Nan Yibo said that more things are better than less things, and went upstairs to pick up Yinling, Yinling changed his clothes, heard a knock on the door, pulled the suitcase, walked to the door and opened the door, and stuffed the suitcase into the other party's hand.

"People just put on nail polish, I can't mention it, please ask Nan Shao to help people get it."

Yinling smiled innocently, turned around and took the small bag on the sofa, and followed Nan Yibo downstairs.

Nan Yibo stiffened his face, and drove all the way into the Battisena Manor, feeling in his heart that Yinling was really crazy, how normal a girl she used to be.

Now it's actually ......

He thought of the tone that he had made at that moment, and instantly felt something in his throat that wanted to go up—

In short: Lao Tzu wants to vomit!

Yinling doesn't care, Nan Yibo, this dog thing dares to disgust her, she has to be disgusted back!!

Moving things into the house, Yinling unceremoniously instructed Nan Yibo to clean up the house, buy vegetables and cook, if she didn't do it, she would go back to the hotel immediately.

The angry Nan Yibo almost fought with her!

Yinling immediately pretended to be weak, hung her head, raised her hand to wipe the corners of her eyes, and said with tears in her eyes: "My life is so bitter!" Growing up in an orphanage, I don't have a father or a mother, and I finally lived a good life, but I didn't expect my boyfriend's girlfriend to betray him, and now I'm going to be beaten by my scumbag ex-boyfriend... Little cabbage, yellow in the ground, ......"

Nan Yibo: !!

Pursing his lips, he clenched his raised hand into a fist and put it behind his back, trying to suppress the urge to hit someone.

This woman is a madman and cannot be as knowledgeable as her.

She's a lunatic!

Well, madman!

Yinling paused, glanced at Nan Yibo, and found that he looked weird, and his clenched fists trembled slightly.

She hurriedly exclaimed: "Ah! Brother Nan, why are your hands shaking so much? ”

Nan Yibo ignored her and turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

Who knows, Yinling said in surprise in the back: "Brother Nan, are you kidney deficient?" Shake it like that, and do it when all the vegetables are cut into your hands? You're going to have to go to the hospital and take a good look. ”

Nan Yibo: Lao Tzu Tama can't bear it!

Turning around suddenly, Nan Yibo walked in front of Yinling with a cold face and menacingly.

"Taobao, you forced me."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and struck her hard in the face.

A hint of wind blows.

Yinling took out the pan and blocked his hand directly.

"Smack!"

"Ahh

The hand hit the bottom of the pot, and the pain instantly hit the entire palm.

Nan Yibo screamed in pain, then clenched his fists violently, and smashed his fist at Yinling's temple with the pain.

Yinling raised her eyebrows, held the handle of the pot with her backhand, slapped him on the arm with lightning speed, and her feet were faster, and she directly raised her foot and kicked the opponent's knee.

"Bang-"

"Boom!"

Nan Yibo's legs were uncontrollable and he knelt on the ground violently.

Pain rushed to the bones, humiliation and anger welled up in my heart.

"Slut!" He looked up, his eyes completely red, and he glared at her with hatred.

Yinling took the pan and put it on his shoulder at once.

"Ahem......"

Nan Yibo's face changed slightly, and his body trembled slightly.

Good, so heavy.

It seems that there is a thousand gold on the shoulders.

With a hard foot, he pushed up and tried to stand up.

And yet—

It didn't work at all.

"Don't waste your efforts, you have to carry my pot well."

After the words fell, Yinling sneered coldly, let go of the pot handle, and walked into the kitchen.

The hatred in Nan Yibo's eyes was like a surging tide, and his body secretly exerted force, trying in vain to get rid of it.

But the pot on his shoulder is getting heavier and heavier.

Nan Yibo was tired and sweaty, and his body slowly weakened.

I can't help but slide down.

The frying pan was like a spirit, holding him on one shoulder, and lowering his body.

[Tick - Congratulations to the host, get the male protagonist's anger value: 66%, luck value: 60%]