222. Chapter 222 222 If you admit it, you will die!
In the corridor, a tall, handsome man hugged Hu Yueyue. The doting on his lips and the tenderness in his eyes were undisguised. The corners of his lips moved slightly, "Yueyue, don't cry. Tell..."
Before the man could finish speaking, he suddenly heard a low, condensing and domineering voice of command.
He slowly raised his head and looked at the speaker. What jumped into his eyes was a straight military green figure. Upon closer inspection, the corners of his eyebrows moved slightly, and it was him - the man in the photo!
He raised the corners of his lips and smiled softly, "Are you talking about me?" The voice spoke slowly, even word by word.
Song Tianlang raised his eyebrows, "Don't you know this about yourself yet?"
"I'm sorry, I really don't have one!" The man said, hugging Hu Yueyue even tighter, and gently patted the body that was twisting in her arms.
Song Tianlang's face was as calm as the sea, and the condensed murderous aura slowly overflowed. His eyes turned slightly and fell on Hu Yueyue, "March, whose daughter-in-law are you? Don't come here yet!" There was a domineering tone in his tone.
A hint of danger.
When Hu Yueyue heard the voice, she squirmed even more violently in the man's arms. Uncle Song was going to be angry, but she would be in trouble.
She couldn't help but feel a little anxious, but she was hugged tightly by the man, and her whole face was pressed against his chest, almost squeezing her into a pie-face!
However, when the man heard Song Tianlang's words, he smiled more and more elegantly, raised the corners of his lips, and raised the corners of his eyes, "I can understand that you are jealous now?" He was jealous, look like this
Son, should be able to protect this idiot.
"I'm not that boring!" Leng Ning's voice was obviously aggravated, and his brows were furrowed tightly.
When the man's voice sounded, Hu Yueyue's body in the man's arms froze and stopped moving. She was even slightly nervous about Song Tianlang's answer in her heart.
However, Song Tianlang's answer couldn't help but make her angry. She reached out and pinched the handsome man's waist hard, "Hu Heran, let me go!" There was a condensed commanding voice.
'Hiss' the man let go and covered his waist, his handsome features were a little distorted, "Yueyue, do you want to murder your brother? Can't you be gentle?"
Song Tianlang raised his eyebrows, then frowned and relaxed.
Brother? March’s brother—Hu Heran! No wonder—
With her sexy thin lips pursed, Song Tianlang stepped forward, took Hu Yueyue's hand, and said in a deep voice: "March, won't you introduce me?"
However, the moment Hu Yueyue's hand was touched by Song Tianlang, she threw it away, "Song Tianlang, don't touch me!" The voice was sharp and angry, "Being jealous is a very boring thing, so please don't touch me.
I’m such a boring person!”
After saying that, he waved his hands and was about to leave. He raised his feet and then paused, turning his head to look at Song Tianlang, "Introduction? Introduction to what? Don't you always have no problems with your ears?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he left without stopping this time. His face was full of annoyance and disappointment. Song Tianlang, what you said last night was all nonsense. You will die if you admit it!
When Song Tianlang faced Hu Yueyue's inexplicable anger, some monks who were two feet tall were confused. However, he was a little unhappy because he could not hold the piece of catkin in his empty palm.
But an excellent and well-educated man would never show any inappropriateness in front of another equally well-mannered man, leaving others with something to talk about. So he simply reached out to Hu Heran decisively and said: "I am Song Tianlang, I was rude just now.