Cao Zijian's hand paused in midair.

He stared at the song, his face changed a little, but in the end, his fingers were squeezed tightly, and he let it go slowly.

The anger on his face faded into a stormy calm, he stared at Yange and asked, "What do you want?"

She must have been asking for something, so she kept paying attention to him, and holding on to his evidence, she didn't send it to the coach.

As long as there is demand, everything is easy to say.

Thinking about it that way, Cao Zijian's heart completely calmed down, and he stared at Yange with a mock face: "What do you want?"

Yange poked his jaw with a gun: "Guess!"

Cao Zijian wanted to laugh, but he couldn't laugh. His face was tense, for fear that Yange would wipe his gun and go away. He tried to **** Yange's gun several times, but was afraid of hurting himself by mistake.

"This is not the place to speak." He said to Yange, "How about we find a place to talk?"

Yange shook his head: "I have no intention of talking to you for the time being."

She withdrew the gun, took away the bullet box, and threw the gun to Cao Zijian: "Don't bother me in the future. If there is any wind blowing around me, I will immediately send all those things to the commander."

She smiled at Cao Zijian, and said, "I have more things in my hand than you think. You better stay calm."

"Okay." Cao Zijian slowly put the gun back into the holster, and he also smiled and said, "I'll take it easy."

The words fell and turned, opened the door to leave, and there was no wind at all, even without turning back.

He always thought that Fang Caiyin was a canary in a cage. Although he had claws, it was just a decoration.

He was deliberately going to meet her, and in fact he wanted to avenge her "halfway abandonment".

He devised countless ways to meet, and fantasized about ways to keep her out and play, but he had no idea that when they met for the first time, he would "fail fiercely."

This did not meet his expectations at all.

Until he got on the bus, Cao Zijian looked dumb, who looked like he owed him millions.

The chicken was puzzled: "Why didn't you just kill him? Such a man, you can see in his eyes. If you don't kill him, he will kill you sooner or later."

"You won't be confused by his little tenderness, right? Although he looks good and can breed offspring, he is almost a distance from the bald guy."

The **** is now calling Cao Zizhen as bald.

I don't know what Cao Ziyi knows about his nickname.

Yange said: "The host doesn't like Hui Cao, would I like it?"

Also, the chicken sighed: "Then why don't you kill him, you won't fall on him with this shot, he will definitely try to kill you."

"He doesn't dare." Such as Cao Zijian who valued his career and fame, he really dared not take great risks to kill his words.

Yange opened the window to ventilate the room, thinking that Cao Zijian had been sitting on her desk and chair before she would abandon it, and her mood was affected this afternoon.

Words of Song did not stand still.

She moves faster than Cao Zijian.

A report that Cao Zijian had a wife and parents, and the parents were smokers. The letter to sell his daughter for money was not only sent to the Shanghai marshal, but also the love letters Cao Zijian once wrote to the host. They were all copied by Yange and given to Cao Zijian's wife today.