Zhu Yan grabbed the singer and pulled him to the bed.

He stood high, staring at her: "Then tell me, what's going on?"

Yange bowed her head and buried her head almost into the quilt: "I made it myself, the pressure is too great, and I can't sleep very hard ..."

"Too much pressure?" Zhu Yan leaned down, grabbed her ankle, and pulled the person to the bed.

Then she crouched down, touched her hair with her fingers, and said softly, "Oh? Then what are you stressing?"

"I can't go in recently." Yan Ge closed his eyes and sucked his nose. "I can't read any books, I don't want to go home, I don't want to go to school, I don't want to go anywhere, I just want to hang around. What a mess, what will my mother do, and what will I do in the future? I can't do this all the time ... "

"I can't live the person I hate the most, but when I want to work hard, I can't work hard, I feel very uncomfortable and confused."

She opened her eyes, tears in her eyelashes, and her teary eyes were blank and helpless.

Like a lost beast, helpless and poor.

"Mr. Zhu, how can I be as strong as you?"

He stared at her, his lips raised, and he smiled lowly: "You can be stronger than me."

He grabbed the back of her hand, put it on his lips, and kissed: "Men conquer the world, women conquer men, you don't need to do anything, as long as you conquer me, you can be stronger than me."

The words seemed to fail to understand and stared at him.

Such a silly look pleased Zhu Ye, Zhu Ye smiled low, stretched out her hand, and rubbed her head: "Do you have confidence in yourself?"

Yange shook her head, and when Zhu Xi wanted to cheer her up and encouraged her to have a little confidence in herself, she first said, "You are too old, and you are still promiscuous. I don't want to waste my life on you. "

Zhu Yan: ... The smile on his face freezes instantly.

The expression staring at Yan Song was even more obscure and faintly threatening.

But Yange didn't seem to feel the emotion conveyed in his eyes. He lowered his eyes and continued to say lowly: "The love of death is particularly widespread now, and there is a latency period. If there is a woman who does it with you during the latency period, After that, you will definitely be contagious if you do with me again. I have to worry about it for a long time after I am with you. If I live this kind of life, I will despair.

Zhu Yuan: ...

He couldn't sustain even a smile on his face after being hit twice, and stared fiercely at Yange, "Since it's so disgusting, then get out of your way, do you treat me like you?"

"You must not be rare." Yan Ge looked up timidly, glanced at him, and continued to say, "But my mother is sick, needs money, and needs you to help me."

Zhu Yan sneered twice, reached out and grabbed Yan Ge's shoulders, forced her to approach him, and gritted his teeth and said, "Will your mother be a watchmaker and set up an archway?"

Mr. Zhu's gentle mask was torn off by anger.

Yange didn't say anything. She bit her lip, tears in her eyes, and looked at him in shock and fear, her body shaking slightly.

It's like a beast that only faces a beast, but wants to avoid it, but the scared leg can't run softly.

Zhu Yan froze and pulled her pants.

Yange hurriedly hugged him at all: "Mr. Zhu, I, I'm wrong, don't be angry."

Does being angry mean not being angry?

The maggots were so mad that they exploded.