Facing Qian Qianqian, Yan Junhang showed a rare domineering attitude, and the anger in his tone made Qian Qianqian not sure how to deal with it for a while.
"Senior, I... I can just take the bus. I don't have much stuff..."
beep--
She was only halfway through her words when a blind tone came from the other end of the phone. Faced with this sudden situation, Qian Qianqian looked at her phone and was stunned.
This was the first time she saw that the always gentle and gentle senior Jun Hang would lose his temper, so he hung up the phone on her because of his temper.
"How to do it?"
She sat on the sofa and muttered to herself, biting her thin lips in annoyance. In fact, she never thought about making her senior angry.
After sitting on the sofa and hesitating for a moment, she picked up her phone and dialed Yan Junhang's number, but the call was not picked up for a long time.
Yanjia Villa——
"Brother, who are you going to pick up? I think she doesn't want you to pick her up."
In the living room, there is a girl who is about the same age as Qian Qianqian, about 23 or 4 years old. The hot pants that reach the top of her thighs complement her perfect figure. Her upper body is wearing a string suspender that goes just above her belly button. This look looks like
The refreshing dress has a hotness that attracts people's imagination.
Seeing her joking with Yan Junhang's cell phone, there was a hint of jealousy in her eyes that was hard to detect.
On the sofa, Yan Junhang's face turned a little darker. At this moment, his deep eyes flashed with a chill, and he slowly looked at the girl standing in front of him, his eyelids narrowing.
"Give me your phone."
He slowly stretched out his hand towards her. Although he was not angry, the temperature around her suddenly dropped a bit.
The girl didn't seem to give up, still holding Yan Junhang's cell phone tightly, and then sat down on the sofa, folding her slender thighs and placing them on the coffee table. She raised her seductive red phoenix eyes and said coquettishly:
"Brother, first tell me who this person is, and I will return the phone to you."
"Give me."
He repeated patiently, but his tone was a bit colder than before, making the people who heard him shudder.
"You tell me first."
The girl started to get up, but she saw Yanjun standing up from the sofa and walking closer to her.
Stretching out his long arms, he pulled the girl up from the sofa, "If you want to test my patience, I will let you know."
After saying that, when the girl was stunned, she took the phone back, turned around and left expressionlessly.
Behind him, the girl looked at his decisive and inhumane figure, with some frightening jealousy in her red eyes.
Jealous eyes glanced at Yan Junhang's phone.
Seemingly unwilling, she growled at Yan Junhang's back:
"Brother, I am your sister, why are you so indifferent to me?"
The girl's words made Yan Junhang pause for a moment, and the next second, his thin lips curved upward into a mocking and cruel sneer.
He didn't even turn his head, turned his back to the girl, and outlined the most inhuman words, which were extremely cruel.
"The bottle of oil brought in by the prostitute is also worthy of being my sister??!"
After saying these words that made the girl behind him turn pale, he picked up the phone that rang again and answered it with a smile.
"Qian Qian."
His voice became farther and farther away, and he couldn't feel the girl's resentful and hostile eyes in the living room.