Dancing Youth: Evil and Rebellious Girl

Chapter 1315 I'm Not Angry

The two of them were obviously fine, but he lost his temper and walked home without saying a word.

Along the way, no matter how she asked him or coaxed him, she would not give her a single glance.

Hmph, what a big deal.

Angry, she will be angry too.

Hmph, everyone is angry together, who is afraid of whom.

She hugged her chest, sat down on the sofa, and stopped following him upstairs.

Seeing this, the housekeeper hurriedly stepped forward to inquire: "Miss Nie, you, what's the matter with you? Are you arguing?"

Ye Ziye looked at the butler, and then yelled upstairs: "Angry? I'm not a cheapskate, so I'm not angry."

When the butler saw it, he was too frightened to inquire any more, and ran away resentfully.

Half an hour later, Ye Ziye couldn't sit still, hugged her chest, and looked towards the second floor frequently.

I muttered in my heart: what is he angry about?

Ten minutes later, she couldn't bear it anymore, stood up, paced back and forth in the living room, and began to think about the conversation the two had just had.

Isn't it great when shopping for clothes?
She said he was wearing ugly clothes, and he wasn't offended.

Then he asked her what kind of birthday courtesy she wanted, she said she wanted a sports car, and then he asked what else besides a sports car?
She said the champion... and he didn't speak after that.

Did she want the contest winner because she was angry?

But if you don't win the championship in the competition, what's the point of competing.

She felt that there was nothing wrong with her speech.

Or is he angry at her for being greedy, and asked him for a sports car, and now he still wants a sports car?

Well, it should be.

After thinking about the problem, Ye Ziye ran up to the second floor to find Zuo Zhe.

At that moment, Zuo Zhe just came out of the bathroom. He had just finished taking a shower, and his hair was still dripping.

She stepped forward obediently, and asked him as cute as a little wife: "Can I help you brush your hair?"

I thought that if I was so humble, he should calm down.

"No, I can do it by myself." Brother Bing turned out to be uncommonly cold, turning around, he still didn't even give her a single glance.

Seeing this, Ye Ziye gritted her teeth angrily, and swung her fist towards his back, wishing to knock him unconscious.

The heating was turned on in the bedroom, and Zuo Zhechi sat on the sofa beside him with his upper body bare.

The big towel covered his head, rubbing his head like venting.

He might regard his head as Ye Ziye's, and use this force to wake up the clumsy her.

But Ye Ziye didn't understand, and wasn't afraid of death, so she stepped forward and leaned against him.

Pulling the towel in his hand with his hands, he teased him angrily: "Hey, if you rub it any more, you will lose your head."

(End of this chapter)