Chapter 922: Crack (2)

柒 柒 Looking at the door and another slang, she whispered, "I'll open the door first."
Knowing that Tang Yan was back, she felt a lot of peace in her heart.
Slang, however, suddenly grabbed her, pulling it hard, so hard that her fingers and knuckles became white and her nails almost got into the meat.
His eyes were like a knife, staring aggressively at her, "You haven't answered me yet!"
I stood there, watching the slang expressions on my face, my white lips moved, and I didn't say a word for a long time. I just felt that my arm was about to be broken by slang. She tentatively struggled, but the slang suddenly broke out of control: "Well, I'll ask you again, would you like to give him to me!"
"Sister, don't embarrass me ..." There was a tear in her eyes, and she suddenly fell down, and she said a little sternly: "I can't do it ..."
Before the word "to" is finished, "snap" sounded loudly, and the slang slap on the face of the slap.
I was beaten so that my face was a little bit past, and my small white face suddenly became red and swollen. She just felt the hot pain on her cheeks, and her heart was twisted together.
In my ear, there was a sharp voice of slang, "I slapped this for your dad! For our uncle's family!"
"You know that your dad died in Tang Yan's hands, and you are still with him! Not to mention ... you are married to Mo Xun! What you are doing now is derailed. Our uncle ’s family is because of you. Shameless people are ashamed! "
"Bang--" A loud bang, a thick door, was kicked open by the man. Tang Yan came in with cold air, his eyes fell on his face, and when he saw the swollen face, his anger was straight up to his head. His woman didn't even dare to touch him like this, but now, even let others hit under his eyelids!
Tang Yan's cold look was like a knife. If gaze could kill people, slang would have died more than 100 times.
However, at this moment, slang has been stunned by the love and betrayal that she wanted, but she stubbornly greeted Tang Yan's gaze.
Tang Yan smiled, and that smile, shivering with demon coolness, made people shudder.
"Well, go down first." Tang Yan handed the car keys to his hand, "obediently wait for me in the car."
That voice, how gentle and gentle, with coaxing. But the look was very different from the one just watching Slang. With care and compassion, it seemed as if she would give her all the love in the world.
Slang looked aside, bleeding his heart. I just felt jealous almost crazy.
When I saw Tang Yan, I was calm in my heart. Grasp Tang Yue by his hand, and quietly glanced at the slang words, just shook his head silently, "You go down with me."
Tang Yan coaxed, "Good, I'll take care of something."
"..." I still shook my head. In his eyes, there was a deep plea. She knew Tang Yan's temperament, and she suffered a slap on her face, and her face still hurt. He would certainly not let go of slang so easily.
"Afraid I shot and beat someone?" Tang Yan seemed to see through her mind, and her fingers wanted to touch her little face, but when she saw those red and swollen eyes, there was a faint flash of light in her eyes, her hands dropped, and she didn't dare touch her, Soothing: "I never hit a woman, so be obedient and wait for me."
Slang looked at them as they came and went, tears streaming down.
This scene was more heartbreaking than the scene of the two just kissing in the car.
She was so distressed that her heart was shrinking.
Having won his assurance, I could barely relax. She knew Tang Yun's temperament. He said that he would not leave if he did not leave. Being here at the moment will only make the scene more awkward. In the end, he nodded and walked out the door first.
All of a sudden, there were only two people in Tang's house, Tang and Slang.
Tang Yan glanced at the slang coldly and called Jian Qing first.
"I'll give you ten minutes to your uncle's house. No matter what tools you use, you won't be able to. You won't have to appear in front of me tomorrow."
His tone was cold like never before.
Jian Qing was originally sleeping. When she heard this, she didn't dare to ask a and got up from the bed.
In fact, the other party did not give him any space for inquiry, and hung up the phone. Jian Qing was depressed. When she arrived at the house in ten minutes, she could only fly.

Tang Yan hung up the phone, glanced at the slang words, and stooped to pick up the scattered He's cell phone. He picked it up very carefully, and every piece was carefully picked into his hand.
Slang watching, even such a move made her jealous. He is He De and He Neng, so that Master Tang Men can be so committed to pick up a broken cell phone for her?
"Why do you like her?" Finally, could not help but speak. The sound of slang, choked, and unwilling.
Hearing this, Tang Yan picked it up slightly. With his eyelids raised, he smirked and said, "Otherwise, should I like you?"
Slang just feels heartache as if it's about to crack.
This man is so cruel, he laughed so much that he was so captivated by the country that he was so captivated that she fell into exasperation. However, the tone was full of contempt, disdain, and gloom.
It seemed like her love was not worth mentioning.
"I'm telling you the truth, I don't love you at all ..." Slang stared at Tang Li crazyly. "She doesn't really love you, she hates you, hates you! For so many years, she's remembering you kill It ’s her father! She accepts you now, just to avenge her dad, it won't be true to you! "
"Really?" Tang Yan raised his eyebrows, disappointing the slang, he still had the indifferent attitude, "What's the matter? Even if she really wanted to retaliate against me, I would be happy."
The slang stared at him in shock.
He took a step forward with his long legs and suddenly approached slang. This man is so charming all over his body, so close to him that slang is obsessed with him. She always dreamed of being close to him, but she did not expect the day they were really close, but it was such a scene.
"Can you imagine how much I love her?" Tang Yan looked at her, but said a love confession to another woman, how cruel and how cruel. "Don't say she wants to get revenge on me. Even if she wants to kill me, I want her, I want her, as long as she. If she really wants me to die, I will give her the knife with my own hands, and she will be willing. . "
"..." The slang is indifferent, can't say a word, only jealous to cry.
"And you--" Speaking of which, his eyes flickered from top to bottom through the slang. Slang was holding his breath.
But he heard his cold, sneer-spoken words, "If it wasn't for you, what do you think you are?"