MTL - Reborn as a Good Child-Chapter 31 I did not do anything!

Everything at that time, now I think it’s incredible. Maybe it’s the last crazy counterattack before death. If you come again, even if you are in good condition, he doesn’t know if you can kill these three people. He still remembers. The steel bar covered with blood and brains, he still lingered in his hands, and finally used it to make a fake attack, which led the police who came in and shot and killed himself.

After he was born again, he broke the relationship with the former friends of the wine and meat, and all his heart was on his family. Feng Qun called him several times. He hung up when he saw it. He didn't expect it, but he met here.

When I saw this person, those unbearable and disgusting memories screamed and rushed into his mind. Feng Qun’s face was broken after he broke his head, and he smiled when he stole his company’s secrets. Later, when he humiliated himself, he smirked his face, he used a rock to smash, and he used his foot to smash his face with a twisted face. He pressed his face when he invaded, his face was full of blood, and his head was bloody. The hole, the eyes full of fear, and the unspeakable face seem to be in front of you, and gradually overlap with the face in front of him.

Bai Yihan got his eyes congested, stepping back, but the terrace was so big. Before he fled, Feng Qun had already greeted him. He grabbed his hand and his face was flattering. Dao: "Three little, why didn't you come out to play recently? I can't get through the call, and my brothers haven't seen you for a long time."

Bai Yihan couldn't tell the past and present. He only felt that the hand caught by Feng Qun was sticky and disgusting. Feng Qun was close to his own breath and made his scalp numb. He made a tragic scream, crazy. Taking advantage of the hand that was caught, I desperately wanted to escape home.

Feng Qun was scared by him, thinking about this good-natured fool. What happened today? are you crazy?

Bai Yihan was really scared. He didn't even dare to look at Feng Qun's face. He only wanted to get rid of him. However, Feng Qun was also scared, and his hands forgot to let go, but instead subconsciously. Grab it tighter.

The people at the banquet were shocked by this fierce cry. They stopped talking and looked at this side. The whole thing happened long. In fact, there was only one sentence of work. Mu Jingyuan has been following the distance far away. One culvert, when I saw the accident there, I hurriedly strode over, and Bai Yihan, who was going to scare him crazy, hugged him in his arms, and saw that he was still mad and kept holding the hand that was caught. His face is as dark as eating people.

He held Bai Yihan firmly in both hands, afraid that he hurt himself with excitement, and looked at Feng Qun with a gloomy look. His voice seemed to carry ice: "Don't let go?"

Feng Qun was stabbed by his gaze, his hair was erected, and his back quickly became a white sweat. When he heard his words, he quickly released his hands and lifted his hands to step back two steps, affirming Road: "Mu Zong, I have done nothing, I don't know why Bai Sanshao will become like this!"

After Bai Yihan was released, he finally stopped screaming. The emotions were stable, but he kept licking the hand that had been caught, like a layer of skin.

Mu Jingyuan is simply distressed, his little prince, this hand is his favorite place, its bones are beautiful, his fingers are long, it seems to be the perfect masterpiece of God, because there are always people who say that such a beautiful hand does not play the piano. Unfortunately, I also went to learn piano.

But now the right hand with a delicate skin, like a jade carving, has been flushed by himself, as if the next moment will be bloody.

Mu Jingyuan quickly held his hand, stopped his self-harm, surrounded his arms, and trapped his whole person in his arms. The anger in his heart has already shown the potential of the original. This is the confession of Feng Qun’s bastard. What have you done? Why is his little prince making such a fierce cry?