Quick time travel: The coquettish boss has turned black again!

Chapter 71 Female Supporting Role Notes: Handsome guy, aren't you too narcissistic? (7)

The shrill screams echoed in the corridor, and Sun Yuanyuan, who was extremely arrogant just now, was lying on the ground in a panic.

Holding his almost broken arm, he glared at her fiercely again.

When he shifted his gaze to Murong Beixiao's face, his expression instantly turned into grievance, and Dou Da's tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes.

"Brother Xiao, what's so good about a yellow-haired girl? How can she satisfy you if she doesn't even have full hair?"

Crying, and coaxing her upright chest.

Looking at the deep gully on her chest, Zhai Ling subconsciously glanced down at her flat chest again.

Immediately, I couldn't help silently admiring in my heart: good breasts.

"Master Ben doesn't like the bus, it's too dirty."

"Brother Xiao, how can you say that about me, I..."

"roll!"

The moment the stern scolding came out of Murong Beixiao's mouth, a strong chill burst out from his whole body in vain.

The temperature in the surrounding air dropped a lot in an instant.

Especially being held in his arms, Zhai Ling, who was closest to him, suddenly felt that the blood in his body had been frozen to the point of gradually congealing.

Sun Yuanyuan was also frightened by the fierce light and murderous intent bursting out of his eyes, and immediately closed her mouth.

Murong Beixiao has been fighting in the military camp all year round, and the blood and murderous aura in his body almost knocks him over.

The icy cold air penetrated into Zhai Ling's skin, causing her body to shiver.

In my heart, a little fear silently rose.

But it's okay, there's only a little bit of it, it's not enough to show it on the face.

Sun Yuanyuan was different, her face turned pale from fright.

"Go away! It's best not to make me say it a third time!"

Murong Beixiao's cold, bloody growl sounded again, frightening Sun Yuanyuan and struggling to get up from the ground.

Holding the hem of the skirt and stepping on the high heels, she stumbled all the way and ran away in a panic.

After watching her figure go away and disappear from his sight, Zhai Ling whispered: "Everyone is gone, you can let me go now."

Murong Beixiao never expected that the girl in his arms would be so calm, as if she wasn't afraid of herself at all.

All the hostility in his eyes subsided instantly, and the icy cold that emanated from his whole body quickly dissipated.

But he didn't let go of the arm around her waist, but deliberately brought his thin lips close to her ear, and asked in a low voice, "Aren't you afraid of me?"

Zhai Ling: "..."

This man, is there something wrong with his brain?It's not a scourge, why should she be afraid?

Tsk tsk tsk... so narcissistic!

Inwardly complaining a few words, Zhai Ling pursed his lips and shook his head, "It's not like I was frightened when I was young."

Hearing this, Murong Beixiao raised his thin lips, outlining a faint arc that seemed to be there.

The voice that came out was low and magnetic, and seemed a little less cold than before, "Girl, what's your name?"

Zhai Ling frowned slightly, and moved her lips, subconsciously wanting to say her real name.However, when the words came to his mouth, he silently swallowed all the words into his stomach as if he suddenly thought of something,
Then, she forcefully tore off the man's arm around her waist, and took a step forward to leave his embrace.

After pulling away the distance between the two, he turned around and looked at his face again.

Moreover, he did not hide his gaze, looked up and down, and finally fixed his gaze on his face.

But after a few seconds of looking at him, Zhai Ling had roughly guessed his occupation.

(End of this chapter)