The Great Villain is Not to Be Trifled With

Colleagues around were forced to eat melons, and felt even more pitiful for Ling Qingxuan.

Unexpectedly, not only the position she applied for was robbed, but even her ex-boyfriend was robbed.

All of a sudden, the eyes they looked at Fei Lan became strange.

Although Fei Lan is usually cunning, he is still a very rational person, why is he like a drunken madman now.

"Fei Lan, stay awake, don't keep targeting Tong Ling."

"It's the first time I've ever seen a man who robbed someone else come out to show it off. It's awesome."

"I didn't expect that she is not only domineering at work, but also so strong in life. Who can stand her temper."

"..."

"Tong Ling, don't worry, we won't let you be wronged for nothing!"

Ling Qingxuan was standing at the door with a bag on his back.

She just wanted to go home, how these two started to turn to her about Fei Lan.

Magic.

"Fei Lan is drunk, let her wait for her boyfriend to pick him up. I'll take Tong Ling back first."

Zhang Ming stood up at this time, and the gentleman proposed the idea of ​​sending her.

No, Aya Qingxuan didn't want to be sent at all.

She wanted to find a place where no one was taking Edgeworth.

It was too noisy, Ling Qingxuan went out, followed by Zhang Ming.

I don't know if He Hao happened to be nearby, or his home was relatively close, Zhang Ming and Ling Qingxuan walked out of the door, and He Hao came.

"Tong Ling, what did you do to Lanlan?" He came to ask for guilt, but he didn't dare to approach Ling Qingxuan at all.

I still remember the last beating.

Bear boy, this seat did nothing to your Lanlan.

If I bother me again, I will slap the two of you.

Zhang Ming deliberately looked at the expressions of the two and identified He Hao's voice.

"Are you He Hao?"

"It's me, how... ah!"

Zhang Ming's very manly punch hit He Hao in the eye.

"You're sick!" He Hao's expensive suit rubbed a lot of dust on the ground.

Perhaps because of drinking too much, Zhang Ming's image has grown taller.

"Tong Ling is so good, you don't cherish it, provoke a woman, target Tong Ling every day, you are embarrassed to be a man."

He Hao was a little confused, "What do you mean?"

Zhang Ming directly told about Fei Lan's bullying of Ling Qingxuan in the company, and when he just played the game.

People who work in literature have a good memory and speak vividly.

He Hao didn't expect that Tong Ling was the one who had been bullied all the time. No wonder she didn't give a good face every time she saw herself.

"I don't know these things." He covered his eyes, ready to apologize to Ling Qingxuan.

When he turned his head, there was still the shadow of the little girl.

Zhang Ming also found that Ling Qingxuan was gone, and immediately wanted to punch He Hao again.

Tong Ling must be very sad now, so she left alone.

...

The little girl in the coat fell to the ground and skillfully put away her sword.

Or Yujian comfortable.

The cool wind blew on her face, and her cheeks were a little red.

After returning home, Aya Qingxuan saw the dishes on the table, and it was a little cold.

"Youxi?"

"Huh?" The man lying on the sofa bent his legs. He narrowed his eyes, and after adapting to the light, he saw the little girl with a blushing face.

"You're back." He stood up and involuntarily covered his tender cheeks with his big warm hands.

"Cold?"

"It's okay, don't pinch my face." Ling Qingxuan pinched his face with her backhand.

With the coldness close to her cheek, You Xi was a little drowsy before, but now she is really awake.

He looked at the hand he put on the little girl's face and immediately lowered it.

What is he doing!

Take advantage?

Youxi's eyes flickered, and she began to reflect.

The tip of his nose smelled the cold fragrance mixed with the aroma of wine, he frowned and said, "Have you been drinking?"

"...Well." The little guy questioned her.

You Xi took a step back, no wonder she suddenly pinched her face.

There should be no such intimacy between them.

The little girl opened her lips slightly, inviting like a delicate flower.

Youxi's Adam's apple rolled up and down, a little strange, why is he a little thirsty...

According to the small X text that Ling Qingxuan showed him, the male protagonist should be seeing the female protagonist now, showing his hunger and thirst.

He bit the tip of his tongue to wake himself up.

I knew earlier that I shouldn't watch those, but now I have some problems in my thinking.

"You sit, I'll cook some soup for you." He went to the kitchen in a hurry.

Aya Qingxuan was lying on the soft sofa.

She also wanted to pinch the little guy's face more.

"Youxi, have you eaten yet?"

"No."

When Ling Qingxuan sent him a message, he fell asleep.

It was very late to wake up, and he didn't have to make dinner, but when he thought that the little girl might want to have a late-night snack or something, he did it.

When Youxi came out with the soup, Ling Qingxuan was still stuck on the sofa.

The thin blanket she was holding in her arms was the one he had covered before.

As a person who likes being alone, Youxi also doesn't like others touching his personal belongings.

But seeing the blanket being held by the little girl, he had an indescribable... joy?

"The food is a little cold, you should have eaten it outside, right?"

Ling Qingxuan got up and sat opposite him, and yawned, "No, I'm hungry."

You Xi looked at the slightly opened mouth and looked away.

"Drink the soup first."

Ling Qingxuan took it and took a sip without looking at it.

Then, a subtle expression appeared on that cold and beautiful face.

Ginger...Ginger Soup!

Xia Ge knew that she didn't like Jiang.

"Tong Ling, what's wrong with you?" Seeing her like this, Youxi thought she was hot.

His unreserved look of worry made Ling Qingxuan's heart twitch for a while and calmed down.

Every time, only she carries the memories of the two of them.

He doesn't remember.

His love all followed instinct, but her tolerance for him was refreshing the bottom line again and again.

Ling Qingxuan put down the bowl, "I don't like ginger."

You Xi pursed her lips, walked to her side, and removed the bowl of **** soup.

"I'm sorry, I don't know, I want to hangover and ward off the cold for you."

The little girl lowered her eyes and couldn't see her expression clearly, "But my mouth smells of ginger."

"Then gargle? I'll do some more..."

'Thorn--' The chair moved away.

The little girl got up without warning and hooked his neck.

"Hmm!?" Youxi froze.

His body was like a hard stone, and he didn't even know where to start if he wanted to push Ling Qingxuan away.

Ling Qingxuan kissed him for a while and pinched his face.

The man she embraced was sturdy, thin and full of masculine charm.

Even if he doesn't go out much, he occasionally exercises in the room, and he doesn't bask in the sun all the year round. His skin is fair and smooth, even smoother than milk.

You Xi's heart was beating wildly, and his voice was deafeningly loud. Under the attack of the little girl, he could only make a low voice.

The kiss written in the novel and the kiss he actually experienced are completely two concepts.

Uncomfortable at all, uncomfortable, unable to breathe, limbs stiff and...

When Ling Qingxuan was about to continue, the man's body softened and fell on her shoulders.

Yuxi, fell asleep.

After being silent for two seconds, Ling Qingxuan licked the corner of her lips.

Why is the **** taste still there?