"Or...I can also find someone to teach you martial arts? If you really don't want to break up." Hao Bufan thought of the novel he accidentally read.
If you encounter a domestically violent man and cannot get a divorce, then use magic to defeat the magic.
"No... no need."
"I was not bullied or subjected to domestic violence." Sun Honghong pinned her hair unnaturally with her hands, feeling very nervous.
"If Mr. Hao is okay, then I will leave first."
Hao Bufan: "Are you sure?"
"Sure." Sun Honghong pulled the corners of her lips and tried her best to smile.
"How can these young lovers not quarrel?"
Hao Bufan: "But..."
Hao Bufan silently looked at the scabbed wound behind Sun Honghong's ear and said, okay, you are doing something good, just do your best.
Hao Bufan: "Then...then you go to bed early and I won't waste your time."
Sun Honghong nodded and ran towards her villa in a hurry.
He didn't even take two steps before he fell to the ground while holding his wound.
Hao Bufan stood up subconsciously, and suddenly there was a pressure on his left shoulder, which pushed him into the wheelchair. He raised his head and met Ling Yan's sarcastic smile.
In a daze, the woman on the ground had already gotten up on her own.
When Sun Honghong entered the villa, Ling Yan took back his hand and said with a faint smile: "Little guy, it's a good thing to have a kind heart, but you are not the savior either."
"There are some people who don't know the pain until they fall a lot."
Hao Bufan nodded.
"I understand, let's go back." He and Sun Honghong were not familiar with each other, and being reminded to this extent was something he would never do before.
He was just a little confused as to why he still had to endure it even though he was injured like that.
love...
Is this how you get people to take advantage of you?
If Bai Linlang beat him every day...
No, she can't beat him ╮(╯▽╰)╭, this assumption doesn't seem to hold true.
But if you are a teacher...
The young man's eyes that were staring ahead suddenly deviated slightly and looked in the direction of the man.
There was no one in the seat next to him.
Hao Bufan was stunned.
"Three fires?
"Ah... what an unpleasant name." The man's lazy voice came from behind him.
Hao Bufan turned around and saw Ling Yan sitting under the tree where he and Sun Honghong were chatting just now. He was slumped on the tree as if he had no bones, and his eyes were closed.
Hao Bufan was very suspicious. If he hadn't noticed his absence, Ling Yan might have fallen asleep.
"Then...Uncle Xiaohuo, why don't you get up and follow me?" Hao Bufan turned the wheelchair and slid back to Ling Yan.
Ling Yan took a deep breath, sat on the ground with his hands in his hands, and watched the young man coming slowly under the moonlight, with a faint smile on his thin lips.
"Because I can't get up."
Hao Bufan was slightly startled.
Worry appeared on the handsome young man's face: "Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
Ling Yan shook his head: "No."
The confusion on the young man's face became even more intense.
"That..."
Ling Yan stretched out his hands towards him, and his voice was filled with moisture because of his strong sleepiness: "I'm sleepy, I have no strength."
"You have to give me a kiss and a hug from Xiao Fanfan before you can get up."
Plop——
Hao Bufan shook his hand and directly pressed the emergency brake of the wheelchair. The seat of the wheelchair was raised, which directly launched him out of the wheelchair.
The direction of the bullet was in the direction of Ling Yan, but the distance was not enough. Even if Ling Yan had already reacted and reached out to catch him, it was still a step too late, and the young man plunged into the sand.
Hao Bufan, who was forced to eat a mouthful of sand, coughed violently and wanted to get up. However, the sand was too soft and had little support. Before his upper body could fully lift off the ground, he lay down again.
Hao Bufan:......
Ling Yan:0,0
Realizing that Xiao Pingfan didn't seem to be seriously injured, Ling Yan slowly moved to his side.
Yes, move.
Ling Yan sat next to Hao Bufan and tapped his forehead with a finger.
"Fanfan, I know you have wanted to get close to me as your teacher for a long time, but you don't want to pay such a big courtesy."
Hao Bufan:o(╯□╰)o
Hao Bufan: "I didn't."
Ling Yan smiled and spread his hands: "Then get up by yourself."
Hao Bufan:???
Hao Bufan raised his head, his big eyes full of shock, and his black pupils almost glowed green!
"teacher!!"
Ling Yan reached out and rubbed his head: "Be good."
Hao Bufan turned away awkwardly, and Ling Yan followed suit.
Repeated several times, he buried his face directly in the sand, trying to turn into an ostrich.
Ling Yan was happy, dragging his chin to check the numbers.
"1...2...3..."
Hao Bufan:???
The damn desire to win suddenly came over him, and Hao Bufan held his breath in the sand and concentrated.
Ten seconds later, the man coughed violently with his face covered in sand.
Ling Yan:......
╮(╯▽╰)╭, this little apprentice’s extra point seems to really only add appearance but not brains.
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Although this was not his first time at the beach, Mr. Hao still had insomnia.
But Ling Bingbing had already gone to bed, and he couldn't toss his little wife any more, so he drifted outside, hoping to enjoy the breeze at the beach.
Because his eldest nephew lived downstairs from him, he deliberately walked out of the window in order not to scare him.
What a coincidence that the window of his villa was facing Song Yu's.
Song Yu has always been interested in Hao Bufan's body (not).
This time I came, I also secretly brought a pair of binoculars.
Feeling guilty, when Xiao Chenchen suggested sleeping in a separate room, although he was angry, he still agreed.
It wasn't until 2 o'clock that he took out his telescope and lay down by the window.
Worried that a camera might capture his behavior, he deliberately looked at the sky with his binoculars for a while, and then secretly moved the camera little by little to the direction of Ling Bingbing's room.
Looking left and right, up and down, he saw Hao Bufan and a servant going out and coming in again.
There was no trace of the person he wanted to touch.
When he was debating whether to sleep or not, the wind started blowing outside the window at dusk, and the white gauze curtain danced with the wind, gently patting his face, like the brush of a woman's white and cold fingers, making Song Yu's whole body tense instantly.
The memory of the dead attacked him again in an instant.
He swallowed hard, listening to the strange noise coming from his throat, and did not dare to move.
The white gauze continued to sway, and the dense leaves danced in the moonlight. Song Yu's breathing became lighter and lighter, for fear that he would accidentally disturb anyone.
After a while, his entire back was soaked with sweat.
But he still didn't dare to move.
I don't dare to look back.
It wasn't until the wind stopped and the curtains stopped dancing that he picked up his binoculars again and started looking around.
The curtains in Ling Bingbing's room were opened at some point. Under a high-power lens, he could even see the carved patterns on the coffin in the room.
The coffin lid is open!
Song Yu was very excited, and the fingers holding the coffin board turned purple.
He stood on tiptoes hard, trying to see clearly who was inside.
But the height was not high enough. No matter how he looked, he could only see the faint shadow reflected on the coffin plate.
There really is something in the coffin!
I just don't know what it is...
he...
"Does it look good?" A voice sounded behind him in the evening.
Song Yu was a little impatient: "I haven't seen it yet, how do I know if it looks good or not."
"Oh?" The male voice behind him became a little colder.
Song Yu was startled at first, and then a cold current rushed straight to the Tianling Cap!