Through the book ninety, I became a koi wife

Chapter 44 Can You Understand?
Jian Xing and Yang Song were stunned for a moment, then looked at the door together.

I saw Yang Zhihong standing at the gate of the yard, glaring at them angrily, as if he was in a panic.

"You... don't talk nonsense, I'm just moving things."

Yang Song returned to his senses, glanced at Jian Xing, then at Yang Zhihong, and hurriedly explained: "Don't speak so harshly."

Yang Zhihong's face turned pale, and he stared at Yang Song sullenly: "Don't you know she's married? Why do you have to get involved with her?"

"what are you talking about?"

Yang Song was stunned for a moment, and anger appeared on his dark face: "Why do you say more and more outrageous? What's wrong with me helping her move things? Are you too lenient?"

"Yang Song, you..."

Yang Zhihong choked for a moment, glared at him sullenly, and then looked at Jian Xing: "Jian Xing, my second brother is still at home, are you so impatient to hook up with others?"

"How did I hook up with someone?"

Jian Xing's brows twitched suddenly, and his face sank: "What's wrong with him delivering the goods while I'm shopping? Can you stop barking and biting like a mad dog?"

"Jian Xing, who do you call a dog?"

Yang Zhihong froze for a moment, his face turned blue and then pale, and stomped his feet angrily: "You shameless woman!"

"Yang Zhihong, do you want your face to look like this?"

Jian Xing looked at Yang Zhihong with a half-smile: "Aren't you afraid that your image will be ruined?"

This Yang Zhihong is really stupid!

Being so jealous without a name or a title, which man would dare to marry her?
Although Yang Song is honest and honest, he is not a fool!
Seeing her being unreasonable and arrogant like a shrew, how dare you provoke her?

What's more, everything is Yang Zhihong's unrequited love, Yang Song doesn't seem to know it at all!

Yang Zhihong's face suddenly turned pale, his body froze, he muttered but didn't know what to say.

Yeah, why didn't she think of that?

However, it's all Jian Xing's fault!
If it wasn't for her, how could she be so ashamed?

Thinking about it this way, when she looked at Jian Xing, her eyes seemed to be poisoned, and she wished she could just poison her to death.

However, when she looked at Yang Song, she murmured, a little aggrieved: "Brother Yang, I... I didn't do it on purpose, don't be angry."

"I am not angry!"

Yang Song looked a little unnatural, and coughed lightly in embarrassment: "Please get out of the way, I still have things to do!"

Seeing that he turned around to move the desk, Yang Zhihong couldn't help but uttered again: "Can't she move it herself? Why should you move it?"

"Yang Zhihong, isn't that funny?"

The corner of Jian Xing's mouth twitched slightly: "Isn't it normal for him to deliver things when I buy them and move them back into the house? Are you meddling too much?"

"I……"

"That's right, I'll move mine, what's none of your business?"

Yang Song looked at Yang Zhihong suspiciously, very puzzled: "What do you want to do?"

Yang Zhihong was choked again, and his face became even more ugly.

Her hands subconsciously clenched the corners of her clothes, she ground her teeth in anger, and couldn't help but address Jian Xing again: "Jian Xing, where did you get the money to buy these things?"

"What does it matter to you?"

Jian Xing looked at Yang Zhihong impatiently: "Either get out, or shut up, understand?"

"Jane Xing, why do you say that?"

Yang Zhihong glared at her angrily: "You have no right to squander my second brother's money!"

"I'm not qualified, but you are qualified?"

A sneer appeared on the corner of Jian Xing's lips: "Also, when did I say that the money spent belonged to your second brother?"

This Yang Zhihong is no ordinary trouble!

It's over, isn't it?
"What do you mean?"

Yang Zhihong was stunned for a moment, and looked at her in disbelief: "It's not my second brother's money, where did you get the money from?"

"Yang Zhihong, if it's okay, you can get out."

Jian Xing took a deep breath and couldn't bear it any longer: "You don't need me to beat it out with a broom, do you?"

"you dare?"

Yang Zhihong crossed his hips and glared at Jian Xing angrily, as if thinking of something, he was very excited: "Jian Xing, you got your money by doing some shady things, right?"

As soon as the voice fell, there was only a 'pop'.

I saw Jian Xing slap Yang Zhihong without hesitation, and his tone was even more penetrating: "Yang Zhihong, shut your dog mouth! Just because I tolerate you doesn't mean I'm afraid of you. This slap will make you remember. If you dare to spray again, I will never be as polite as today. Get lost..."

Yang Zhihong was stunned, caressing his slapped face, unable to react.

When she regained consciousness, her body trembled inexplicably, with a chill that penetrated her bones.

Especially when meeting Jian Xing's cold eyes, panic surged in my heart, and I subconsciously wanted to run away.

However, when she stepped out of the yard threshold, she still yelled, "Jian Xing, wait for me..."

Jian Xing looked at Yang Zhihong's leaving figure, his face darkened, Yang Zhihong didn't seem to give up yet!
However, she wanted to see what other tricks she could play?
Of course, it won't be as simple as a slap next time.

"What happened?"

The sudden sound startled Jian Xing.

Looking back, I saw Yang Yuheng walking out of the room, looking at her deeply, with a hint of inquiry.

Jian Xing was taken aback by that cold and tall figure, and Xiaoshuai's voice inexplicably appeared in his mind...the so-called mission.

When she regained her senses, the corner of her mouth twitched fiercely, and she said angrily: "Your sister is here to make trouble, so you can't hear me?"

Seeing her aggressive tone, Yang Yuheng frowned slightly.

In the next second, his eyes fell on the embarrassed Yang Song, and he meant something: "Bought a desk?"

Jian Xing couldn't keep up with his rhythm, and was stunned for a moment, with a complicated expression: "Yes! Otherwise, can I use the broken table in the room?"

After finishing speaking, she looked at Yang Song at the side: "Brother Yang, help me move to the room!"

"Okay, you lead the way."

Yang Song glanced at the expressionless Yang Yuheng, bent over to pick up the desk and walked into the room.

Yang Yuheng narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the two people in Shiwu successively, his eyes became dark.

"Brother Yang, thank you for your hard work."

Jian Xing and Yang Song came out of the room and asked, "How much is this?"

"No, I..."

"No, it will take time and energy for you to do this. If you don't charge money, I will refund it to you."

"Then... just give me some casually?"

Yang Song scratched his head, a little embarrassed and hesitant: "I just want to repay your rescue that day."

Jian Xing was speechless, but looked at him seriously: "Brother Yang, it was just an accident that day, even if it was someone else, I would help, so you don't have to keep thinking about it. And since it is my custom-made table and chair, then I must give you a reward. Does that make sense?"

As soon as the words were finished, Yang Yuheng handed over a few photos of Grandpa Mao: "Is this five hundred yuan enough?"

　Hey, ask for tickets and ask for Wenha...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)