Yu Buhuan swallowed and stared at the chicken drumstick in Jiao Li's hand. The fists in his sleeves loosened and tightened, tightened and loosened again. It was like a battle between heaven and man.
Jiao Li pretended to shake the chicken leg in his hand, and said: "I have gone around the whole kitchen, and only this chicken leg is left. It has been soaked in the old stew for a long time, and even the bones are flavored..."
"Stop talking, okay?" Yu Buhuan couldn't help but roared. Either give it to her to eat, or get out of here with the chicken legs.
Do you think she can't see what this bastard is doing?
Just like teasing prey, you must play with it first, and then throw the food over to it as if it is a favor.
Seeing the angry look on her face, Jiao Li couldn't help but laugh and said, "How can you be so arrogant when asking for help?"
"Who begged you, who begged you?" Yu Buhuan was furious, but his eyes were always staring at the chicken drumstick in Jiao Li's hand.
If I had known that I would starve, I should have surrendered to the master beforehand. The old man's stunts would not be as bad as Jiao Li's, holding food in front of her for a long time but never giving it to her.
Thinking of this, Yu Buhuan felt annoyed for a while.
"Maybe if you beg me, I'll give it to you."
"No need to talk." She turned her head away proudly, and at this moment, the chicken drumstick was stuffed into her mouth without any bias.
Yu Buhuan bit the chicken leg in disbelief and looked at him in confusion.
Jiao Li clapped his hands indifferently, sat on the floor, and said in a leisurely tone: "After eating, remember to throw the bones away."
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For a person who has been hungry for two meals, a chicken leg really doesn't do much, but it is much better than continuing to starve. Yu Buhuan belched, raised his arms, and threw the bone to the
Eight feet away, and then returned to the original place angrily and sat down on his knees.
Jiao Li did not leave. He was leaning on one leg, with his whole body in a lazy state, his back against the wall. The moonlight filtered in from the window and hit his perfect face, half bright and half dark.
As the saying goes, eating people has a short mouth and being soft-handed when taking advantage of others. Yu Buhuan suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
"well……"
Jiao Li tilted his head lazily and raised his charming eyes, seemingly charming, but in fact only those who knew him knew that this man's smile was always accompanied by blood, violence and killing.
"Why are you so kind today?" This is not his style at all.
"Are you saying that giving you a chicken leg is a kindness?" Jiao Li asked with a look of regret on his face, squinting his eyes.
"Of course, you don't look like that kind of person."
"What kind of person?"
Since he asked this, Yu Buhuan was not going to hide it. She said straightforwardly: "I'll be grateful if you don't add insult to injury. How dare you ask for help in times of need?"
To be honest, she had a good impression of Xuanyuan Mu. The man looked aloof and cold, but he would never plot behind his back, because some proud people simply did not bother to use such dirty tricks.
Jiao Li is different. He gives people the impression that as long as he can achieve his goal, he can use any means.
"Since you know that I am such a person, why do you still dare to eat the food I give you?" At that moment, Jiao Li's eyes were extremely evil.
His heartbeat couldn't help but skip a beat, and Yu Buhuan took a sharp breath: "You poisoned the chicken legs?"
