Chapter 12: Sending a future son-in-law

"Let go, let go! It hurts to death! The muscles and bones that had rarely been exercised were lifted like this, and the base of her thighs was tight and sore, and she grinned and waved her hands.

Fang Yishui hooked his lips wickedly and let go of her ankles, "You just wanted to give me a big gift when we met, I would be embarrassed to be so polite." ”

"And hands!"

"If you have bad intentions against me, I won't let go of this hand." Ignoring Zuo Anning's struggle, he tilted his head proudly, and glanced at the mobile phone erected on the table in the room with a mobile phone stand, and he heard the blurred call content in the video call with the tip of his ears.

"Neurotic!" Zuo Anning used his other hand that was not caught to break his fingers, and with all his strength, the other party still did not move, and glared at him through gritted teeth, "What are you doing here?" Who let you in? You're idle and have nothing to do, aren't you? ”

"If I say I'm coming to you, are you going to kick me again?" Jian eyebrows raised slightly, he raised his feet and tried to walk into the house, due to Zuo Anning's full obstruction, his walking posture became a little strange, he simply let go of his hand, strode to the table, picked up his mobile phone, and greeted the two people watching the play in the video generously, "Let the two of you laugh." ”

"You're the ex-boyfriend who dumped An Ning?" Gu Jiawei recognized him and wrinkled her nose with disdain.

"Well, it was." Fang Yishui held his chin and pretended to ponder for a few seconds before answering, "I am now the future incumbent." ”

"But...... You just said I dumped her? He asked suspiciously, then turned his head to look at Zuo Anning inquiringly, "When did I dump you?" ”

Zuo Anning heard his question and chuckled in his heart.

She was already extremely angry when she saw him suddenly appear in front of her, but now he not only broke into her room without any scruples, but also used her mobile phone to tease her sister like a magpie's nest, and even pretended to be innocent and dazed to ask herself this question, she was even more angry and her head was swollen and her chest rose and fell.

"Give me back the phone!"

She rushed forward quickly to retrieve the phone, and before she reached out her hand, he was sensitively dodged, "Fang Yishui, you still have no end!" ”

Fang Yishui heard the trembling and grief hidden in her voice, and couldn't help but be stunned, then turned his head and said indifferently to the video camera: "I'm sorry, I have something to do with An Ning, hang up for her first, let An Ning come out another day, and I'll treat you to make amends." ”

As he spoke, he bowed his head politely, hung up without authorization, and threw the phone onto the bed diagonally behind him.

"You ......" Seeing this, Zuo Anning raised his hand and pointed to the door, "Go out, I don't welcome you here." ”

"Tranquility."

The calm and suppressed voice stunned her, at this time, Fang Yishui had already restrained the mischievous ridicule on her face, a pair of black jade stared at the deep meaning that she couldn't see, she was like an electric shock, and hurriedly put aside her gaze, "If you have a fart, let it go, I don't have time to accompany you here." ”

"How can people who are on a long vacation not be available?" Fang Yishui picked his eyes wickedly, leaned back, and leaned against the edge of the table.

Standing with his slender legs crossed, just simple white clothes and black pants, but he can always invisibly exude a kind of evil charm with tenderness, Zuo Anning secretly squinted for a while, and immediately avoided when he touched his teasing gaze, and resumed his cold voice: "What are you doing here?" ”

"Didn't you say that? Send something to Auntie. ”

"What's that?"

"Send your future son-in-law, do you believe it or not?"