Chapter 141 (1/2)

From just the fantasy to now, Wei Yan's cold face is full of enchanting smile, every word and action is full of uninhibited and arrogant.

Wei Yan gives people the feeling of being gentle and steady, with an introverted high cold temperament.

The two personalities are totally different personalities.

”Shen Qu, you have to cry for me.” Wei Chen's voice is full of laughter. It seems that Zheng Quzhi's action just pleased him. He kicked the woman again.

”When did I cry?” Zheng Qu knew how angry he was, and roared at the top of his voice.

Wei Chen had already stepped on the football in front of him.

It's like the football was scalded by something hot. The horrible big mouth spits out Zheng Quzhi's feet, and the whole ball quickly melts, emitting a stench.

Looking at the unknown mucus and blood on his feet, Zheng Quzhi vomited twice and wished to cut off the leg.

Before Wei Chen grinned, the scene around him changed again.

”Well?” Looking at the surrounding environment, Wei Chen seems to find something interesting, ”this is the illusion of evil spirits in football?”

Zheng Quzhi quickly looked around and concluded: ”it's a woman's home.”

With that, he pushed Wei Chen away from him and walked toward the bathroom. All he wants now is to wash his feet! It's disgusting!

That pair of small ball shoes was thrown into the corner by him, barefoot girl with brush hard brush. White tender feet on the son soon float a piece of red, there are a few broken skin.

”Hello Wei Chen, who was leaning against the door, could not see any more. He frowned slightly and went straight to grab the brush and throw it into the garbage can. At last, he grabbed the small bench on one side and sat down.

Before Zheng Quzhi could react, his waist was hooked by Wei Chen. Wei Chen's strength is so strong that Zheng Quzhi is caught in his arms.

Mm-hmm?

Zheng Quzhi blinked, then his feet suddenly became cold. Wei Chen held his feet and felt that his feet were rubbed by Wei Chen's hands. Zheng Quzhi had a black face: ”are you sick

He didn't like Wei Chen at all. He didn't feel comfortable with Wei Chen. In addition, Wei Chen bit his neck with scars. Zheng Quzhi was even more unhappy with Wei Chen.

”How lovely.” Wei Chen's attention was focused on that tender white foot. He pinched it again. His love in his eyes almost overflowed: ”Shen Qu, I don't know you still have such lovely feet.”

”I'll go to your mother's foot fetish!” Zheng Quzhi clenched his teeth and banged his elbow back. When Wei Chen was in pain, he broke his hand. He quickly got up and walked several steps outside, deliberately widening the distance between them.

Wei Chen took back his eyes with regret, and used to pick up: ”boring.”

Say it, get up from the bench. He was about to speak when his feet slipped.

Dong -

hearing such a loud noise behind him, Zheng Quzhi turned around and saw Wei Yan lying face down on the ground. All of a sudden, Zheng Quzhi breathed heavily, and could not care whether he was Wei Yan or Wei Chen. He ran back to help him, ”didn't it hurt?”

He looked down at Wei Yan's face.

Damn it, Wei Chen himself fell even if, how the hell did Wei Yan's face be broken?!!