Chapter 44: Small, Livestock (4)

I looked at Jiang Ziyu blankly.

I think Jiang Ziyu's smoking posture is very charming.

Jiang Ziyu smoked a cigarette and glanced at me, with a hangy expression on his face, and he asked, "What are you looking at?" ”

I felt that my face was spicy, and I quickly looked away:

"I didn't ...... Didn't look at anything. ”

Jiang Ziyu grinned, and after taking a few puffs of cigarette, he dusted off the cigarette in his hand with a very chic movement, and the ashes of the cigarette suddenly shook off one after another. Then, Jiang Ziyu squinted his eyes, and as if he was mischievous, he raised the cigarette in his hand at me, his eyes were provocative, and there was an ambiguous smile on the corner of his mouth:

"Do you dare to suck?"

What's not to dare?

I bravely pursed my mouth, raised my eyebrows, took the cigarette in Jiang Ziyu's hand, and took a sharp puff. I didn't expect that the smoke would be so spicy that it choked my face red, and I immediately coughed earth-shatteringly, tears and saliva and snot flowed down in unison, and I almost lost my breath.

Jiang Ziyu saw my wolf bèi and laughed out loud with bad intentions.

Jiang Ziyu's unbridled laughter, one after another, floated in the wind, and also floated into my ears. Suddenly, a fatal temptation spread in my heart, little by little.

Jiang Ziyu said: "Mi Xiaoke-"

I asked, "Why?"

Jiang Ziyu said: "Mi Xiaoke, do you know? ”

I bowed my head in shame: "Really?"

Jiang Ziyu said: "Really!"

Before Jiang Ziyu's voice fell, suddenly from not far away, a familiar figure rushed over, and slapped Jiang Ziyu in the face with lightning speed.

"Horn!"

The sound is crisp and loud. Five red finger prints suddenly bloomed brightly on Jiang Ziyu's handsome and charming face-that person was my father Mi Lingfu.

He didn't know when the search came.

Dad's face was pale, his facial features were distorted by anger, he pointed at Jiang Ziyu, and roared: "You little livestock, if you don't learn well, you will take my daughter badly!"

I knew that his father had misunderstood, so he hurriedly called:

"Dad—"

Dad didn't give me a chance to explain, pointed at Jiang Ziyu, and scolded again:

"Little livestock!"

The three words "little livestock" stung Jiang Ziyu. His blood-red eyes glared at his father fiercely, his fists clenched, but he tried to restrain himself and didn't swing his fist at his dad - after all, my dad was his stepfather. My father didn't like Jiang Ziyu, and scolded him for being a "little livestock" because Jiang Ziyu deserved it, didn't study well, became a street gangster, and made trouble all day long.

Dad is a little short-tempered, but he is still a good man.

No gambling, no prostitution, no smoking, no drinking, he was a laid-off worker, trained and then worked, and became a taxi driver. married Jiang Ziyu's mother Jiang Xiaolu, he was very good to her, shh

Jiang Ziyu covered half of the beaten ** spicy face, glared at his father for a while, and then without saying a word, he turned around and strode away.

Soon, Jiang Ziyu's tall, thin figure disappeared into the vast night.

"Jiang Ziyu-"

I shouted, to catch up.

(To be continued)