You Cannot Afford To Offend My Woman

There was no point in staying here any longer, pulling up the faint elegance: “Xiao Jiu, call a car. ”

Master Jiu got up at once: “I'll arrange it. Boss, wait a minute. The driver will be here soon. ”

Ye Hua nodded. Wei Chang and the cleft temper were very strange. As long as someone disrespected himself, he would die without saying anything. This little nine can also handle a little trivial chores.

If Master Jiu knows Ye Hua's thoughts, he must be very confused. On the one hand, he wants to hug his thigh, and on the other hand, he wants to hug his thigh with face...

The Ninth Master's driving Rolls-Royce phantom arrived soon. The driver opened the car door in a respectful manner. Ye Hua pulled out of the hallway with his faint youth. What they were talking about was so childish, they were not interested in knowing it, and they didn't want to know it. What they were curious about now is the idea of this idiot Qingya, knowing his strength, and now they are all naughty. See if you are naughty in the future.

Green and elegant indeed, I never thought I'd find a man or a practitioner. I really don't know if it's luck or bad luck. Is the practitioner's temper so bad? If you can't move, let your woman peel the lobster and buy the pancake fruit?

On the way back, the two of them did not have any communication. Ye Hua was a little impatient. This stupid woman was scared to death?

“Pull over.” Yehua Cold Channel.

If the driver dares to talk, the fine must be pulled over.

Out came the silly Qingyara, walked to the river and looked out over the distance.

There are a lot of couples walking along the river, and there are many elderly people dancing in the square, mainly the river side is cool, from time to time a cool breeze, heartbreak.

Ye Hua touched a cigarette and lit it, leaning back against the guardrail, while Qingya stood beside her. The breeze blew the hair on that side, and she didn't know what she was thinking?

After smoking a cigarette, Ye Hua is a little irritated. Is it really stupid?

“Speak.” Ye Hua sighed.

Qingya took a deep breath and asked: "Ye Hua, will you move the flowers and connect the wood? ”

“What do you mean?” Ye Hua frowned slightly.

“If I learn, I can suck your strength. ”

Ye Hua: “..."

“There's nothing to learn from that poor kung fu.” Ye Hua shrugged, the woman's hair was long and the insight was too short.

“Then will you be crowded with three flowers? ”

Ye Hua's eyebrows wrinkled deeper.

“No, do you know the Jiuyin Dynasty? ”

Ye Hua has the idea of smoking a green butt.

“Ah, not yet. Where's the North Pluto? ”

“None of this! Come to the Divine Palm Society. ”

“Alas, Ye Hua, did you practice the Sunflower Book? ”

Ye Hua couldn't bear to hug Qingya in his arms: “Did I practice the Sunflower Book yet? Don't you know! ”

Green and elegant exhaled, just wanted to tease Ye Hua, find that he is still the same as before, so don't worry, it's just an extra layer of the identity of the fixer, I don't know if I can give myself a long face.

Like what people say.

My husband is worth tens of billions. Where does your husband hang out?

Qingya can hold her back and shout proudly: "Your husband is nothing. My husband is in the real world. ”

If Ye Hua knew what Qing Ya was thinking now, he would definitely have to educate himself again and compare himself to that low-level profession.

“Are you really in the real world?” Young and elegant asked.

Ye Hua doesn't even know how to answer. If she denies it now, will she eat the word? After all, it is whether she is a practitioner or not.

But admit that you are a practitioner, it's really low, but to teach youthfulness, a little low, look at yourself for this woman increasingly no bottom line.

“Yes.” Ye Hua said faintly.

“Aren't you very good at blowing up cars with one punch and flying? ”

“Yes.”

“Can you fly with a sword? Can we fly to space? But there's no oxygen, Ye Hua. Don't you breathe? ”

Ye Hua's forehead showed several black lines.

“No wonder you were so... you were a fixer that night. Take your medicine. ”

Ye Hua was really angry, coldly said: "You can try it tonight! ”

“Cut, I won't fool you. Don't think you're a fixer. I'll have to hug your thighs and listen to you!” Qingya pushed Ye Hua away and stood in front of her and raised her chin. She said honestly.

Ye Hua sighed: “Have you forgotten your vows? ”

“What vows? I don't know what you're talking about. ”

“I knew you'd do this!” Ye Hua took out his phone and played an elegant recording.

“If Ye Hua is truly a practitioner, I promise to obey in the future, Ye Hua is my God, okay. ”

Qing Ya listened to his vows and instantly understood that he had been set up by Ye Hua again.

“I don't like it. You lied to me!” Qingya raised her fist again, unfortunately Ye Hua grabbed her wrist.

Ye Hua knew that Qingya would repent, coldly said: “Do you think your little fist hurt me? ”

Green face instantly sank, silently said: “I know, you are a practitioner now, very powerful, I am just an ordinary woman, not your opponent at all, if you want to fight, no one in the world will care about me anyway. ”

Ye Hua took a lap after listening. How can you feel wrong? If he wanted to hit you, he would have shot you up in the sky.

“Look, you look angry, hit me, I don't have the strength to fight back anyway.” Green and ghostly said, resentment is strong, and people passing around can feel that heavy resentment, even across the screen.

Ye Huaqiang endured the urge to smoke his ass: “You really don't think I dare to hit you! ”

“You're the fixer, you're the biggest, whatever you say.” Young and helpless stalled.

“Don't compare me to the Fixer!” Ye Hua drinks lightly, "the practitioner is no fart. One fart can crush them.

“Alas, my husband uses his identity to crush people. Alas ~”

Ye Hua suddenly felt that if she told her something, she could take off. She knew it would be better to keep it a secret. She said she was using her identity to crush her. It was obviously you who lost the bet!

Ye Hua silently rubbed her ankle and said softly: “I can't walk anymore. ”

“Taxi yourself!” Ye Hua didn't have the guts to say, and lit another cigarette.

Qing Ya snorted coldly and gave a flirting finger: “I don't know who said that if my feet hurt, I would carry them on my back. I am also a fixer. I run trains with my mouth full. ”

Cough, cough, cough...

Ye Hua was choked by her cigarette for the first time. She wanted to educate Qingya with sound recording. I didn't expect her identity to be her handle! It's also a practitioner, if you tell her who she really is.

“Forget it, I'll walk back slowly, the identity of the true fixer is noble, how can I carry my wife, how shameless to pass it on.” An elegant and cold addition.

Ye Hua was so angry that the blues on his forehead exploded, the water on the river suddenly rolled over, and people walking along the river looked at it curiously.