"Yansen, you misunderstood. This lady didn't push me, it was me who was careless." Man Yin leaned on his chest, wrapped her hands around his neck, and explained in a subtle way.
"The facts are before our eyes!" He asked angrily and nervously, "How is it? Did you fall somewhere? Does it hurt?" As he said that, he began to examine her body carefully.
Manyin said sweetly in her heart, "I'm fine, I'm really fine, Yansen, you're too nervous."
Ling Yansen breathed a sigh of relief after making sure she didn't fall. He straightened up and was about to turn around. Man Yin grabbed him and felt a little regretful about using Duan Qingwu to test him. The goal was achieved, but the joke seemed to have been over.
Some, he has always been rational, but deep down he is ruthless and ruthless, and will do whatever it takes. He really doesn't take his newlywed wife seriously, it's because he is too sensitive.
"She came to help me. I couldn't stand steady, so I accidentally dragged her and fell. Yansen, please calm down, don't be like this, okay?" Seeing that his face was as hard as Guan Gong's, his eyes were frozen.
The cold and cruel look made her a little scared.
Ling Yansen turned a deaf ear, suppressed Man Yin's hand, and walked towards the trembling woman curled up on the ground. His eyes were as sharp as a knife. He looked down at Qing Wu. Suddenly, he grabbed her clothes and forcibly dragged her to stand up.
Qingwu was lifeless, with her red eyes open blankly, looking like she was at his mercy.
His big hands pinched her pale and slender neck, "Tell me! What did you do to Man Yin? What do you want to do? What are you here to do? Explain everything to me clearly!"
Feeling his ever-locking hands, her breathing became increasingly difficult. She breathed heavily with a calm expression, "I'm just here to get the letter of recommendation."
"You haven't told the truth yet!" As if something suddenly occurred to him, he squinted his eyes, curled his thin lips, and sneered coldly, "Oh, why did I forget that you surnamed Duan never shed tears until you see the coffin..."
"Yansen! Miss Duan also made it clear, why are you still refusing to let me go?" Man Yin saw that the situation was out of control and quickly interrupted him. She landed on one foot and jumped over with her skirt in hand.
Her brain was deprived of oxygen and she was coughing violently. Qingwu didn't miss the words Ling Yansen blurted out. She frowned, "Ahem...what do you mean by what you said...our surname is Duan...?"
Ling Yansen paused, his eyes flickering. He looked at her uncertainly. He suddenly let go of his hand, turned around and hugged Man Yin, who was jumping forward, into his arms. He scolded her with a stern face and a low voice, "If your legs and feet are not good, please pay attention."
You're dancing around, what do you think your body is?"
"Who told you to be lazy and disobedient? I already told you that it's none of this lady's business."