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Chapter 79 089 Wants Your Legs to Be Cheap (Part [-])
After about two or three hours, Dong Dong almost completely forgot the existence of Yuan Yeyi.

It was time for lunch, Dong Dong finally ordered the management team, and raised his voice: "Bring your own lunch box and go to the cafeteria."

Waiting for the team to catch up with the main force, Dong Dong himself took a step, but was stopped by a person.

The man looked at Yuan Yeyi's standing position with a curved gaze, and said in a funny tone, "You seem to have forgotten something."

Forgot what?
Dong Dong paused, his tone impatient: "What can I forget, my memory is comparable..."

Following the man's gaze, Dong Dong let out a FUCK with a startled expression.

You were so obedient just now, why are you standing so obediently now?
He patted the man's shoulder hard, causing the man to yell out: "Boy Dong, I kindly remind you, you fucking hit me?!"

Dong Dong cursed back loudly: "You have a thick skin, so you need to beat more! Get out of here and go back to your company, don't mess around here and watch the fun!"

After Dong Dong finished speaking, he walked to Yuan Yeyi's side in a few big strides.

Looking at Yuan Yeyi, his tone was mixed with sarcasm: "Why are you so obedient now, didn't you just enjoy being a hero to save the beauty?"

"Instructor Dong, what you said is wrong."

When Yuan Ye heard this, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and his smile was handsome.

Even if she was punished to stand, her figure was still tall and slender, and her handsome face was still so handsome.

There is probably only one sentence to describe it:
Su reached a new level.

Yuan Ye coughed, and then his expression became serious, even serious.The words that Scarlet Lip uttered were also righteous: "Isn't this a matter of human life? As her alumni, how can I stand by and watch!"

Not to mention, that expression is really decent.

Dong Dong was almost laughed at by this anger.

To this day, I still don't know how to repent.

But this stubbornness is really very clear in such a strict military training base.

If he was in the army, someone like Yuan Yeyi would probably be the kind of assassin who has excellent grades but refuses to be disciplined.

It is still the most troublesome category among the stabbing soldiers.

Dong Dong thought that he couldn't control such a person.

What's more, it's meal time now, and he, the instructor, stood all afternoon, asking him to come again to give Yuan Yeyi ideological education——

Are you kidding me.

Therefore, Dong Dong really didn't intend to settle the score again.

But it's always okay to joke about it.

Dong Dong hooked the corners of his lips, clenched his fist with one hand, and coughed by his mouth pretending to be serious: "Are your hands sore?"

Yuan Ye pondered: "Not sour."

"Sour, right? Then do you know..." Wrong.

Dong Dong gave a sudden pause and looked at Yuan Yeyi.

Yuan Yeyi blinked at him, put down the hand that had been at the height of the temple, and rubbed it by himself.

Afterwards, with a wicked and alluring smile, his jaw was slightly raised, and his magnetic voice was slightly picky: "Instructor Dong, meal time is also a break. In fact, if you don't come, I'm going to eat too."

"!"

Yuan Ye grunted, and from the corner of his eye, he glanced at Dong Dong whose expression was already completely stiff, the corners of his lips curved deeper and deeper.

"Instructor Dong, I'll go first then."

After she finished speaking, she patted Dong Dong's shoulder meaningfully.

With slender legs and graceful steps, they followed the large group very leisurely.

Not long after they left, Yuan Yeyi seemed to notice that Dong Dong was still watching her closely. First, Yuan Ye raised his brows, then smiled, and touched his lips with his hands extravagantly, looking at Dong Dong. Dongbi blew a kiss, very wicked.

Nima!

What does it mean?
What does tm mean!
Suffering from lack of oxygen, Dong Dong rudely took off the military cap on his head, and let out a long breath of stale air.

Still angry.

He rubbed his temples, stared at the hat to vent his anger, and cursed fiercely: "I want your legs to be cheap, I want your legs to be cheap!"

(End of this chapter)