The Silver Hamster's Daily Life

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With a snap, the belt fell into Jiang Xingyuan's palm.

He gripped the end of the belt tightly, a storm in his eyes.

Jiang Yaoyi was stunned, and when he saw Jiang Xingyuan rushing over, his face became even more angry.

When Jiang Xingyuan came down, he was still wearing that thin white shirt, with a pair of slippers on his feet.

His cheeks were flushed from the cold, and his face looked a little full, like a **** rose, very much like the woman he loved in memory.

Jiang Xingyuan is half like him and half like his mother.

Jiang Yaozhi's heart aches every time he sees Jiang Xingyuan, especially today.

Jiang Yaozhi slapped the belt, and he was about to slap Jiang Xingyuan again.

On this day, Jiang Yaozhi's heart will be a little more comfortable only when he sees Jiang Xingyuan's pain and his flesh torn apart. Otherwise he would almost be out of breath.

However, Jiang Xingyuan is no longer the boy who was stubbornly beaten back then.

He gripped the belt tightly, his eyes fell on the drunk Jiang Yaozhi, his tone was as cold as this cold night, "Jiang Dong, why are you drunk with me?"

Jiang Yaozhi gritted his teeth and twitched the belt again.

Jiang Xingyuan encircled Ruan Yingyin with one hand, and held the belt in his hand with the other.

He lowered his head and looked at Ruan Yingyin in his arms. Her face was pale, her eyes fell on his **** palm, and there was obvious concern.

Jiang Xingyuan's tone was soft, "Be good, close your eyes."

Ruan Yingyin looked at Jiang Yaozhi who was furious across from him, shook his head, tugged at the hem of his shirt, and hurriedly said in a low voice, "Let's run quickly."

"You don't have to run for anything." Jiang Xingyuan smiled a little. He took his hand from her waist and went up along the bloated down jacket, covering her eyes.

Jiang Xingyuan put his eyes on Jiang Yaozhi again, he pulled the belt in his hand with force and pulled it back directly from Jiang Yaozhi's hand.

The drunk Jiang Yaozhi's posture was unstable, and when he was pulled like this, he jumped forward and fell onto the snow.

The metal buckle on the belt collided with the ground, making a crisp sound.

Jiang Xing looked down at Jiang Yaozhi in front of him from afar. Blood slipped from the palm of his hand holding the belt and landed on the snow, dyeing the white snow bright red.

The wind was blowing from all directions, and Jiang Xingyuan's shirt was rustling.

A sarcastic smile was drawn on the corner of his lips, which reflected with the blood on the snow, making him look very coquettish.

Jiang Xingyuan raised the belt, the belt that was drooping softly turned into a stick in an instant, and the metal end was violently pulled towards Jiang Yaozhi, who fell to the ground.

This whip directly hit Jiang Yaozhi's calf.

Jiang Yaozhi let out a muffled sound, covered his calf, looked up at Jiang Xingyuan in disbelief, "Jiang Xingyuan, do you know what you are doing?"

"I know." Jiang Xingyuan's tone was very floaty, "For many years in the past, I have wanted to ask you, Jiang Yaozhi, do you know what you are doing?"

Jiang Xingyuan threw the belt on Jiang Yaozhi fiercely, "If you feel uncomfortable, then beat yourself up. Pumping me can only show that you are a useless person."