Female supporting style is wrong

how to say.

These people are really crazy.

If you are not in your own home, but you are so arrogant when you go to other people's territory, conflicts are inevitable, and sooner or later you will be beaten by the society.

Ji Ge decided that good people would do it to the end, and took the initiative to complete this step for them.

The Ruan family can be said to be a top rich family in H City, that's why Zhou Xi put all his heart and soul into trying to climb Jige. She is the only daughter of the Ruan family's parents.

Le Ye was driving, and Ji Ge contacted Ruan's father on the way, omitting the process, and directly said that someone had offended him.She deliberately emphasized the seriousness, and Ruan's father quickly replied to Ji Ge, saying that he would handle the matter properly.

Ji Ge turned off the phone and turned to look at An Lian.

The boy closed his eyes docilely, leaning his head on her shoulder, quietly, like a delicate and beautiful ornament.

Runbai touched the boy's cheek with his fingertips, and An Lian opened his eyes to meet the girl's gaze.

"Does it still hurt?" Ji Ge asked.

Looking at Ji Ge with magnificent green eyes, the young man inhaled lightly, and his soft black hair rubbed against the girl's neck, and when the ends of the hair brushed over it brought a slightly itchy touch.

"It hurts, sister."

The boy's voice was soft, and when it was lowered, it showed a clear and clean texture, and the originally cold tone revealed a bit of coquettishness.

Ji Ge approached cautiously, and his eyes fell on An Lian's injured right hand. He was a little worried and didn't dare to touch it: "I'm going to the hospital soon, just bear with it."

It happened that the right hand was injured, which was very troublesome.

She sighed.

He raised his hand and patted the young man's shoulder lightly, as if to comfort him: "How about this, will it be better?"

An Lian raised her head, bit her lip, and smiled a little: "Not enough, sister."

"If you want to comfort me," the uninjured hand held Ji Ge's wrist and brought her over. The seat belt was flexibly unbuckled by An Lian, and the girl followed his strength and fell directly into the boy's arms.

The slender wrist was grabbed, and the black tattoo was rubbed heavily with the pulp of the fingers. It was a little itchy. Jige wanted to break free, but was afraid of touching the injured arm, so he was restrained in his actions.

The boy's eyes were dim, but his voice was sweet and soft: "Sister, don't move, let me hug you for a while."

Ji Ge blinked, his vision was blurred, the boy was wearing a clean shirt, the girl's head was buried in his chest, her long golden brown curly hair was messy, and he grabbed the ends of her hair.

Realizing that his hair was being grabbed, Ji Ge suddenly didn't dare to move.

"Are you immature?" the girl said angrily.

She couldn't raise her head, so she couldn't see the young man's lips curved slightly, and the little smiles in his eyes.

Rubbing her cheek against the girl's neck, she was almost kneeling on both sides of the boy's legs. This posture was very tiring. After Ji Ge supported it for a while, she fell into the boy's arms without strength.

Afraid of crushing An Lian's injured arm, the girl struggled to get up, but An Lian stopped her. The boy said with a smile, "Sister, don't move."

The girl was unexpectedly soft, and the burden was not heavy when she held it with one hand. She adjusted her posture, her soft and delicate cheeks rubbed against the boy's collarbone, and leaned against the boy's neck. took a bite.

The young man laughed silently.

He patted the girl's thin back comfortingly.

The hospital arrived soon. Le Ye was busy driving before, and now he turned his attention to look at the couple behind him, and it got stuck in his throat.