Dancing Youth: Evil and Rebellious Girl

Chapter 1203 Only this time

Yan Xiaozhu was already very miserable. When he was a child, he was bullied by Mo Ling and sold by human traffickers. When he grew up, he couldn't get Tyler's love. Now he is pestered by Mo Ling again.

Now if she loses her job, what should she do?

No, absolutely not.

That is her best friend, and she will never allow others to bully her.

Neither can Zuo Zhe.

"Are you going home?" Zuo Zhe was in a stalemate, refusing to give in: "If you don't go home, I will fire her."

"If you dare to fire her, I will fight with you."

"Ye Ye Ye." Driven mad by her, he growled, "You heartless bastard."

"..." Suddenly she stopped talking.

He frowned, and called anxiously: "Ye Zi Ye?"

"Xiao Hei is my best friend, she has saved me many times and helped me a lot..., now she is unhappy, I just want to help her." Her words were very calm, without the yelling just now, With a faint request: "Only this time, it's not her helping me, but I helping her."

"..." Zuo Zhe took a deep breath and began to regret the impulse just now.He wanted to see her so much that it made everyone stiff.

"Zhe." She called his name softly: "If I ignore her, I will really become a complete... heartless person."

His heart contracted, and his fingers holding the phone turned white: "I see, you can go."

He underestimated Yan Xiaozhu's position in Ye Ziye's heart too much, it was a position that no one could compete with.

"Thank you." The phone hung up.

Zuo Zhe sighed heavily, his silly girl was much more sensible than him, and knew how to distinguish the seriousness of things.

That's right, the most important thing now is to solve the matter of Yan Xiaozhu and Mo Ling.

Can't let the two of them go on like this.

But Ye Ziye didn't know that he also needed her by his side.

【—Guarantee of Ye Xiwei's original patented quality—】.
Yan Xiaozhu ordered takeaway, KFC’s baked buns, summer sticks and lemon tea (that’s Vivi’s favorite junk food.)
She knows how to cook, but she seldom goes to the kitchen, because it seems too lonely and alone to cook and eat alone.

Most importantly, no one will appreciate her cooking skills.

The Spring Festival Gala was replayed on the TV, and the festive and funny sketches echoed in the old house.

She sat cross-legged, holding the baked bun in her hand and ate it bit by bit.

Eyes fixed on the TV screen, but thoughts drifted away.

She is not a fool, nor is she a third-rate killer, so she knows there are people outside the house.

(End of this chapter)