Leng Xiaoye laughed, laughing so hard that not only did he bend down, but even his hand holding the table was trembling.

It's as if, she hears the most ridiculous joke in the world.

It took a long time for her to straighten up and take a breath, "Don't get me wrong, I just want to experience the difference between artificial film and natural film." ”

Huangfu Yaoyang's eyebrows jumped uncontrollably, "Is there a difference?" ”

"How so?" Leng Xiaoye raised his chin slightly and made a thinking gesture, "Actually, it doesn't make much difference, because it's all ...... Hurt! ”

Huangfu Yaoyang put down the cutlery in his hand, took the handkerchief on the table and wiped the almost negligible oil stains at the corners of his lips, as if waiting for her next.

Leng Xiaoye retracted his gaze and looked at his face, the smile in his eyes suddenly turned cold.

Then, she grabbed the palm of her hand on the table and shook it violently.

With a slight step on the slipper, the man was already bouncing up like a cat.

Covered with a snow-white hooked tablecloth, there are plates, saucers, and cups on it......

Throwing it towards Huangfu Yaoyang, the miso soup on the plate spilled, the wine in the cup also spilled, and liquids of different colors flew in the air.

She jumped on the table, stepped over the long dining table in two steps, and with a wave of her right hand, the tablecloth in her hand flew up and covered the emperor Yaoyang.

Huangfu Yaoyang was obviously prepared, and as soon as the tablecloth flew up, he had already stood up from the table and flashed to the side.

Plates, saucers, cups......

Sauces, liquors......

Everything brushed against his side, and his shirt was still as white as snow, not stained with a speck of dust.

Leng Ono, gently raising the corners of his lips.

With a bare foot on the table, the whole person flew straight over and pounced on Huangfu Yaoyang.

All the previous was just to confuse him, and she deliberately threw the tablecloth to the left, just to make him hide to the right.

This idiot really hit the plan!

When Huangfu Yaoyang reacted, it was already too late.

There was a faint scent of fragrance, and then, his man lost his balance and fell to the ground.

Leng Xiaoye's right wrist was horizontal, and the dinner knife in his hand was across his throat.

Straightening up from Huangfu Yaoyang, she raised her left hand and moved her fingers.

Then, he raised it suddenly, and slapped Huangfu Yaoyang's handsome face fiercely.

Bastard thing, I tore her up last night without even a prelude.

Now, she wants Huangfu Yaoyang to taste it, and it hurts.

"Does it hurt?"

She shook her sore left hand and asked with a smile.

With a slap, blood spilled from the corners of Huangfu Yaoyang's lips.

The lip that was bitten by her yesterday has scabbed, and now it is torn again, which naturally hurts.

Looking at Leng Xiaoye, who was sitting on him with a bright smile on his face, Huangfu Yaoyang's face was already iron-blue.

The blue eye that was exposed was as cold as frost.

"You're looking for death!"

"Actually, you stole my lines!"

Leng Ono's smile was also put away, and the right hand holding the dinner knife pressed more and more tightly against his skin.

Noticing the red mark on Huangfu Yaoyang's neck, a different color flashed in her eyes.

What was that reddish mark on his neck?

Did she kiss him yesterday?!

I can't remember!

him.

Boom!

The door was pushed open, and more than a dozen bodyguards rushed in at the same time, and a dozen guns were unceremoniously aimed at Leng Xiaoye.

"Don't shoot!"

The person who spoke was not Leng Xiaoye, but Huangfu Yaoyang.