Xia Yan bit his lip, pinned his face, and pulled the corners of his mouth stiffly. But with this appearance, anyone can see that she is lying.

Mo Jiyan noticed the pale pink scratches on her cheeks and couldn't help but frown.

"All these injuries are due to the cold?"

His hardcore is really getting more and more incomprehensible, and the women who were tired of playing with him in the past would at most kick them away and never look at them again, and they would never be so perverted that they were imprisoned by their side and tortured slowly.

What's going on now?

actually thought of a way to torture this Xia Yan.

Xia Yan lowered his eyes, shook his head, and denied it far-fetchedly.

However, Mo Jiyan knew the real answer.

"What are you doing sitting there? Where's my milk? ”

An angry voice suddenly sounded not far behind them.

Yi Beihan stared at the ambiguous two people on the sofa with a gloomy face, and really wanted to take a few steps forward and strangle this disguised innocent-looking slut.

Hearing the scolding, Xia Yan didn't dare to look at anyone at all, and ran directly into the kitchen with his head down.

"Cold, this is less and less like your way of doing things!"

Mo Jiyan stood up from the sofa, came to Yi Beihan, and smiled faintly.

"I see you're getting more and more nosy!"

Yi Beihan teased expressionlessly.

"Okay, I'll admit it, I've taken a fancy to this Xia Yan."

Mo Jiyan smiled gently and explained frankly.

A strange light flashed in Yi Beihan's eyes, and he stared at him with a frown.

"Well, don't worry. Friend's wife, don't bully, I still understand this truth! ”

As Mo Jiyan spoke, his tone paused, and he continued:

"However, when she is swept away by you, it will be another matter!"

Yi Beihan glanced at him, is there no woman in the world? It's unreasonable to be waiting to play with the woman he's played with. But then again, Xia Yan's slut really has a way of seducing people, and in just two days, he wanted them to start infighting.

Very good! He wanted to see how hard her wings could be and how high she could fly.

In the kitchen, Xia Yan reheated the milk.

It's strange, yesterday the old slave told her that Yi Beihan's milk must be put in sugar!

At that time, Xia Yan was still thinking indignantly, hoping that he would drink high blood lipids and diabetes as soon as possible!

Could it be that I am mistaken?

When Xia Yan was depressed, Yi Beihan came behind her, with a standard poker face.

Sensing that there was someone behind him, Xia Yan turned his head and met a pair of eyes as black as the night, thinking that he was here to urge milk, and immediately responded.

"Right away, right away."

"Now."

Yi Beihan took out an unlimited consumption card from his pocket and threw it in front of her, mockingly hooking the corners of his mouth.

"Your task today is to fill the closet of your room, and you are not allowed to appear in front of me again in such a poor appearance."

His friend really thought there was something wrong with his company!

Xia Yan glanced at the clothes on his body, a simple T-shirt and ordinary jeans...... Shabby?

"Also, if you buy a mobile phone, you need four batteries!"

Yi Beihan said and turned to leave.

Xia Yan hesitated, but still opened his mouth and shouted.

"Wait a minute."

Yi Beihan's footsteps stopped, turned around, and stared at her with a frown.

"Can ......"

"What? Something to say," he urged, his voice as cold as water.

Xia Yan habitually pursed his lips, and asked slowly when he wanted to speak.

"Can I buy a few fewer pieces of clothing and discount them for cash?"

Otherwise, she will be empty-handed again when she goes to visit Sakura-Momo today!