Imperial Commander: His Pretty Wife Is Spoiled Rotten

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"Stop for me! Did I let you go?"

Jiang Henglin was stopped in front of her with an air of arrogance and a look of dissatisfaction.

"Jiang Ershao, hurry up and say something else! Hurry up and finish!"

"What is your attitude? Dare to talk to me like that?!"

She was angry but Yun Xi didn't ask him. At this moment, her arrogant and impatient attitude was like a fire, which directly lit his grumpy temper!

"Jiang Henglin, I’m not Yun Ziling. I’m not so weak as a bird, and I’m not going to pull down my dignity to beg for others! Besides, I didn’t ask you for help, nor did you help. What kind of gunpowder did you lose your temper? I'm wrong if I didn't ask you?"

With such a spoiled bear child, it is impossible to communicate normally!

Don't you just want her to be soft? She's partial!

I want to see my clothes soft, I want to see the birds are gentle like water, and I want to go to Yunziling!

Here, she can only eat cannon fodder to kick the iron plate, and she does not have so much American time to serve this grumpy young master!

"Also, don’t you like Yun Ziling? I didn’t stop the two of you. You really like her so much. I can go and explain to Grandpa Jiang and let him cancel the previous engagement. Anyway, neither of us can see each other. Pleasing to the eye, seeing is pure!"

"Why do you say cancel if you cancel! I'm not as good as you want!"

Jiang Henglin sneered, looking at her with pride, as if looking for a way to retaliate against her.

"The more you want to cancel the engagement, the more I will not let it go, and it's good to tie you up. We will have time to torture each other in the future!"

"What a terrible brain!"

The young master of the second illness was simply unreasonable. She was too lazy to talk nonsense with him and turned to walk directly to the school.

Behind him, Jiang Henglin smiled proudly and thought he was looking for a way to pull back a round.

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After Li Sinuo was threatened to clarify, the atmosphere in the class became very subtle.

The students saw Li Sinuo detouring. Occasionally, one or two who had good grades and courage, and also deliberately accused Sang Huai of making fun.

When Yun Xi didn't see it directly, he continued to work **** his studies.

After school at noon, Zhao Yumo limped to the class to find her. Yun Xi was shocked when she saw her embarrassed appearance.

"What's wrong with this? Did you get beaten or fight with others?!"

Zhao Yumo looked irresistible. He sat down on the chair and began to complain with a sad face.

"Yunxi, can I return the goods?"

"What? What did you return?"

"Jiang Chenghuan is not a human being!"

"He bullied you?" Yun Xi stepped forward and checked her feet to make sure that there was no major problem, but the pain caused by excessive exercise.

"That product is simply a demon! On weekdays, when I looked at Dang Erlang's mischief, my mother took me to death as soon as I shot! The two-day training on Saturday and Sunday is almost the same as **** training. All of them are bruises! What a pity Xiangxixiyu, his uncle is like the King Yan Luo in seriousness, so terrible!"

After hearing Yu Mo's incoherent complaints about Jiang Chenghuan's "devil training", Yun Xi couldn't help but smile.

"I told you a long time ago that he is not easy! You probably didn't take it seriously?"

"How do I know he's so terrible! It's not like the **** I saw!"

"He is a person who has traveled from Yan Luo Temple. He died once. He knows better than you how to protect himself and how to do anything."

As she is now, she has lost the tenderness and cowardice of the previous life.

Whoever stepped on her bottom line, she will never give up easily!

"Really?" Zhao Yumo raised his head in surprise. "I thought he was just hiding it!"

"Learn well with him! What you can do with some hard work, he is willing to teach him, and you will be born again!"

"I know! I can bear this bitterness!"

Thinking of his own goal, Zhao Yumo was like chicken blood, and he lit a small flame of battle.