Chapter 837: Bad girl

Luo Fei would not coax her to eat like the old man, and she loved to eat or not. "What's going on?"
Yange seemed to haven't heard him interrogate, yawned with Bai Nennen's hand half-covered his mouth, and then closed his eyes: "I'm so sleepy, I want to sleep for a while."
He stared at her dead pig without fear of boiling water.
Feeling very angry, but couldn't help it, he was tired, he even sat beside her, leaning against the tree, and took out his mobile phone to start the game.
A corner of the clothes was dragged.
His gaze was her hand.
Her hands were very small and white, and the tender bones could not be seen by the white and tender. A few small meats swirled on the back of the hand, which was particularly conspicuous.
When he reached his throat, he was rolled into his belly again.
He pretended to be okay and continued playing the game.
She persevered and continued to pull, his short sleeves were almost deformed by her.
Just when he was impatient, listening to her said, "Afi, do you hate me so much?"
Can you hate it?
Qiu Zhan's nest didn't say, but now he was still delusional to be his stepmother, a pair of female wives and silver women, and Cheng Qingli and I were in front of him, even if I had done that, I did that kind of thing last night.
The most disgusting thing is that she is like an innocent person today ...
It's disgusting to think about it.
But her voice, fluttering, aggrieved and sad, didn't seem to ask him, but seemed to define herself.
It is self-knowledge.
Before he responded, she went on to say, "They all said that I was a Tong Yang of the Luo family, and that I was an old hen flying on a branch."
His clothes were almost deformed by her. She had to turn her head and was about to speak. When she saw her finger pointing at her own face, she approached him and asked him, "Afi, look at it, look at my face. Where are they like old hens, why should they say me like that? "
"It does n’t matter if I ’m your child ’s child husband. You look good. When your child ’s child husband raises them, I am reluctant to embarrass them, but they even say that I am an old hen. Afei, look at my face, do you look like an old hen? "
Her face was getting closer and closer to him, and her eyes were full of her features, and he even felt that her fluttering eyelashes were swept across his face.
Itching made him agitated.
He wanted to reach out and push her away.
This woman was so disgusted that she wanted to be his child's son.
But he remained motionless from start to finish.
He heard his own voice saying, "Did you fight with those people?"
Yange seemed to be poked in the soft underbelly, and immediately flinched, and moved away from him.
Immediately, however, she was stubbing her neck, and she said, "Not only did I fight with them, I also called them crying fathers, and went home to find my mother."
She used to do well in school, but has never risen to the point of fighting.
Glancing at the dried blood on her face, he asked, "Are you hungry?"
Yan Ge nodded and reacted, shaking his head: "Not hungry."
She was like a leaked balloon, leaning back against the tree again: "I'm full and I don't want to eat."
He doesn't speak.
There is nothing to say.
She had no idea what she was angry with.
Just keep playing.
But after playing for a while, he ripped off his clothes again.
He wanted to pull back his clothes and let her put on whatever she said.
But bear with me.