Chapter 1344: Young handsome fiancee

Yan Ge stared at him with a smile: "I still crawled into your bed unkindly. At least he is a gentleman. Even if I catch up, he won't sleep with me. What about you? What did you do last night to today?"
With this remark, Shi Yan struck the wall with a kick: "Grass, compare Laozi with that kind of person."
He stretched his fingers over his nose: "He doesn't even match Lao Tzu's shoes. Even Lao Tzu is a villain, that's a real villain, especially because he's not even a villain."
He pointed at the words and said, "These special eyes are blind, and your brain is flooded with water. You are stupid than a pig. Sooner or later you will be stupid."
Yan Ge pointed his nose, always feeling that his tiny, invisible saliva star splashed her face.
The next moment, she yanked his sleeve and wiped her face.
Shi Yan: ... he stared at her frown, and then bowed his head subconsciously.
But immediately, he leaned over again, and put his fingers directly to her ears: "Jiang Xiaofeng, you idiot, I really want to dig into your mind to see what's growing inside you."
Yange interrupted him: "I want to see him."
"See your mother!"
"Just a meeting."
"You're endless." He simply poked Ge Guangjie's forehead with his fingers: "You die this heart, you, he's in the hands of Lao Tzu, and Lao Tzu won't believe the stone without breaking his eighteen layers of skin."
Yange patted his hand: "It hurts."
Shi Yan glanced, the place where he had pricked his fingers turned red.
Thinking of the redness and swelling below her, he suddenly felt that she really didn't poke anywhere.
"Forget it, you die." He snorted. "I'll save you to see you."
He called the maid to deliver the food to the room.
He gave Yange a bowl of rice and sprinkled a spoonful of mutton.
People here mainly use steamed buns as their main food. The host likes rice and never touches steamed buns.
Yange didn't look up either, she sipped the rice grains in a small sip.
It's really a chopstick and a grain of rice.
Shi Yan has been snoring and eating two cakes and drinking two large bowls of mutton soup.
When I saw Yange, I ate a little bowl of rice, knocked the bowl with chopsticks, and said, "I'm not drinking poison. You eat so slowly."
Yan Song did not look up: "Uncomfortable, not scared."
Shi Yan immediately asked, "Where is it uncomfortable?"
Yan Song: "Want to see him."
"Fuck your mother." Shi Yan thought she had a physical problem again, and she was so angry that she wanted to turn the table over. "You can't finish this bowl of rice, and I've collapsed him."
Yange looked up at him, his eyelashes trembling slightly.
Shi Yan stared: "Look what you see, hurry up and eat yours."
Yan Song: "No appetite."
Shi Yan immediately drew his gun and was about to leave: "Lao Tzu will now smash him."
Yange sits still.
Shi Yun walked a few steps and turned his head, strangely ironic: "Isn't it the sky that loves him?" I'm going to collapse him now, why don't you worry?
Yange: "I will die with him when he dies. In the ancient times, Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai were embarrassed and turned into butterflies. Maybe if I die with him, they can also become butterflies ..."
Shi Yan kicked his feet on the dining table and turned the table over.
Although it wasn't in the direction of Yange, the rice juice splashed on her body more or less.
Yange sat still, her head bowed slightly, and she was clearly lonely and sad.
Shi Yan especially didn't hesitate, walking around in the same place, his boots slamming on the floor: "Since you think so, just roll quickly, don't disturb your eyes in front of Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu sees you full of gas . "