Chapter 2030: Slap Wife And Slave Online Twenty

"I'm fine, it's getting late, let's go ... today, thank you."

"Don't be polite with me, don't feel guilty, even if we are just ordinary friends, I can't see you being bullied."

So far, Zhuo Liye didn't mention what happened just now.

Take off her blazer, put it on her head, and gently bring people into her arms.

"There is no one here. If you feel uncomfortable, you don't need to bear it. It's better to cry."

"..."

Perhaps it was Zhuo Liye's comfort.

Perhaps the picture that Fan Yu had just taken Fu Qian away stung her eyes.

Qiao Yuanfei's tears forbearance suddenly flowed out of the control valve.

She didn't cry.

It was just tears in depression, and the emotions eased, and he rubbed his face in a mess, then returned Zhuo Liye's coat to him.

"I go to the bathroom and wash my face."

"Fay, I'll accompany you ..." Zhuo Liye's voice did not fall, and Qiao Yuanfei had already run away.

A man lowered his head to the bathroom.

Tears blurred her vision, and she couldn't see the person in front of her at all.

Suddenly, a strong arm grabbed her shoulders, and dragged her vigorously to the corner of no one.

Qiao Yuanfei's first reaction was to meet a hooligan.

Just about to fight back, Fan Yu has pulled her into her arms.

Turned and pressed against the wall where people came and went.

Head down and blocked her lips!

"Well--"

Qiao Yuanfei kicked him without hesitation.

After reflecting who it was, he kicked him fiercely.

Fan Yu snorted and did not release her.

Pressing her strongly, continued to deepen the kiss.

The hooligan kissed Qiao Yuanfei, and finally collapsed in his arms with weakness.

The slender fingers wiped the tears from her eyes.

"Don't cry, I feel bad."

"..." Qiao Yuanfei ignored him.

Fan Yu regarded her tears as disgusting, and just wanted to ask if she really liked Zhuo Liye, Qiao Yuanfei didn't overdo it.

The voice was dull.

"Don't touch me by holding someone else's hand!"

"..." Fan Yu froze, returning to God, his eyes suddenly turned on.

Is she ... jealous?

This proud little look.

This obviously cares about pretending not to look.

Why does he like it so much?

"I just held Fu Qian's hand. Did you talk with Zhuo Liye, did I say anything?"

"What are you talking about? You talk!" Qiao Yuanfei glared at him.

Which of his eyes saw her hooking up with Zhuo Liye?

Fan Yu snorted, not sour.

"I've all seen it. You guys haven't just crossed your shoulders. He also wants to massage your feet. You were just wearing his coat and leaning on his arms and crying."

She had never shown such a fragile side before him.

Fan Yu said at the time that she was very light, and she was very decisive when she took Fu Qian away.

But as soon as he turned around, he regretted it. He stopped in the next few rows and turned to look for Qiao Yuanfei, and saw Zhuo Liye holding her in his arms.

If it weren't for Fu Qian who had been holding him back, reminding him repeatedly that if he did, Qiao Yuanfei would hate him, and he would have rushed to Zhuo Liye for a meal.

How can I stand it till now.

"That's not close to your Baiyueguang!"

Qiao Yuanfei pushed him away, don't look away and don't want to look at him.

"You also deliberately asked her to protest in front of me and tell me your previous stories, mocking me for never coming into your heart, and not even knowing what you think."