The chaebol boss, spoiled

Chapter 1745 1797 Yeming, I Love You 4
The faces of the two people were very close, but her face was covered with blood except for oil paint, showing an unprecedented embarrassment. It was really hard to be convinced when she said such words.

"Who is nervous? Yin Xingluo, who is nervous about you!!!" His eyes were scarlet, and his heart felt intense pain.

Xingluo continued to wipe the blood on his face: "It's really not my blood. You don't have any injuries. If you don't believe me, you can ask other people. I'm really fine. I'm the most powerful flower in the Snow Wolf Army, and I've always been the only one." Killing others, where is the chance for others to hurt me?"

Several people who cooperated in the battle responded one after another: "Sir, Miss Yin was not injured, and she executed the poisonous dragon herself.

Leng Yeming was still not sure, the military doctor had already run over, Xing Luo waved at the military doctor.

Leng Yeqing stared at her face for a moment, pulled the hem of his clothes to wipe the blood on her face, and checked again and again.

Xingluo's peach-blossom eyes smiled very charmingly, like a witch.

However, the woman with oil paint and blood on her face is as terrifying as a ghost even if she smiles too charmingly.

Leng Yejing seemed to realize her gaffe, and glared at her: "Why are you laughing, what's there to be proud of not being hurt? You listen to a few words of mine, Yin Xingluo, I've endured you for a long time, don't give me anything." I'll clean up your excuses!"

He let go of her abruptly, allowing her to fall to the ground, not feeling sorry for him at all, and immediately straightened his body, as cold as ever.

Can't even laugh?No reason?

Did this man enter menopause early? By the way, men must also have menopause, right?The face-changing speed is too fast!

Xingluo got up depressed, patted the weeds on his back, and tidied up his somewhat messy hair.

There were a few cockleburs on her hair, but she couldn't see them, and she couldn't get them off no matter how she pulled them, instead they stabbed her hands.

Xingluo lowered his head: "Help me fix it, the cocklebur in my hair."

Leng Yeming stared at the few hedgehog-like cockleburs stuck to her hair, not only did not help, but said sarcastically: "Isn't it very capable? Why can't you handle a few cockleburs by yourself?"

"Are you going to help?" What a bad temper!

"Fix it yourself."

Xingluo immediately called someone else: "This handsome military doctor, come and do me a favor, tear off the cocklebur that is stuck on my head."

The man who was called looked up. Leng Ye had a cold face, with a strong sense of oppression. He could feel a strong murderous aura from a distance of four meters. He decisively pretended not to hear, and turned to see who was injured. , Go to the hospital immediately.

Xingluo hums, what a man without courage.

She raised her head, looked at the cold and hot Leng Yejing, and said unhappily: "Is there a husband like you? Besides yelling at women, what else can you do? I can't help you with this little favor. I want you What's the use?"

The morning sun left mottled light and shadows on her face through the dense leaves. Her face was full of oil paint, but her teeth were bright and articulate. No matter how ugly and terrifying, in his eyes, she looked like a fairy who could confuse the mind.

With a cold face, Leng Ye strode past her, not wanting to be confused by her.

He walked up to Dulong, raised his leg, and kicked the dead man with his leather boots, completely ignoring her.

Xingluo curled her lips, really wanting to burst out, she was blind and fumbled with the lamp for a long time before she took off all the cockleburs on her head and threw them on the ground, but the same hair was messed up like a chicken coop by her.

(End of this chapter)