Chapter 1301 (1/2)

Night Qingluo coughs gently, reminding Yan Xiaoyi: ”since the West young master has no opinion, then the matter of marriage will not be mentioned for the time being. The most important thing for us now is to hurt...”

”Don't you mind?” Qiao Jin suddenly stood up, his face iron blue, cold staring at the West Shanglan, ”have you ever thought about Xiaoyi hanging your fiancee title, but you have not married her home, in the eyes of the outside world, what will be handed down?”

”And you!”

Qiao Jin's arrow pointed to the night Qingluo: ”Xiaoyi is not only your member, but also your friend. How can you dedicate her whole life's happiness to the world group?”

Qiao Jin's groundless rage made several people suddenly silent down.

Even glass cat, who was originally fluttering butterflies in the flower group, looked at it.

When he saw three people, he was staring at Qiao Jin all the time, and no one spoke.

Glass Cat hopped, cleverly turned over the bamboo pole, and jumped directly to the side of the night.

He immediately learned to look at Qiao Jin.

Confused by the glass cat, several people's eyes are staggered.

Qiao Jin tightened his fist and lowered his voice: ”Qingluo, your consideration is not comprehensive. It is sooner or later that Xi Shaoye and Xiaoyi get married. Since Xi Shaoye is willing to let Xiaoyi live the life she wants after the marriage, on the 20th of this month... ”

”Pa!”

A crisp slap stopped Qiao Jin's rambling words.

Yan Xiaoyi held up her hands, her delicate body trembled slightly, and glared at this A man with plain appearance but a pair of eyes is so bright and charming.

From the palm came the burning numbness and pain.

Slender fingers, one by one tight, gradually clench into a fist.

She held her head high, her eyes flushed, and looked at Qiao Jin coldly. The smile in her mouth was very cold.

Qiao Jin's cheek was red and swollen.

Even the lips, all exuded a trace of blood.

It can be seen that Yan Xiaoyi's slap, how cruel it is.

However, Qiao Jin didn't seem to notice the pain brought about by the slap, just staring at Yan Xiaoyi.

”Qiao Jin, when I get married and when I get married, that's my business. It has nothing to do with you.” Yan Xiaoyi's cold voice said word by word.

There was a strong anger in her tone.