Before Hua Xiyan could help him pick up the ball, Ling Yefeng swung the club fiercely. In his sight, he saw the stumbling little figure squirming. He hated it so much that he wanted to use the bright light of his sight to kill it.
Hua Xiyan kills.
Mo Huiran is getting more and more nervous. Such a young child wants to be his wife? Damn it, stop insulting his IQ in such a arrogant manner!
"Hurry up and pick it up for me, pick it up, pick it up..."
Ling Yefeng roared out his anger as hard as he could, his eyes gradually narrowed and condensed into one point, but he couldn't tell which hole he was targeting.
"well……"
Hua Xiyan was so scared that she really wanted to hide behind her parents and tell them that brother Yefeng was a bad person and bullied her.
"good……"
She responded blankly, her heart was crying and desolate, her nose was so sore that it couldn't help dripping water, and her big eyes were all covered with a mist of tears.
"Oh, dad,..."
She wanted to wipe away the hot tears sliding down her face, but Ling Yefeng's sharper words caused a tornado to roll over her: "Hurry up and pick up the ball, don't make me wait."
Ling Yefeng, who had lost his mind, could not understand the physical endurance of such a young child, just as he could not accept that his mother actually asked him to marry such a young child.
"Oh...brother...I...so tired and in pain..."
She sobbed and cried lowly, scattered into the wind, leaving only a faint lament.
"Oh, Mom, no one loves me anymore," Hua Xiyan couldn't help but tears welling up in her eyes. The thick tears made her unable to see the ground clearly. If she was not careful, she stepped on the small slope and rushed towards her.
On the grass.
Ling Yefeng saw Hua Xiyan fall down and stopped, feeling a little unbearable, but this thought only happened for a moment.
She has nothing to sympathize with, Ling Yefeng, either she dies or you die. If Mo Huiran really wishes to marry this little girl who smells of milk powder, you will have to carry this shame and humiliation with your head down for the rest of your life, just like Ling Zhi!
I don't!
Ling Yefeng closed his eyes and swung the club wildly with all his strength. He didn't know where the ball would fly, but this shot used up all his anger and mania.
A "bang" sound like a strong wind filled his eardrums listening to the voice of resentment. It hit the right eye of Hua Xiyan, who had just climbed up to pick up the ball for him, and hit Hua Xiyan so hard that she turned over and fell to the side.
Behind her, her ears were ringing, deafening her nerves. Her vision went dark, and she fainted. The corners of her eyes instantly became congested and swollen.
"Huh...huh..." Ling Yefeng breathed forcefully, and the echo made him feel relieved.
When he had regained his composure and was about to pack up his golf equipment and check out a hotel room, he noticed the snow-white skirt on the grass.
Ling Yefeng was filled with hatred and annoyance. This idiot had offended me and pretended to be dead.