The male god pretends to be deep, 100 misses

Chapter 469 489: What do you think, Chen Liyan (5)

Damn Jun Yanchen, it's not good to choose a name, but it just collides with "Liyan". If you choose the name of the king of the mountain, it's probably better than "Jun Yanchen".

Song Manxi naturally didn't hear his mental movement, but asked him again uncertainly: "Did you just say, shit?"

"No." Jun Xiao only felt that he was in a very restless mood now. He should have thought a long time ago that this person lived a heartless life, and even walked away swiftly back then.

Calling a name is still ambiguous.

When there was a misunderstanding, I didn't explain to him at all. If I had told him earlier, how could they have wasted such a long time.

Jun Xiao narrowed his eyes, with resentment: "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Seeing that his tone was not kind, Song Manxi hesitated for a while, stepped back and took a few steps, and said forcefully, "You didn't ask."

"Then you'll have a lot of opportunities to talk later."

"I don't know, you know that I like brother Xiaoyan. After all, I haven't called him that for a long time. I forgot if you didn't mention it. How did you know that?"

Feeling guilty, he paused for a moment, "It's no wonder you remember, your head is full of water all day long."

You called me in a dream, although I am very happy to know that you are calling me, but this does not prevent me from being angry.

Song Manxi bit her lower lip, with an innocent face, feeling aggrieved: "You attacked me, and you just reconciled, and you attacked me again, I won't spend nine dollars, I'm going to find a vase."

As soon as these words came out, Jun Xiao raised his eyebrows dangerously, and in the next second he swiftly undid his seat belt, strode away, opened the door and came down.

Song Manxi secretly thought something was wrong, she was about to run when she saw this, but how fast could she run in high heels?Immediately, the person behind her strode up and grabbed her waist.

His fingers pinched her waist, giving her a itchy, numb feeling.

"Take my money to find a vase? I haven't been wronged by you cheating on me, but you have been wronged first, huh? It seems that today I want to correct my husband."

Song Manxi only felt itchy because of his disturbance, and smiled while begging for mercy: "Oh, oh, I was wrong, I was wrong, it's a public one, Chen Liyan, pay attention to the influence."

Jun Xiao grabbed her legs and lifted her up high. Song Manxi only felt that his whole body was far away from the ground, and his body was not balanced enough.

Startled, she hurriedly supported his shoulders, her small face was red and hot.

She looked down at him and covered her face with her hands: "I was wrong, there are too many people here, please let me down."

There is sincerity in the words.

Jun Xiao knew that she was thin-skinned, so he restrained himself a little bit, let her feet touch the ground, but still hugged her, and said in an affectionate tone, "From now on, except me, you are not allowed to call anyone else brother."

"But you are all older than me, what's your name if you don't call me brother?" Song Manxi continued to die.

"It will be all right."

"Then do I have to call Brother Junlin too? It's too rude." Song Manxi was aggrieved.

"Leave him alone." As soon as Jun Lin was mentioned, Jun Xiao felt a little upset, "When you see him, you can call him if you like, and if you don't, treat him as a transparent person."

"..."

After Xiaorong drove Song Manxi's car to the gate of Lu's, he sat in the car and sighed silently. At first, he thought the boss should have left long ago, but this is so boring, when will he give the single dog some air? !

After making a fuss for a while, Jun Xiao finally drove away like a sunny day after the rain, the smile on his face that couldn't get off was almost blinding.

　2!I wrote too much at once yesterday, and today I have two chapters.

　　(God's perspective: Really, Junzhuang? Is it really okay for you to belittle my name like this?)

　　(Jun pretends: Get the hell out of you, it’s all about you, and you’re also a scam.)
　　The author drifts away. . .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)