Chapter 155

"And you? Who are you? " Qin Tian frowned and asked.

"I'm Tang Jiena, my father's name is Tang Zhirong, and Yin Jianhua is my father." I took a deep breath and tried to soften the violent mood swings. "What do you want to ask?"

Qin Tian looked directly at me and came to me. The thick smell of tobacco on his body choked into my nose, which made me more miserable.

"Yin Jianhua is your own father."

I pinched the palm of my hand secretly, but I couldn't calm down, panic and pain, my cold sweat even more fierce.

"You What evidence do you have? " I'm sorry to ask about this. I feel like there is no silver here.

Qin Tian pulled the corners of his mouth, "because you are as ugly as Yin Jianhua, you are just like father and daughter."

"You..." I was stunned for a moment. This bastard is sarcastic about me!

"You were ugly when you were a child, and you were as fat as a ball. Are you plastic surgery now?" I sneered, adding to the irony.

Qin Tian frowned, "what do you say?"

"Nothing. You can go out." I covered my mouth to sit on the bed, just that moment almost vomited, the whole body also began to tremble slightly.

People who have not experienced pain will never understand what a cruel torture it is.

"I ask you something!" Qin Tian is very uncomfortable roar a, pull my shoulder from the back, press me to the bed, homeopathy pressure on my body.

"Er..." I gave a low, embarrassed and painful cry and pushed his chest.

He put his hands on my shoulders, half of his body pressed me, and his breath was blowing on my face, which made me afraid of getting hot.

"You let me go..." I cried out this trembling, my hands weak.

"You went to my room?" Qin Tian is very unhappy asked, his body's taste is full of evil spirit, let me already have some confusion consciousness, become more turbid and unclear.

"It was Xu Ma who called me To clean You think I would like to... " I gasped hard, body shaking very much, I could not push him, simply gave up.

Qin Tian let me go straight up and asked suspiciously, "what's the matter with you?"

I grabbed the quilt and lay on my side, curled up in the shape of a snail, "you go out I want to Rest... "

"You're not addicted, are you?"

I'll go, what IQ!

Now I have no strength to fight with him. I just can't help but reply, "I have a stomachache."

Just finish this sentence, it is a burst of angina pectoris again, my finger tightly grasps the sheet of the bed, mercilessly clench one's teeth, endure oneself not to send out to groan.

"Stomachache? I think you're a drug addict. " He opened the quilt and pulled me up by the arm.

"You're crazy, you I am my stomach What is a drug addiction attack My legs were soft, and he held my arm tightly, and his eyes were frightfully cold.