Your brother loves me, so leave your brother alone and don’t bully our Flower Goddess, you shrew.”
"Yes, the Flower Goddess is pure and noble, and is the eternal God in our hearts."
"Yes, Yang Jie, you are a fierce woman. You are so strong at such a young age. Let's see who dares to take you in the future." I don't know who took the lead, and the crowd suddenly pointed at Yang Jie.
Yang Jie has lived for so many years, and has seen tens of thousands of people pointing their fingers at you, with eyes dumbfounded, crystal tears rolling in her eyes, and her upper lip biting her lower lip.
Lu Ya looked at his sister, and his heart ached. When he looked at Huayue, he noticed the sarcasm in her eyes for the first time. For the first time, he began to speak formally about his sister. Her sister was not a person who wronged others, although she was upright.
She is bold, but she is bold and bold, never lies, and even if she hates that person, she will not make trouble for nothing. He began to think about the past ten years, every time she was in need of money, he only thought of her. Thinking about it carefully, he
Don't dare to think further.
Seeing her only brother standing there dumbfounded, the brother who has always loved her and hurt her to the core allows so many people to scold her and embarrass herself without even saying a word. Is that woman so worthy of her love?
? There were more and more tears in her eyes. She bit her lower lip and raised her head slightly. She never wanted to shed tears in front of so many people. She was Yang Jie, a person who was not afraid of anything.
It's just some blind people's nonsense! She won't take it to heart, no way.
"Brother Qingshan, that sister is so pitiful." Yiyi pointed at Yang Jie with her short fingers.
Qingshan looked at her with a slight sense of loss in his heart. The woman's strength made him feel a little distressed.
"Brother Qingshan, please let Yiyi come down, please." Yiyi opened her round eyes and looked at him brightly, and Qingshan followed his words and let her down.
Yiyi jumped down, running little by little towards the stage with her short legs, and even fell down when she passed a step.
"Yiyi, what are you doing!" Lin Youyou looked at Yiyi rolling down in shock. Yiyi rolled down the steps in the blink of an eye, and stood up quickly amidst everyone's astonishment. Lin Youyou and the others
This is the first time I have seen Yiyi get up so quickly.
Yiyi curled her red lips and said coquettishly to Sister Youyou: "Sister Youyou, Yiyi hurts so much. I'll blow it for Yiyi later."
She laughed helplessly, hey... what a little ancestor. "Come up here, Sister Youyou will blow for you."
"No, Yiyi has something to do." Her childish words were firm. Before Lin Youyou could agree, she ran towards Yang Jie on her short legs.
Doing things? What is she doing? Lin Youyou, a monk two feet tall, is confused.
"Sister, sister." Yang Jie lowered her head and looked at the child holding her treasurer. "Do you want to call me?"
"Yes! Yiyi is calling you sister, sister, can you squat down?" Yiyi's childish voice gave Yang Jie no reason to refuse. She knelt down and looked at her level. "Sister, I'm squatting down. Is Yiyi okay?" Actually?
She wanted to say that if nothing happened, let her stay alone for a while, and if possible, let her hide in a place by herself and cry for a while.
Yiyi took a few steps closer to her arms, raised her little mouth, looked into her eyes with doubts in her eyes, and started blowing.