Huang Xinying vaguely stretched out her hand and twisted the muscles in Ye Hanyu's waist, signaling him not to be so venomous!

It turned out that he was full of hard stuff, no fat at all, and he couldn't twist it at all.

So she could only warn him with her eyes instead.

"You, what are you proud of, aren't you just a meat night? As for being so arrogant? Aunt Tong stood on tiptoe, with one hand on her waist, and pointed at the tall man in front of her with the other trembling, and said in a mocking tone, showing no mercy at all, "Heh! If you look at people, seven times a night, what about you, it's good to have seven times a year, I really don't know what the hell you are proud of! ”

Hearing this, Ye Hanyu's face suddenly turned blue, his eyes were like torches, swishing on Aunt Tong like a wind knife, and then his eyes looked at Huang Xinying dangerously.

Huang Xinying swallowed her saliva, feeling that she was inexplicably lying down for Mao.

"Mrs. Night is leaving, let's go to exchange feelings in depth!" As he spoke, he glanced at Aunt Tong with disdainful eyes like a king, "Seventy times a day, I'm angry with this old woman!" ”

“！！！” Huang Xinying was stunned, and she subconsciously scolded angrily: "Get out!" ”

As the sound fell, she pushed him away with a blushing face and walked to the sofa.

Seventy times a day, is he going to heaven?

Huang Xinying felt that her cheeks were so hot that they were about to smoke because of his words.

However, Ye Hanyu stood behind her, like a large dog that had been abandoned, his eyebrows drooped, the corners of his mouth were bent downward, and he was full of a pitiful and aggrieved sense of loss.

"Huh! Seventy times a day, oh, I'm afraid that the object is a five-fingered girl..."Seeing his dejected and decadent appearance, Aunt Tong deliberately ran to him and snorted, and did not forget to shout at him twice.

Then he swaggered towards Huang Xinying in a good mood, and instantly felt a lot more angry.

asked you to bully the old lady, in the end, isn't Jiang still old and spicy?

Ye Hanyu narrowed his eyes, and the fierce eye knife immediately fell on Aunt Tong's body, as if he was going to crush her bones and scatter ashes, a thousand knives, and the back tooth socket was still gnashing, and the sound was particularly penetrating.

He was unwilling to be lonely and took a step, a pair of long straight legs against the sky, walked a few steps, and crossed Aunt Tong, and when he passed by her, the momentum of his body suddenly became stronger, as if setting off a cold wave, freezing Aunt Tong as if she was in an ice cellar, and couldn't help but stretch out her hand, holding her arm and rubbing the goosebumps that were cold.

"Young Master, I think you should simply change your name to Night Three!" Aunt Tong said angrily.

Hearing this, Huang Xinying, who was sitting on the sofa, smiled secretly.

After the childish night boss glared back at Aunt Tong, he withdrew his gaze, came to Huang Xinying's side one step ahead of her, and sat down.

Reach out and take her into your arms.

"Mrs. Night—" his wounded voice sounded faintly.

"Well, what's the matter with Mr. Night Three?" The corners of Huang Xinying's mouth hooked a smile that couldn't be hidden, and her voice was still sweet and beautiful.

At this time, she had calmed down and was slowly sorting out the sketches in her hand.

However, hearing her naturally call him 'three years old', the hypocritical man immediately lowered his head punitively and bit her lip violently.

"What are you doing?" Huang Xinying angrily stretched out her hand to block in front of his strong and hard chest, and her upper body dodged to the side, trying to stay away from him.

"Call my husband!" Ye Hanyu said with a serious expression.