Chapter 82: This woman can only be bullied by him alone
"Yes..." After saying this word, Meng Xinran was a little silent, his dark starry eyes were unclear, and his charming expression was like a cute little flower, all converged in his charming and narrow eyes,
He felt his heart tightening and had an indescribable feeling
Qin Feiyang looked down, casually passing by her hand that was clenching the corner of her clothes, and moved it elsewhere. After a few seconds, he suddenly looked back, his voice became dangerous, and a fierce momentum spread in the air.
"Woman, who allowed you to take off the bandage and expose the poisonous trotters in other people's eyes?"
"ah?"
Meng Xinran raised her head and blinked her eyes twice. Her thick eyelashes were like butterflies spreading their wings. She looked at the suddenly angry man in front of her with a puzzled look on her face. From the corner of her eye, she glanced at the gathering point of the crowd not far away.
"Look over there, it's very lively. Let's go and have a look." After saying that, he stopped looking at him and walked towards the crowded crowd.
Qin Feiyang touched his nose, his eyes dark.
This arrogant man stands in the center of the Moonlight Pier. The sea breeze blows gently, and his whole body is bathed in the golden sunshine, like a god.
Meng Xinran pushed through the layers of crowds, and her petite body took advantage of the momentum to squeeze to the front. Her eyes widened and she took a deep breath.
A man with a full beard is standing in the middle, applying makeup to a woman sitting on a revolving chair. His dexterous hands, like magic, draw outlines. Under his hands, the ordinary woman becomes...
She suddenly became radiant. Her facial features were still the same, but her temperament was completely different, as if she had been given another layer of life. She had only seen this kind of strong visual impact on one person so far.
However, this uncle... was nothing like the one she knew!
But at this moment, she did feel an inexplicable sense of familiarity
Seeing him finishing the last stroke, Meng Xinran took a step forward and said in an uncertain tone: "Hello, have we met somewhere?"
After saying this, she regretted it. She saw a trace of doubt in the man's eyes, his beard fluttering in the wind, and he glanced at her funny.
"Ma'am, don't you think this way of picking up a conversation is outdated? Can you use some fresh words?"
After finishing speaking, there was a burst of laughter around him, and a cold gaze suddenly pierced Meng Xinran's body, like a vicious snake.
And she didn't realize it
People were talking in low voices, chirping, those mocking eyes, pretending to be contemptuous, all made Meng Xinran feel sick to her stomach. At this time, a warm big hand grabbed her
She raised her eyes and caught a glimpse of Qin Feiyang who had taken off his hat. There was an evil smile on his handsome face. He was like a knight walking from the darkness. He put his arm casually on her shoulders and his tone was always domineering.
: "Why are you here? Didn't I tell you earlier not to talk to strangers you don't know? If someone kidnapped me one day, where would I find a complete version of you?"
After a pause, he glanced at the man with a beard and a well-groomed face.
"Especially those weird uncles, I heard they have many... quirks"
Everyone felt a chill, goosebumps fell all over the floor, and the look at the bearded people began to become strange. I don’t know who shouted, but someone obviously recognized Qin Feiyang...