Chapter 494: Competing for Favor: Not Called Yan Ruoying
I wiped off the blood on my face with my school uniform, and looked directly at Yin Beisha's vicious face with the same cold eyes.
At this time, she is like a black scorpion, very calm, making it difficult for people to see how deep her poison is.
"Yan Yeyi, have you forgotten? My name is Yin Beisha, not Yan Ruoying." "So, this is who I am. As for that role, that's enough."
Yin Beisha took off the thorny ring on her finger and threw it to the ground. While crying, she pretended to be brave and finished this indifferent words.
"Yan Ruoying? Who is it!"
"I don't know, seniors should know!"
"I heard it seems to be a forbidden word on Holy Night!"
"Wow, Princess Bertha loves the night so much!"
"Yes! Han Qing is the mistress!"
"She deserves to be beaten. Princess Bertha even cried. She must have some difficulties."
"Han Qing really seems to be a mistress," the crowd gathered in a circle to discuss one after another. Of course, they were all defending Yin Beisha, who was crying like a raindrop.
Haha, Yin Beisha, since you like acting so much, I can’t give you the Oscar, so I will act with you.
"Yan Yeyi, can you please leave this matter alone? If you must, please stand over there." I let go of Yan Yeyi and said angrily, treating him as just a passerby.
Yan Yeyi, I'm sorry, my words have disappointed you again, right? Then let's be disappointed. I just need to remember that everything I will do is to put you first. Forgive my selfishness, forgive my
capricious
Yan Yeyi let go of my hand, and he took a step back tolerantly, letting me do whatever I wanted without knowing what to do.
"Yin Beisha, since it's the third time..." I stood in front of Yin Beisha, deliberately said harshly, raised my hand, and waved it towards her fair face.
However, my hand, which was still aching, was easily caught by Yin Beisha
Yin Beisha, you are cruel, I quickly raised my left hand again,
"Papa!" Two crisp slaps made everyone want to kill me. One slap with the palm and one slap with the back of the hand. Two red slaps were printed on Yin Beisha's petite face. She cried.
More vicious and distressing
A wisp of blood flowed out of the corner of her mouth, making her look so weak
I sneered from the bottom of my heart, I am an idiot, an out-and-out idiot