The beautiful man comes to pick up the trick: the witch Mu Nianxi

Chapter 135 Do You Like To Throw Your Arms To Me?

"Since this is the case, how should I punish you as the president?" Ling Yihan raised his eyebrows, as if he was thinking about how to punish Mu Nianxi.

Mu Nianxi turned her mouth up in displeasure, and stared at Ling Yihan angrily. Suddenly, she picked up the pillow in her arms and threw it at Ling Yihan, but Ling Yihan grabbed it with her backhand.

"Punish me? I haven't settled with you yet!" Mu Nianxi jumped up, walked barefoot in front of Ling Yihan, put his hands on his hips and said, "Do you know why I didn't go to school today?"

"Why?" Ling Yihan smiled slightly, "Could it be because of me?"

"Hmph, it's not because of you, but also because of you! If it weren't for you, would I be able to provoke Duanmu Yayan? If it weren't for you, Duanmu Yayan, who would look at me displeased? If it weren't for Duanmu Yayan seeing you kissing me, I would Can it be done by her?" Still laughing, he still laughing!
Doesn't he dislike laughing?Doesn't he always have a cold face?What is he laughing at?She was raped by Duanmuya, is he happy?
"You were raped by her?"

Ling Yihan still curled the corners of his mouth, Mu Nianxi snorted and nodded, it is undeniable that the corners of his mouth curled up really look good.

"Can you be rectified by her? Aren't you a little witch? With your great ability, how could she beat you?" Duanmu Yayan did know how to use tricks, but he also believed that Mu Nianxi's wisdom was no longer Duanmu. Under Yayan.

"You mean I'm a witch and she's a pure girl?" Mu Nianxi's eyes widened in displeasure.

"Oh, I didn't say she is pure. I know that Duanmu Yayan can use tricks, but she is not as wise as you. I will deal with the trouble she caused you, but aren't you standing here intact now? ?" Ling Yihan said, pouring Mu Nianxi from top to bottom.

Mu Nianxi was very uncomfortable being seen by him, "What are you looking at? Don't think that you are fine with a few words. If Duanmu Yayan is not stupid, I don't know what will happen now!"

Ling Yihan frowned slightly, and stretched out his hand to hold her hand. Mu Nianxi wanted to withdraw it reflexively, but with too much force, his leg and wrist touched the tea table behind him, and with Ling Yihan's forceful pull, her body straightened towards her. Ling Yihan rushed over.

Ling Yihan leaned on the sofa, and Mu Nianxi threw himself into his arms firmly.

"Do you like throwing arms at me?" Ling Yihan's voice sounded above her head.

(End of this chapter)