyes turned cold again, and the distance between the two narrowed a little closer. "While you're still in the mood, have fun with me!"

He was so close, and the warm breath sprayed on her face, and his sour words were a poisonous fire, scorching her.

"Playing with your size!" An Qin was completely furious, his raised head slammed forward, and the two smooth and beautiful foreheads slammed together, making a dull sound.

Hurt! Hurt! Hurt!

The severe pain provoked the two to quickly separate, covering their red and swollen foreheads, and their eyes were full of stars.

"Shameless!" An Qin was still angry, and stomped him hard, before running out of the closet with his aching forehead in a daze.

"Stinky girl-"

The sudden change was completely out of Leng Qianxing's control.

He was very hurt, he had a headache, and his right foot was swelled and painful when he was stamped by that.

Angry, he reached out to catch her who had escaped, but she cleverly bent down to dodge her.

He endured the pain, took a long step, and chased out.

The man was very fast, and seeing that An Qin was about to be caught up, he was panicked, and accidentally bumped into the corner of the sofa in the living room, and fell into the sofa with a stumble-

She got up in a panic, and Leng Qianxing, who was chasing from behind, pounced, and she fell into the sofa again.

"Run? There are no doors! Leng Qianxing, who was physically attacked, was furious, and while suppressing the girl with his body, his right hand also choked her neck.

"Let go of me—" An Qinyu screamed like a critter on the verge of death, her little hands struggling and clawing.

The man's bathrobe was scratched open, and slender blood marks fell on his sturdy and white chest-

Tut-

The stinging pain, like a sharp knife cutting into Leng Qianxing's heart, made him unforgettable like the love of that night.

Fear, anger, and grievance rose in An Qin's eyes, quickly converging into crystal water, rolling out of her eyes with her shouts.

Bean-sized teardrops smashed into Leng Qianxing's heart, extinguishing his burning anger little by little.

He shuddered and let go of his grip on her palm.

"What are you doing?" At this moment, Leng Yue's stunned questioning sounded, like a thunderclap, quickly separating a pair of entangled men and women.

The man got up, glanced at Leng Yue, who had just entered the door and still had the key card in his hand, slowly pursed his thin lips, and entered the bedroom without saying a word.

Sigh-

Roland, who was standing by the kitchen door, breathed a sigh of relief: what was going on with this out-of-control scene? The young master was so angry that she didn't dare to approach at all, but fortunately Miss Leng came in time, otherwise the little girl named An Qin would have been killed or injured.