The Devil King of fast wear was a little sweet ( Machine Translation )

"Choose for yourself? " The gentle expression turned into a sneer.

Xie Ming sneered and raised his right hand toward Xia Ling.

There was a note between his fingers. It was the note that Xia Ling had received from the fresh meat.

There was also a wechat account on the back of the piece of paper. From the scrawled handwriting, it was obvious that the person who wrote it was a man, and he had written it in a hurry.

"Don't tell me that he just wants to be good friends with you. "

Xia Ling was speechless.

From an adult's point of view, such a small piece of paper in the entertainment industry had never been anything good.

However, she couldn't just throw away the piece of paper regardless of the occasion. If it got out, it would be a huge problem.

"You stole my stuff! Give it back to me! " Xia Ling could only make a fuss out of nothing.

The original owner was a person who made trouble for no reason. She went around and snatched the note from Xie Ming's hand.

Xie Ming relied on his height that was a head taller than Xia Ling to easily tear the note into pieces. He then took Xia Ling's hand and placed the paper foam in her palm.

"Here you go. If you want to fight again, you can do it yourself. I have faith in you. "

Xia Ling's aura was not light.

This was a blatant provocation.

She raised her foot and fiercely stomped on Xie Ming's casual leather shoes.

When that force fell, she still felt that it was not enough and twisted it.

Xie Ming grunted, and his expression changed slightly.

Seeing that his injuries were not light, Xia Ling turned around and quickly walked away, quickly leaving the scene of the 'accident' .

The original owner, Xia Ling, was only 20 years old. She could not act mature and calm to confront Xie Ming.

The 28-year-old Xie Ming was not too old, but to the original owner, who had just turned 18, he was a 'little uncle' or an old man, a dull blockhead who never understood romance.

In the original owner's memories that Xia Ling had obtained, when she had just awakened her gender consciousness, she still liked Xie Ming's gentle type very much.

However, Xie Ming did not like her. He had never treated her as a woman. Sometimes, when she wore something cooler, he would look at her indifferently.

Xie Ming raised his head to look at her. He frowned, but he did not agree with her.

"blow-dry your hair. Even the floor is wet. "

The original owner was very frustrated.

Later on, she dispelled the idea that she should not have had for Xie Ming and no longer treated him as a person.

Xie Ming was a wooden old man

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There were some dark histories. Although it was the original owner who did it, Xia Ling really did not want to recall them now.

The original owner had lived with Xie Ming for too long. In the beginning, she was a missy who was willing to do anything for him. Xie Ming washed her underwear by hand... ...

Ah Ah, she was so ashamed that she exploded.

Xia Ling's face turned red. She was walking in front, wearing casual white shoes. She walked with her long legs, and her hurried back looked like the wind.

Xie Ming stood beside the car and squatted down with the help of the car. It took him quite a while to recover from the pain.

This neighborhood was the assigned room for university professors. As he squatted there, a few groups of colleagues came over.

"Professor Xie, are you okay? "

"Professor Xie... What happened to your foot? Do you want me to send you to the hospital? "

There was a large footprint on that casual leather shoe. It looked quite delicate. It belonged to a girl.

He was stomped on by a girl in broad daylight. Did he get into trouble with a peach blossom?

The people who came to question him were more or less gossipy.

The side profile of Xie Ming, who used to attend classes, was taken by the students. The photos were posted online. A group of netizens were clamoring to lick the screen, Glory World Beauty, other people's teachers, and so on.

The existence of single professor Xie was very unfriendly to other male teachers in the same school.