Song Xiyue looked at Mu Wei Leng resentfully, then squatted on the ground, lowered her head, and began to draw circles silently again.

"Hey, do you want to starve to death?" Mu Weilen kicked Song Xiyue in the ass.

asshole!!!

Song Xiyue suddenly became furious, stood up, clenched her fists, and hit Mu Wei's cold face. Dare to kick her ass? Very good, then she would smash his proud handsome face!!

"Ouch" Mu Wei Leng said a rare uch, wrapped her fist with her palm, and smiled, "You're angry like this? I find that you can't seem to be calm!?"

"Nonsense!" Song Xiyue stared at him and roared, "It's obviously you're too shameless, okay?"

"Ahha?" Mu Wei was stunned for a cold moment, pretending to be ignorant, and asked, "What does it have to do if you can't calm down, and I am shameless?"

"It's really shameless!" Song Xiyue yelled with gritted teeth, trying to pull her hand back, but the temple was cold and cold, and the ancestor was very tightly clamped.

"If you want to hit me, do you think I will let you go easily?" Mu Wei smiled gracefully, rubbed Song Xiyue's little claws with his fingers, nodded with satisfaction, and said carelessly, "The skin is good, good maintenance is very mellow."

Song Xiyue felt very shocked. Will Mu Weileng smile such an elegant smile? Don’t he usually like to smile insidiously?

No no no no!

Song Xiyue shook her head. This must be an illusion. This must be the man who wanted to deceive her and then humiliate her. She would not be fooled.

"Girl, you'd better be more at ease!" Mu Wei Leng looked at Song Xiyue's sudden shaking her head, almost laughing, but for the sake of her image, she still maintained an elegant smile that was consistent with her just now.

"Sorry? Sorry, I can't write the word "Sorry" Song Xiyue's eyes suddenly burst into anger. She suddenly raised her head, stretched out and kicked towards the man's most vulnerable place.

Mu Wei Leng didn't even raise her eyes, but just sighed quietly, looked at the slender legs that were kicking her, stretched out her other hand and gently grabbed her ankle.

So, Song Xiyue was restrained by Mu Weireng with one hand and Mu Weireng with the other leg. She stood in an extremely uncomfortable position. Her eyes looked at Mu Weireng with a scarlet look.

"Oh" Mu Wei Leng sighed again, shook her head, looked at Song Xiyue with regret and said, "Why don't you listen to your advice?"

"Why didn't I listen to advice?"

"You are wearing a skirt now, how dare you kick someone up?" Mu Wei Leng reminded her with a smile, and her eyes turned toward her intentionally or unintentionally.

Although the smile on his face was still brilliant and his eyes also had tender eyes like water, for some reason, when it fell into Song Xiyue's eyes, it became a sinister smile and the pretended gentle gaze.

"You shameless bastard!" Song Xiyue's face turned red with disgrace, and she stared at Mu Wei Leng in shame.

It's a demon, he's a demon.

For some reason, the panic in her heart flowed faintly from the top of her heart, and her whole body trembled due to panic.

"You actually called me a shameless bastard?" Mu Wei Leng raised his eyebrows, feeling the hand he was holding seemed to tremble. The tenderness like water in Mu Wei Leng's eyes gradually faded away, and at this moment he was replaced by walking on thin ice.

"Let me go, you!" Song Xiyue twisted her body as if she had lost her mind.
Chapter completed!