Jian Xing and Yang Song were stunned for a moment, and both looked at the door.
Yang Zhihong was seen standing at the door of the yard, glaring at them, as if he was trying to capture or rape them.
"You...don't talk nonsense, I'm just moving things."
Yang Song came back to his senses, glanced at Jian Xing, then looked at Yang Zhihong, and hurriedly explained: "Don't speak so harshly."
Yang Zhihong's face turned the color of pig liver, and she glared at Yang Song angrily: "Don't you know she is married? Why do you have to get together with her?"
"what are you talking about?"
Yang Song was stunned for a moment, and there was a trace of anger on his dark face: "Why are you getting more and more outrageous? What happened to me helping her move things? Are you too lenient?"
"Yang Song, you..."
Yang Zhihong choked, glared at him angrily, and then looked at Jian Xing: "Jian Xing, my second brother is still at home, are you so eager to hook up with someone else?"
"Why did I hook up with someone?"
"I am not angry!"
Jian Xing's brows twitched suddenly, and his face darkened: "What happened when I bought something and he delivered it? Can you stop being like a mad dog, always barking and biting?"
"Yang Zhihong, isn't it funny what you said?"
Jian Xing looked at Yang Zhihong impatiently: "Either get out or shut up, do you understand?"
After coming back to her senses, she twitched the corner of her mouth fiercely and said angrily: "Your sister is here to make trouble, you can't hear it, right?"
Yang Zhihong glared at her angrily: "You have no right to squander my second brother's money!"
This Yang Zhihong is no ordinary trouble!
Looking back, she saw Yang Yuheng walking out of the room, looking at her deeply with a hint of inquiry.
This Yang Zhihong is really stupid!
However, it's all Jian Xing's fault!
If it weren't for her, how could she be so embarrassed?
After saying that, she looked at Yang Song aside: "Brother Yang, help me move to the room!"
It’s endless, right?
"What's the meaning?"
Jian Xing looked at Yang Zhihong with a half-smile: "Aren't you afraid of really ruining your image?"
"Yang Zhihong, if nothing happens, you can get out."
"Okay, you lead the way."
Jian Xing took a deep breath and couldn't bear it anymore: "You don't need me to beat him out with a broom, do you?"
The sudden sound startled Jian Xing.
Yang Zhihong's face suddenly turned pale, she froze, and she babbled but didn't know what to say.
The corner of Jian Xing's mouth twitched slightly: "Isn't it normal for him to bring something over when I buy something and move it back to the house? Are you being too nosy?"
Yang Song looked at Yang Zhihong with confusion, "What on earth do you want to do?"
"Brother Yang, thank you for your hard work."
Jian Xing looked at Yang Zhihong's leaving figure, and his face darkened. It seemed that Yang Zhihong still didn't give up!
However, she wanted to see what other tricks she could play?
Of course, it won't be as simple as a slap next time.
"I'm not qualified, but you are?"
"No, you need time and energy to do this. If you don't charge me, I will refund it to you."
"Jian Xing, why do you say that?"
What's more, everything is Yang Zhihong's secret love, and Yang Song seems to have no idea at all!
Yang Zhihong put her hands on her hips and glared at Jian Xing angrily. She seemed to have thought of something and was very excited: "Jian Xing, did you get your money by doing something shameful?"
"you dare?"
"I……"
"What happened?"
How could a man dare to marry her if she was so jealous without a name or status?
Although Yang Song is honest and honest, he is not a fool!
When you see her being unreasonable and arrogant like a shrew, how can you dare to provoke her?
Yang Song looked a little unnatural and coughed slightly in embarrassment: "Please step aside, I still have something to do!"
Especially when he met Jian Xing's cold eyes, he felt panic rising in his heart, and subconsciously wanted to run away.
Yang Yuheng narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the two people in the room one after another, his eyes becoming dark.
"That's right, if I move mine, what does it have to do with you?"
Seeing her aggressive tone, Yang Yuheng frowned slightly.
I saw Jian Xing slapped Yang Zhihong without hesitation, and his tone was even more penetrating: "Yang Zhihong, shut up your bitch! Just because I tolerate you doesn't mean I'm afraid of you. This slap will make you remember it for a long time. Next
If you dare to rant again, I will never be as polite as today. Get out of here..."
"What does this have to do with you?"
"No, I..."
Thinking of this, when she looked at Jian Xing, her eyes seemed to be quenched with poison, and she wished she could just poison her to death.
Yang Zhihong was choked again, and his expression turned extremely ugly.
Her hands subconsciously clenched the corners of her clothes, and she gritted her teeth in anger. She couldn't help but say to Jian Xing again: "Jian Xing, where did you get the money to buy these things?"
Yes, why didn't she think of this?
"Then... just give me some casually?"
Yang Zhihong was stunned for a moment, his face turned green and white, and he stamped his feet in anger: "You shameless woman!"
Jian Xing couldn't keep up with his rhythm. He was stunned for a moment, with a complicated expression: "Yes! Otherwise, can I find a broken table in the room and use it?"
Yang Zhihong looked stunned, stroking his beaten face, a little unable to react.
Yang Zhihong was stunned for a moment and looked at her in disbelief: "It's not my second brother's money, where did you get the money?"
When she regained consciousness, her body trembled inexplicably, and there was a coldness that penetrated her bones.
That cold yet tall and tall figure made Jian Xing stunned again, and the voice of Xiao Shuai inexplicably came to mind...the so-called mission.
However, when she stepped out of the courtyard, she still held her neck and shouted: "Jian Xing, just wait for me..."
A sneer appeared on Jian Xing's lips: "Also, when did I say that the money spent belongs to your second brother?"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was only a 'pop' sound.
Jian Xing and Yang Song walked out of the house and asked, "How much does this cost?"
"Jian Xing, who do you think is a dog?"
"Yang Zhihong, do you want your face to look like this?"
Seeing him turning around to move the desk, Yang Zhihong couldn't help but said again: "Can't she move it by herself? Why should you move it?"
Yang Song glanced at the expressionless Yang Yuheng, bent down, picked up the desk, and walked into the room.
The next second, his eyes fell on Yang Song, who was embarrassed at the side, and he meant something: "Buy a desk?"
However, when she looked at Yang Song, she cooed, a little aggrieved: "Brother Yang, I...I didn't mean it, don't be angry."
Yang Song scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed and hesitant: "I just want to repay you for your help that day."
Jian Xing was speechless, but looked at him seriously: "Brother Yang, that day was just an accident. I will help even if it is someone else, so you don't have to worry about it all the time. And since the tables and chairs are customized by me, then
I must pay you. Is this clear?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Yuheng handed over some pictures of Mao Zedong: "Is this five hundred yuan enough?"