Just by the murderous cold air that kept creeping into his back, he knew: Yang Mufan was completely... angry.
His death is not far away.
Perhaps, today will be the anniversary of his death every year from now on.~~~~(>_<)~~~~
Tianhu and Tianbao, who were completely unable to understand the situation, felt goosebumps all over their bodies when they heard the bubble. Perhaps they were psychologically affected by the women they brought with them every time.
With a look of disgust and disgust on his face, he whispered: "Brother, can you change the song?! This song is so awful. Second brother, how can you like this song?! This is obviously a stupid meeting
The song you’re listening to, okay?! If the second brother listens to this song, someone will definitely have n holes punched in his brain.”
As Tianhu said this, Tianbao quickly took the tablet and changed a song.
From beginning to end, Yang Mufan just sat calmly on the sofa, silent and silent.
Nan Juefeng, who was not afraid of death, pretended to be stupid and asked blankly: "Second brother, is this song difficult to listen to? Don't be so silent. I know you always cherish your words like gold, but no matter what, I will express my thoughts today.
Think about it."
Wei Yutian echoed: "Yes, how is this song?! Is it good? Second brother, come and talk about feelings!!!"
Tianhu and Tianbao were immediately puzzled after hearing what the eldest brother and third brother said. They turned to look at Yang Mufan. Tianhu asked: "Second brother, do you really like this song?! Tianbao, cut back quickly!"
!”
Tianbao didn't notice the change in the atmosphere at all, and he didn't feel Yang Mufan's anger at all. He laughed playfully and said: "Second brother, this song is so girly and ****, you actually like this song,
I can’t see it at all. Pfft, hahahaha... It’s okay for people who know you well. People who don’t know you think that you have been severely abandoned and are like a resentful woman, so they like this kind of song...
"
"Second brother, it's not that we look down on you, but... your level of appreciation is really too different. It's not in line with your style at all. You should listen to that person's songs..."
"..." While the group of them were washing him away with their endless chatter, Yang Mufan seemed calm and calm, but... the veins on his temples were pulsing.
Sirius, feeling that the situation was getting more and more out of control, simply got out of the corner, and at the risk of having his neck brutally broken by Yang Mufan, he blinked at Nan Juefeng and the others and motioned to them: Get it done.
Wrong, everything is wrong, Mu Wanqing, there is no drama at all, okay?!
But Nan Juefeng and the others ignored him completely. He could only turn his head and look at Zhuo Qingcheng. In the afternoon, if it weren't for Zhuo Qingcheng, Nan Juefeng and Wei Yutian would not know at all.
Obviously, Zhuo Qingcheng also knew that Yang Mufan probably had no feelings for Mu Wanqing anymore. If not, he would not have been punished so harshly for being late for the meeting. Why didn't he explain to Nan Juefeng and Wei Yutian?!
Isn't this, dragging everyone to jump into the fire pit together?!
Zhuo Qingcheng just glanced at Tianlang, and then... ignored it without politeness, and continued to drink red wine leisurely.
Just when Tianlang was so anxious that he was about to jump off his feet, Yan Mufan's low and hoarse voice suddenly sounded faintly: "I see that you all have excess energy and urgently need me to help you use it up. Let's do this. I haven't played the 'death game' for a long time. Tomorrow
At ten o'clock in the morning, we will gather at the special forces field training base in the south of city A. Let's go and relax, completely...relax, relax, relax, relax..."
