Devil's Honey Baby

This sentence was obviously for Yao Jiang. However, Yao Jiang followed Ji Zailin with a book as if he hadn't heard it. He was just two steps away from him.

Ji Zailin's face sank again.

Uncle Li looked at the people who went upstairs one after another. Finally, his eyes fell on Yao Jiang. He was really worried.

The little girl has a lot of tenacity, but the young master is not a master of mercy. Don't happen.

Uncle Li was worried. He thought about it and followed up.

Although the young master has never hit a woman, and although he has never seen the young master hit a woman, he is angry enough today. He'd better watch it.

Upstairs, Ji Zailin kicked the door open with a bang, which shook the whole building.

Yao Jiang held the book tightly.

Ji Zailin sneered, sat in and kicked away the sofa. He didn't know where to take a cigarette and lit it.

Yao Jiang frowned.

Ji Zailin saw it, took her in his eyes, took the remote control and game keyboard, directly turned on the LCD TV, and sat on the ground playing games.

Yao Jiang paused and looked around the bedroom. Finally, he sat next to him and spread out the Chinese books. "I heard Mrs. Ji say that your Chinese is worse than math. Let's talk about Chinese first today."

“……”

Ji Zailin frowned, and the sound of his fingers hitting the keyboard became louder.

Yao Jiang sat beside him, as if completely ignoring his manic atmosphere, and his voice was clear and thorough into Ji Zailin's ears.

"Composition is the highest score. If you learn the composition well, you can get a lot of points at once. We..."

"Pa! Pop! "Pop..."

The keyboard sounds like raindrops all fell into Yao Jiang's ears. Ji Zailin didn't know that the smoke in his mouth was burning to the corners of his mouth.

Finally, the red spark burned to the corner of his mouth. He burst out a foul language and spit out the cigarette butt, "lying in the slot, I'm burned!"

Yao Jiang was immersed in his own teaching. Hearing Ji Zailin's voice, he immediately looked at him. Ji Zailin's mouth was obviously swollen and red.

Uncle Li immediately ran in outside the door, "what's the matter with you, young master?"

Being read like a monk, Zai Lin was very upset. He threw away the keyboard and pointed to Yao Jiang's face and roared, "you're here to harm me, aren't you?"

Uncle Li also found that Ji Zailin's mouth was red. Although he was a boy, he also watched Ji Zailin fight and hit big, but the child was distressed.

"Don't get excited, young master. I'll treat your wound first." Uncle Li said he would pull him out and winked at Yao Jiang.

However, Yao Jiang didn't know whether she didn't understand it or didn't care at all. She looked directly at Ji Zailin. Her clear eyes had a narrow momentum, "it was your own cigarette that burned your mouth accidentally."

"You!" Ji Zailin glared fiercely and raised his hand to hit her.

But when Uncle Li stopped him, Yao Jiang still had no shame on his face and continued to say, "you have a good family background and loving parents, but you don't study hard, which makes them always worry and I despise you."

Then she turned to pick up the book and bowed deeply to Uncle Li, "I'm sorry, I can't teach him."

Li shuleng, this girl is so bold.

Yao Jiang went back to the bus. She sat on the bus with a book in her arms and looked at the scenery passing by quickly outside the window. She regretted it.

Mrs. Ji's salary is very high. She shouldn't be so emotional.

The next day, Yao Jiang went to and from school as usual, but he didn't expect to be stopped by a man as soon as he walked out of the school gate.