Counterattack life dressed as a brother

But it didn't get too close after all, and stopped when it was almost a step away.The big man lowered his voice, "A prostitute? I really want to try."

Although this unknown man said so, Zhang Jingyang didn't read a trace of lust from it.

This is a little strange.

The big man didn't see Zhang Jingyang begging for mercy, so he couldn't get off the tiger for a while, neither did he step forward, nor did he not step forward.His face darkened, and Zhang Jingyang, who was tied up at this time, felt the fire feathers on his wrists moving, and couldn't help but feel a little relieved.

【Master, are you okay?Do you want me to teach you a lesson?Get off this person. 】

[You don't need to climb to the back and bite off the rope. 】

【All right. 】Huo Yu agreed with some disappointment.

It wasn't the Holy Mother of Zhang Jingyang either. It took him so long to realize that this man had no intention of hurting him other than scaring him.He is a good-natured young man living under the five-star red flag, how could he repay evil with kindness?After a while, I will reward him with a pack of white medicine.

Zhang Jingyang thought leisurely in his heart.Caucasian medicine, medicine Jiaojiao, after people use it, they don’t feel much, but after a night’s sleep, the body becomes white and glowing, from the whiteness of the eyebrows to the hair, the effect of the medicine will slowly recover after about a month.He didn't know the exact time, after all, he only did experiments on mice.

Feeling that his wrist could move, Zhang Jingyang, who was still in a stalemate with the big man, suddenly burst into tears, "I'm so hungry, who the hell are you? Why did you tie me here? Hurry up and let the hand I let go hurt to death."

The big man frowned, and felt that it was about the same. After a while, when he was brought down the mountain, he was thrown on the hemp leaf grass that made people feel numb all over, but it was not poisonous. After a while, he was thrown on the Let's go to the country.

So thinking this way, the big man walked forward, at this moment Zhang Jingyang stood up abruptly, his legs swept under his feet and knocked him to the ground.

The big man is full of disbelief towards this reversal.He wanted to stand up, but Zhang Jingyang kicked him down again.

After training for so long, Zhang Jingyang was helpless against Zhang Guyuan because he had internal strength and was a master himself. He had only learned some Sanda, so he wanted to deal with Zhang Guyuan. It was simply fantastic.

But dealing with this big man is easy. Zhang Jingyang stepped on the big man's chest, leaned over and looked at the person lying on the ground, and said coldly with a blank expression, "Seeing that you didn't want to hurt me, let me let you go!" Live well." After speaking, he took out a pack of unknown medicinal powder from his sleeve and sprinkled it on him.

I ignored it and prepared to go down the mountain.

Looking at Zhang Jingyang's leaving back, the big man coughed a few times, got up from the ground, his eyes were full of shock.

How can it be?

Fortunately, it was still early, Zhang's father, Zhang's mother and Zhang Guyuan didn't notice Zhang Jingyang's disappearance.After he got down the mountain, he went straight home.

Zhang Jingyang returned home with an obedient look on his face, as if he was harmless to humans and animals.

"I'm back, I'm going to get married soon, don't wander around in the future, practice your needlework at home tomorrow, when you marry Gu Yuan, you can't even make clothes for others. "As soon as she saw her youngest son, Zhang's mother couldn't help exhorting.

... Needlework... Zhang Jingyang felt a headache when he heard these three words.Thinking of Zhang's mother asking him to sew a piece of clothing for Zhang Guyuan's grandfather a few days ago.He took a needle and embroidered a bamboo according to the pattern given by his mother, threading it back and forth was like playing, but the effect was of course horrible.

But Zhang's mother did not give up. As a brother, how could it be possible that he can't do needlework?

So Zhang Jingyang lived a hard life again.It wasn't until Zhang Guyuan came to the door after a while that he was rescued for a while.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Guyuan stepped forward curiously.

Hearing this, Zhang Jingyang looked outside, saw Zhang Guyuan coming in, and gave him a big smile, but the smile couldn't catch his eyes, "Why is my dear fiance here free? Come take a look at this mandarin duck I embroidered for you, does it look good? Hmm~"

Zhang Guyuan shivered, he walked to Zhang Jingyang's side, picked up the piece of cloth and looked at it.I saw all kinds of threads mixed together to form an unknown thing.There are question marks in my mind, is this a mandarin duck? ? ?

"Is Yang Yang in a bad mood?" Zhang Guyuan asked cautiously.

"Why, I'm in a good mood."

"Since you're in a bad mood, don't embroider. We'll go to town later."

Zhang Jingyang smiled, "My dear fiance, what can I do if I don't embroider? This stitch represents my deep love for you!"

Originally, Zhang Guyuan, whose heart was soft and his eyes were affectionate because of this sentence, saw Zhang Jingyang suddenly picked up the needle and pricked it into the cloth again, and his heart trembled suddenly. Could this be irony?

After tying it up, Zhang Jingyang threw away the cloth and looked at Zhang Guyuan expressionlessly, "Mother said, one of us must learn needlework." With a prickly eye, "I don't seem to have this talent."

Seeing the densely packed hands pricked by needles, Zhang Guyuan's face turned cold for an instant, and he suddenly thought of the time when Zhang Jingyang gave him clothes and said he didn't do it, but he still didn't believe it.

It turned out not to be.

He held that hand, and said domineeringly: "My Zhang Guyuan's husband doesn't need to know needlework, no need to learn, I will tell my aunt in a while, let's go, let's go out and play." Zhang Jingyang wanted to go out.

Zhang Jingyang grabbed his hand and stopped, with a weird smile on the corner of his mouth, he didn't know what to do.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Guyuan was a little puzzled.

"One of us must learn."

Facing Zhang Jingyang's serious eyes, Zhang Guyuan was stunned for a moment, and then he understood the meaning of the words, and said dryly, "You have to learn, Yangyang, we don't need to make clothes by ourselves in the future, don't we have maids if the clothes are broken?" ?”

"Don't you think it's bad for us to always wear clothes made or sewn by other people?"

What's wrong?Zhang Guyuan was a little puzzled, but before he could ask, he was stunned by Zhang Jingyang's tears sliding down from the corner of his eyes.

Yang Yang cried... This realization shocked Zhang Guyuan instantly.

"I'll learn, I'll learn now, don't cry, don't cry, I'll learn right away, and I'll let you wear the clothes I made soon."

Seeing that he was not coaxed, Zhang Guyuan said seriously: "Don't cry anymore."

Now Zhang Jingyang really stopped crying, he wiped away his tears, squinted his eyes and asked Zhang Guyuan, "Are you yelling at me?"

"Oh...it really fell into your hands." He neither admitted nor denied, but picked up the needle and thread, sat on Zhang Jingyang's bed and studied the pattern.