Doomsday Queen Has Ignited

Faced with Mu Jing's ridicule, Yin Ze stopped talking, and looked at her angrily as she grabbed his hand and painted.

After Mu Jing painted it, he held his well-defined hands and looked at it, "You are good-looking, and even your hands are so good-looking. Is there anything unsightly about you?"

Yin Ze blushed, and the words he was going to say lingered in his mouth for a few times but he didn't say them out. Finally, he only sighed and said, "Ma Xiang took Mu Yafei out, and someone should come here soon."

"Come and come."

The tearable nail polish dries quickly, so Mu Jing pinched his fingertips and said, "Don't be afraid."

"...I'm not afraid."

"oh."

Seeing her indifferent attitude, Yin Ze had no choice but to ask, "Can I tear it up?"

"Don't you think the little flower I drew is cute?"

"Cute, but not for me."

"Then I'll paint Little Crystal, he should like it."

Yuan Lin's ability to accept is very strong, just like when he saw Mu Yafei's appearance just now, he guessed that she did it without asking, and his attitude was so natural that it was only natural that Mu Yafei would be injured like this.

"... Let's change the pattern."

When Yin Ze heard that she was going to paint for Yuan Lin, the scene of her holding Yuan Lin's hand to appreciate it already appeared in his head, "Don't want flowers, draw other things."

Mu Jing raised his eyebrows, "Why didn't you tell me when I started painting?"

"Afraid of interrupting your creative inspiration."

He found that after hanging around with Mu Jing for a long time, he became more and more able to make up nonsense.

"Quite conscious."

Mu Jing started to fix his nails again, and when Ma Xiang brought a group of people over, she was still concentrating on painting Yin Ze's little wings.

As for the little angels, they have to be paired with cute little wings.

"Who is Mu Jing here?"

The man in uniform had a straight face with Chinese characters, and his brows were full of righteousness, without anger and prestige.

Mu Jing brushed Yin Ze with a layer of bright armor oil, and when he put the lid on, he got up, turned to look at the man, unexpectedly found that he was an old acquaintance, and said with a smile: "Uncle Liao, long time no see. "

When Liao Zhengcheng heard this somewhat familiar voice, he was taken aback for a moment, and walked over to take a closer look, only to find that it was the little girl he knew.

"Xiao Jing?"

Liao Zhengcheng hadn't seen Mu Jing for almost two years. The reason why he knew her was because his daughter, who had just started learning Taekwondo not long ago, ran home crying and complained. The one who came here went to seek justice for his daughter, but ended up with a tie with her.

After some explanations, she realized that it was her daughter who took the initiative to make trouble, and she fought back when she couldn't bear it.

After he dragged his daughter to apologize, he went back and forth, but her daughter worshiped Mu Jing who was able to draw with him, and then gradually became familiar with him.

When he had nothing to do, he would play two tricks with her, but it was a pity that he was transferred and left after a few months of acquaintance, and only occasionally chatted with her on the V letter.

"Is it really you?"

Liao Zhengcheng smiled and said, "I thought you weren't someone who hit people casually, so I thought it was the same name."

Mu Jing shrugged, "I didn't expect that it was you, Uncle Liao, who came to clean me up?"

"Nonsense, how can I deal with you?"

Liao Zhengcheng asked everyone else to disperse, then pulled Mu Jing to sit on the sofa, and after listening to her introduce a few of her teammates, he greeted them one by one, "Okay, now tell me how to hit someone Is it? It is stipulated that fighting is not allowed."

"It's not my fault that she bumped into it herself."

Mu Jing knocked on the melon seeds that Yin Ze brought over, and said, "You also know how hard my fist is."

Mentioning this, Liao Zhengcheng's hands ached.