I don’t know what the black head is, but Yin Yijie has made it clear enough that he will abide by the contract.
Why do you still have to hit him like hitting your own unscrupulous son?
It’s not that the black-head treats his own son emotionally, but that he just wants to beat and scold him, as if someone else is his son.
Why didn't Yin Yijie hide? Could it be that his brain was also funny?[
Still standing straight, the sound of the ashtray falling off was not heavy.
I guess if the straight line falls, I must have hit him in the foot first, and then rolled onto the ground from his instep.
Perhaps, after the mission of the ashtray was completed, a complete body was left.
The straight waist, the high neck, the gray in his eyes seemed to be at its peak, I could feel his coldness
It became a winter sculpture.
There was a mist in my eyes, and I opened my eyes wide so as not to miss his every move. I really don’t know why he was so stupid and willingly beaten.
If he did not take the wrong medicine, he must have other hidden thoughts.
Oh, hidden feelings.
There are too many hidden thoughts in this world. They are always happening around me.
I don't know, what do you want to do to me this time?
When I saw Yin Yijie, I thought of myself. My guardian was injured. Who supported my family and who supported me?
Yuhubiao pressed my shoulder, looked at me, and shook his head gently.
From his eyes, I saw a hint of pity and a hint of relief.
It's so strange that Yin Yijie was beaten. He was not as nervous as before. Maybe he wasn't the one who was beaten.
No one has sympathy, especially that person has nothing to do with you, so there is no need to worry about him. But it has to do with me, I still have to worry about it.
The venue is cold, maybe it's only a few seconds, but I think it's been a century,
When the bright red blood oozed out and flowed to his chin, Fan Shanshan seemed to react from his stupidity and screamed: "Dad, no! Jerry's wound is difficult to heal."
Black head ignored it, seemed to snort coldly, and continued to suck the clouds and spit out the mist, and his anger remained undiminished.