The host, she slag the whole book villain

Chapter 382 The host is a soft girl (21)
Tang Zechen had a bad premonition in his heart.

Looking back, sure enough, it was Tang Mengmeng who appeared.

"Brother, no matter how you treated Xiaoye before, but Xiaoye is now your fiancee, how can you still push her?"

Tang Mengmeng walked over with heartbroken strides, and helped Su Ye up. Seeing that her palms were only slightly red, she was relieved.

But when he turned around, he had a different attitude towards Tang Zechen.

She has already figured it out, even if the blood flowing in her body is not from the Tang family, she is legally a member of the Tang family.

That being the case, why did she live so cautiously.

Slightly slanting out of the corner of her eye, Tang Mengmeng glanced at the conscientious girl beside her.

She looks very similar to himself, every time I see her, it's like seeing a smaller version of myself.

She wants to protect her, just like protecting another self in this world.

Therefore, she must become stronger, whether it is with the help of the Tang family or with her own ability, she must become stronger and protect the people she wants to protect!

Tang Zechen looked at Su Ye, who was obviously a fox but pretended to be a rabbit, and was so angry that he almost lost his breath.

He has grown so big, and he has never been calculated like this.

So, he is angry, very angry! ! !
Unexpectedly, Tang Mengmeng protected Su Ye everywhere, and he still couldn't let out the anger that was pent up in his chest.

Tang Zechen remembered a script he had read before. He had the feeling that he was the innocent heroine in the script, and Su was also the vicious green tea female supporting role. Tang Mengmeng was naturally the male protagonist in it!

After all, he is also a majestic movie star, the young master of the Tang family in the imperial capital, and he has fallen to the point of robbing a woman for a woman.

Damn, this kind of knowledge makes him very unhappy!
"Let's go, Xiao Ye, I made you new clothes, you go and try them out and see if you like them."

Seeing Tang Zechen glaring at Su Ye sullenly, Tang Mengmeng didn't want to talk to him anymore, so she dragged Su Ye to her room.

And a certain playwright never forgets to challenge Tang Zechen's patience. Hearing that Tang Mengmeng made clothes for herself, the timidity and panic on her face disappeared in an instant:
"The clothes my sister made for me?!"

After finishing speaking, the small eyes glanced at Tang Zechen proudly.

Oops, you didn't!

Tang Zechen: "..."

"Well, I haven't touched it before, and it's the first time I've done it. If Xiaoya doesn't like it, I'll take you to the mall to buy it another day."

As Tang Mengmeng said, she rubbed her hair habitually, looking into her bright eyes, her whole body was healed.

Ah, her Xiaoye is simply the cutest and most innocent little angel in the world.

"As long as it's made by my sister, I like it!!"

Su also started to hug Tang Mengmeng's arm and act coquettishly to please her. That intimacy made Tang Zechen jealous.

Let go, only he can hold that arm!
Clenching his fingers, Tang Zechen gritted his teeth, as if there was a beast in his heart, roaring ferociously at his unwillingness.

And Tang Mengmeng glanced at him, and took Su Ye to her room to try on clothes.

But when Su also turned around, she wasn't afraid that Tang Zechen would get angry and tear her apart. She tilted her eyes proudly, and the complacency in her eyes was clearly revealed:
"Little pervert, be jealous, my sister only made me new clothes!"

--small theater--

Tang Zechen: The clothes Mengmeng makes are all mine, you little bitch give them back to me!

Su Ye and Tang Mengmeng gave him a strange look and ignored him.

Tang Zechen, who was ignored, became even angrier: This young master is very angry, return it to me quickly!
Su also sighed, helpless, so he had no choice but to give the little suspender skirt to Comrade Xiao Tang: "Okay, young master, let me wear it for you."

Tang Zechen, who managed to grab the clothes, looked at the fresh little sling that was pushed over: "..."

(End of this chapter)