Chapter 145: Target

Chapter 145

From the disaster maker to the victim, the big change in identity is to let the fallen Ye Ying have been gnashing his teeth to the five senses, so that she can still escape!

The students in the restaurant stood up, and the sudden changes occurred, not only the students but also the teachers.

The two men who rushed out from behind the bamboo curtains quietly retreated back. Han Han, who was sitting in the back chair, was surprised: "Is the reaction so fast, practiced?"

"Let's practice, it's not bad." Xia Jinyuan, who is dull inside, poured a cup of tea for himself, and collected the cold cold light in the black scorpion between the eyebrows and the tea. If Ye Jian is not wary, then The bowl of hot soup can all be drenched on her.

Ye Ying, really is poisonous!

Han Hao slightly licked the slender wind and peach eyes, and nodded after a long time: "It's really good."

"Is there anything, is there anything?" The girl sitting next to Ye Jian was so scared that her lips were pale and she asked Ye Jian. "Is it hot? Let me see!"

Already scared, there is a crying sound.

Another girl had a temper and was standing up and facing the disaster. Ye Ying, who was kneeling on the ground, yelled: "Is there anything wrong!! The waiters reminded me that the soup is coming. Do you have any? I have a long brain! I know I don’t know, this bowl of soup is almost completely poured on Ye Jian!"

The girl is a Beijinger, she speaks straight, but she is a little bit heavy, and she cries out Ye Ying, who is scalding herself.

Gao Yanyang came over from another table and looked at the angry Jingli girl with a sigh of relief. He slammed down and said to Ye Ying, who had just made a scream, "Is it hot? Where is it?"

Only he was concerned about Ye Ying who was kneeling on the ground, and the rest of the students frowned and looked at the two.

"If you burn yourself, don't worry about other people!" Jingli girls saw this and didn't say anything more. Instead, they asked Ye Jian. "Or, let's go back to the room and go to play early tomorrow morning."

Ye Jianchao smiled at the girl, bent over and lifted the overturned chair. Step by step, he did not get up in the ground, playing the victim's Ye Ying, slowly bending over.

"Ye Ying, many lines of injustice will be self-sufficient, you really want to be thankful that you have overturned the bowl of hot soup, if..." In the high-tensioned and tight line of sight, Ye Jian has gently plunged into her ear. On the other hand, if the exhalation is cold, it is a word like a needle tip. "If it is a knife or the like, you are afraid that you will abolish one of them."

"I don't want me to participate in Orsay, so I want to find a way to harm me? Hey, Ye Ying, Ye Ying, what is a bowl of hot soup, I am waiting for you to enlarge."

Her voice was so low that only two people could hear it. Ye Ying was shocked by the sound of a needle, and she suddenly panicked.

The mind is tightly buried, the nails are stinging their own arms, and they endure not looking up, just whispering.

Gao Yanyang saw this, and did not blame Ye Jian for anything, but whispered a sentence, "Go back to the room to soak in water, or it will grow blisters." Then, he ran across the direction of Ye Yingchao's accommodation.

"The waiter, go find a scald plaster." Teacher Zhu came over from the teacher's table. Instead of catching up, she went to Ye Jian and patted her shoulder lightly. "You go back to the room to rest. The teacher will handle it."

Have a good meal, but have made such a thing, first look at how Ye Ying’s burns are.

Regularly update the first one, there will be a second more at two o'clock, 8:30 in the evening, 4:30 in the evening.

(End of this chapter)