Chapter 31: Young Marshal, Are You Satisfied?

Yan Xiaoji raised his eyebrows and glanced at her, that look was cold, Shu Yin shrunk her neck, the whole well-behaved little white rabbit.

This little fox, has you used your brain crookedly again?

Didn't he make her angry? What do you want to do?

I hummed impatiently, wanting to see what she was doing.

So, I saw the little fox whining, waving a kitchen knife, and rushing into the kitchen with great joy.

Then there was a sound of ping-pong banging around, and then he rushed out excitedly, and took a grinding tool that looked like a moon cake in his left and right hands, which was just a circle larger than the prototype.

Everyone looked at the two abrasives in her hand in horror.

She showed a dog-legged smile, as well-behaved as a pleasing pug, and with a flattering smile, she brought the two things in front of Yan Xiaoji and stretched them out.

"Young Marshal, are you satisfied with this?"

Yan Xiaoji: ......

The two sideburns jumped and looked at the woman who was jumping happily coolly.

Is he satisfied? Didn't she want to find a more powerful tool for beating people? Fat woman! dared to use his power to bully people.

Well, these two things hit people in the face, it should hurt.

The little fox is a ruthless man, well, he kind of likes it.

Seeing that she finished using his excited little face, Yan Xiaowei was inexplicably a little irritable, and wanted to grab her, press her down, and then slap her little ass twice, daring to use him in front of him, pulling his tiger skin as a banner.

Shu Yin didn't really wait for him to agree, she just showed her respect for him and blamed him by the way.

Let the Shu family take a look, she beats people, it has nothing to do with her at all, she is just executing the military orders of the big boss.

Hehe, military orders must not be violated.

Everybody gets the idea.

This pair of abrasives is not too heavy, it is quite handy, the important thing is that there are thorn patterns on the abrasives, and she is quite satisfied with the pain of beating people.

Originally, she planned to use the steel brushes for brushing the pot, but all of them were steel thorns, greasy, and full of strange smells, and half of her face was full of blood holes when she slapped her.

It's definitely painful and disgusting.

But think about it, forget it, in front of Yan Xiaoji, it's better to be low-key, low-key.

Yan Xiaowei withdrew the hand that was holding Shu Huaisui and pointed at Liu Luolan's gun.

turned around, sat proudly on the sofa, lazily cocked Erlang's legs, black high boots swayed, and his hand touched the black pistol, looking at Shu Yin as if he had a lot of time.

It was as laid-back as in her own home.

The 'she' I met three years ago was also powerful and fierce, but her smile was very sweet and sweet.

Not as much as she has, so cunning.

Shu Yin walked up to Shu Huaisui proudly, grinned sweetly, "Second brother, you know, even if the Shu family is powerful, we can't offend Young Marshal Yan, right?" So, this slap is no wonder to my sister, my sister is just carrying out military orders. ”

Everyone in the Shu family: ......!

"Slut, you dare!" Liu Luolan screamed angrily, and was about to rush up to pull Shu Yin, but the guard stretched out a foot to block it, and the person tripped and fell to the ground very ugly.

Shu Yan, who was originally looking at Yan Xiaojie with a nymphomaniac, heard her mother's screams, and then came back to her senses, so frightened that she hurriedly helped her up, and her anger flashed through her beautiful eyes in an instant.

But in front of Yan Xiaoji, he endured it, secretly grabbed his mother, and said in a low voice, "The young marshal is here, my brother just beat the third sister, and the third sister should be sent back." ”

Yan Xiao glanced over in surprise.

Is this a sister?

Shu Yan put on a noble and virtuous appearance, and smiled slightly at Yan Xiaoji, showing how knowledgeable she was.

Yan Xiaowei lazily looked away and looked at Shu Yin.

Shu Yan's smile froze on her face.