Young Master's Love Trap

Chapter 122 I am not a person who pity women and women (1)

Yu Yuanyuan also looked sad. The young master probably looked at her and Wu Le's face and would not be too fussy with Wu Xin, but if he provoked him again and again, he would really get angry at that time, even if the king of heaven came.

Xia Zihao didn't raise his head, but said in a cold voice, "Get your trash off my desk."

"What rubbish?" Wu Xin slapped Xia Zihao's table with his palm, with a special momentum, "Xia Zihao, I declared war with you for two sessions yesterday, don't act like I'm joking."

"Sounds that are not worth listening to, this young master has always been automatically filtered out, this Miss so and so, don't you know?"

It means that just relying on you, he still can't get into the eyes of his young master.

Wu Xin was completely blown away. When she was a bully sweeping Thirteen Streets, no one dared to look down on her. Isn't she just a young master who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth? What a drag.

"Hmph, Miss Ben just can't understand you, a bastard who only bullies women with more bullying. You have the guts to challenge me one-on-one. Let's see if Miss Ben can beat you to death."

"Oh?" Xia Zihao suddenly stood up.

As soon as he stood up, Wu Xin was a full head shorter than Xia Zihao, his aura suddenly dropped, and the surrounding aura was secretly surging.

His jaw suddenly hurt, Xia Zihao pinched Wu Xin's jaw, his smile was a little gloomy.

"Wu Xin, right? Very good, you have completely aroused my interest? Anyway, I haven't had much fun recently, so it doesn't matter if you make fun of me."

"You... fart." His jaw hurt suddenly, but he couldn't shake Xia Zihao's hand.

"You have such a hot temper, you should sharpen it up." Xia Zihao kicked her on the knee, and let go of his hand suddenly.

Wu Xin knelt down in pain, almost bursting into tears, staring at Xia Zihao fiercely, but stubbornly did not cry out for pain.

Yu Yuanyuan was anxious to go forward, but Xia Zihao looked at her with a smile, "Yu Yuanyuan, have you forgotten what you said yesterday?"

One sentence successfully blocked her movement, Yu Yuanyuan bit her lip, her lips gradually turned white, she turned her face away, unable to bear to look at Wu Xin.

Xia Zihao squatted down slowly, his eyes were at the same level as Wu Xin's, and he patted Wu Xin's face frivolously.

(End of this chapter)