Divorce, Mr. Shen

Ning Qiuli finally came to his senses and blinked.

The man in front of him was looking at him and smiling, but that smile was full of malice, as if deliberately looking at him to make a fool of himself.

Gan!

Ning Qiuli was furious.

He also has a temper!

So, Little Princess Ning wanted to follow Li Yao's example and stepped on the table directly, but her legs were not long enough, and she couldn't reach it after a few times, so she had to step on the chair first, and then stood on the table.

Li Yao couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

What is this little guy up to?

Ning Qiuli first glared at Li Yao angrily, then reached out and grabbed Li Yao's collar, wanting to stab and tear it open.

...But my hands were not strong enough, and there was no change after tugging for a long time, so I had to start unbuttoning them one by one.

Li Yao could probably guess what Ning Qiuli wanted to do, the anger that was surging in his chest dissipated for some reason, now seeing Ning Qiuli's stupid look, he couldn't help but want to laugh.

But Li Yao held back, and let the little guy unbutton his shirt with a blank expression. Because he disliked Ning Qiuli's slow movements, he even took the initiative to unbutton the belt himself.

"You..." Ning Qiuli was taken aback by Li Yao's action, "Think, what do you want?"

"Didn't you notice that my shirt is tucked into my trousers?" Li Yao looked straight at Ning Qiuli, "If you don't untie the belt, how can you pull out the hem of the shirt?"

Ning Qiuli lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling: "...Oh."

After all, it was his first time doing such a bad thing, and he had no experience, unlike that bastard Li Yao, who tore off his clothes when he came up, and didn't even say hello.

"Hurry up," Li Yao straightened his muscular waist, "I can't wait."

Ning Qiuli: "..."

Depend on!Does this seem like the reaction a victim of violence should have?Can't you just struggle and let Lao Tzu have a good time?

At this time, some of the onlookers had already taken out their mobile phones and started taking pictures.

Once in a thousand years, grass!If you miss Li Yao's figure, you won't have it anymore!If you don't shoot at this time, when will you wait!

With great difficulty, Ning Qiuli pulled Li Yao's shirt out of his trousers, looked at his abdominal muscles half covered by the fabric, first took a deep breath, and then snapped off Li Yao's shirt!

At this moment, there were a few small screams from the crowd.

It's not because of Li Yao's empty upper body.

Nor is it because of Li Yao's well-trained abs and chest muscles.

It was because Li Yao's back... was covered with scratches one after another.

These scratches are deep and shallow, long and short. Although they are messy at first glance, they are actually regular.

Those who can understand this law have more or less personal experience.

But who can do so much on Li Yao's back?It looked almost like being scratched by hundreds of cats at the same time!

How intense this must be!

How high the frequency should be!

Jealousy appeared on the faces of the Sentinels.

Envy appeared on the faces of the guides.

The inexperienced people looked blank, and they were even guessing whether Li Yao had suffered domestic violence.

"Isn't it just a declaration of sovereignty?" Ning Qiuli forced a domineering look, stretched out an index finger to poke Li Yao's chest muscle, and said while poking, "Who, no, yes, ah?"

Li Yao slanted his lips, and suddenly reached out to wrap his arms around Ning Qiuli's slender waist, and pulled him into his arms. He looked at him maliciously and said, "It seems that the clothes on your body are I can't tear enough."

If it were someone else, their partner would tear his clothes off and humiliate him in public, and he would either punch him, or run away crying, anyway, it wouldn't be over if he didn't make a fuss for seven or eight days.

But who would have thought that after Ning Qiuli's operation, he would turn this behavior into a hobby.

Moreover, Li Yao, the person concerned, had obviously pulled back from the brink of going berserk, with a somewhat dark expression on his face.

Everyone couldn't help feeling deeply that it really wasn't that easy to tame a mad dog like Li Yao.

Look at him, he looks innocent and cute and doesn't understand anything... It's all an illusion, an illusion!

"Li Yao," Ning Qiuli stuck to Li Yao's ear in this position, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "I'm really angry."

Li Yao also stuck to Ning Qiuli's little ear, and said in a low voice, "I know."

After a pause, Li Yao said again: "But, the angrier you are, the happier I am."

"..." Ning Qiuli pulled a little distance away, glared at someone who didn't repent at all, then turned around and jumped off the table, and walked towards the door with big strides.

"Hey," Li Yao called him from behind, "I'm just joking."

Ning Qiuli continued walking without looking back, stretched out his hand and pulled the tattered clothes on his body, felt aggrieved, and his eyes turned red.

The reason why he did this was because he made Li Yao lose face in front of his colleagues before, and after he realized it, he used this method to help Li Yao regain face.

But Li Yao's behavior...was really too much.

He is not a toy for Li Yao, nor is he something that can be manipulated at will. If he makes a fool of himself in front of so many people, how can he get back the face he lost?

Ning Qiuli wiped away tears as he walked, because he didn't want to be seen by others, so he found the toilet, opened the door and walked in.

As a result, when Ning Qiuli closed the door with his backhand, another hand also pushed the door open and walked in. Immediately afterwards, the owner of the hand met Ning Qiuli's red eyes.

Ning Qiuli only glanced at him, then turned around and walked to the sink, turned on the tap and bent down to wash his face.

He didn't want Li Yao to see his vulnerable side.

Li Yao is not worthy yet.

"Ning Qiuli." Li Yao called him from the side.

Ning Qiuli took out a few tissues and wiped his face, he missed Li Yao's body and was about to go outside.

"Ning Qiuli!" Li Yao stretched out his hand to hold him, "Listen to me..."

"What do you want to say?" Ning Qiuli looked up at Li Yao, "Is it fun? Li Yao?"

"..." Li Yao stared at Ning Qiuli for a long time before slowly opening his mouth, "You should know that sometimes I can't control my behavior, especially... when I'm irritated."

"Did I piss you off?" Ning Qiuli said, "I just feel that my bottom line has been violated. I just want to remind you to respect me. Why do you react so strongly?"

Li Yao's eyes moved, and he said, "You said you don't like me."

"Do you think it's possible for me to like you?" Ning Qiuli felt that this man was getting more and more ridiculous, "Li Yao, don't you understand our relationship... huh? Huh huh!"

Before finishing a sentence, Ning Qiuli was pressed against the wall by Li Yao and gnawed.

"It's because you haven't figured it out yet," the man bit Ning Qiuli's lower lip, panting slightly, "You are him, how could you not like me?"

Ning Qiuli was furious: "I'm not him!"

Li Yao: "You are!"

Ning Qiuli: "..."

Damn mad dog, can't understand human language.