Chapter 1831： The tyrannical scum of the high cold learning **** (46)

Chapter 1831, The High Cold Learning God of the Blaster (46)

Xia Hanyang took the phone to the wall.

The phone ruptured immediately.

Even the battery cover flew out.

It can be seen how much power is used.

Bai Weiwei shook and some fear looked at him.

Xia Hanyang reached out to catch her, but she suddenly shunned back and shrank to the corner of the sofa, not convinced to see him.

His temper scared her.

Xia Hanyang's full anger was seen by her awkward eyes and became a soft-footed shrimp.

But he still can't suppress the anger in his voice. "You commit suicide faster. You know that this call is over and you are finished."

Bai Weiwei looked at him and finally managed to open his mouth. "But..."

Xia Hanyang: "No, no, you are not allowed to fight. Are you worried about the incident? If I am there, I will not be able to line up."

The fear in Bai Weiwei’s eyes turned into doubts. “Why are you... so good to me?”

Xia Hanyang is still angry. "Is this not nonsense? Men are good for women. Normal people know what it means. Can you think that I am doing charity to you? I am not as good as donations."

Bai Weiwei was slow for a while and said, "Do you like me?"

Xia Hanyang: "Crap, don't like you, I am guilty."

Bai Weiwei: "..."

Xia Hanyang: "?"

Yay? He just seemed to talk too fast and said something that was incredible.

Does he like her?

Does he like clown girls?

like very much?

No, he just saw her pleasing to the eye and wanted to bully her.

I want her to cry and hug his thighs, let her see what is wrong, he didn't end well.

I want her to see him alone, and I am not allowed to accept other people's confession.

I want her not to live in that kind of broken house.

I want her not to be hurt, not... so painful?

and many more……

Xia Hanyang looked desperate with both hands and his head. This feeling, how do you think more and more like it?

And still very much like it.

Otherwise, he took such a big risk and wiped her ass.

Even people of his class.

Being caught by the handle is enough to drink a pot.

The old man is always in his ear, and can play.

But if you really want to play human life, then the follow-up will be more troublesome.

Therefore, he is particularly over-the-top, and there is actually no such thing as playing.

It is also scary to hang on the verbal.

After all, he was lazy when he saw trouble.

But when he first saw her in the blood, desperate look.

It’s not a hassle for the brain to flash, but to immediately smooth all the traces.

Take her out of the hell.

The more I think about Xia Hanyang, the more gloomy the face.

He looked up at her, his eyes burning, and he said with a violent voice: "I like you, I like you, what do you say?"

Bai Weiwei was smashed by him, almost no deafness.

Xia Hanyang suddenly reached out and grabbed her shoulder, pressed her to her chest, and held it down.

This is a rough hug.

He said: "What are you worried about? I said nothing is okay, you will take your studies, practice your formula, and memorize your messy college entrance examinations. I like it very expensive. Forcing you, steal it."

Bai Weiwei’s ears were beaten by his heartbeat, and itching to his ears.

The first time I encountered such a second, such a rude confession.

(End of this chapter)