Tang Xiaochi beat up a lot of people, and his depression dissipated. He looked up and saw Ning Yuan, and his conditioned guiltyness turned to grievance. She pulled Ning Yuan's sleeve and pointed at Li Xing: "Great God, he asked someone to grab me in, and he pulled my hair, causing me to be thrown into wine..."

Ning Yuan pulled her up from the ground and took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe her face.

It was late winter now. Tang Xiaochi went out wearing a thick down jacket and was soaked by the wine. Ning Yuan simply took off her coat, took off her coat, and draped it on her body.

Tang Xiaochi saw that he was only wearing a white shirt and sniffed: "God, aren't you cold?"

Ning Yuan ignored her, wiped her hair after drying her face. He wiped it very carefully and patiently. During this process, none of the people in the box dared to run away.

It’s really because this man’s aura is too strong, like a knife in his throat, giving people the feeling that he will lose his life if he acts rashly.

Even the woman who was beaten up on the ground did not dare to cry.

Finally, Tang Xiaochi was cleaned up. Ning Yuan picked up the hot pot ingredients on the table and gave it to her. As soon as he spoke, he suddenly lost the ice slag: "Go outside and wait for me!"

Tang Xiaochi was a little scared after coming back to his senses. Looking at Ning Yuan's handsome face, the blue eyes seemed to flash with a cold light in the darkness. She swept around the No. 23 person in the box, pulled his sleeves, and whispered: "Great God, it's the New Year, I'm pregnant again, my brother is a policeman again, accumulate some virtue, don't kill anyone..."

The essence of Miss Tang and Ning Yuan is different.

Ning Yuan stared at her with a blue eyes, and Tang Xiaochi looked at him with a worried look, as if he was afraid that he would kill everyone inside if he got angry.

He nodded reluctantly: "You go to the box next door to wait for me."

Tang Xiaochi knew that Ning Yuan didn't like her indecisiveness, so he held the hot pot ingredients and put on Ning Yuan's coat and ran out obediently.

As soon as she closed the door, a shrill scream from the private room came from the woman.

Tang Xiaochi's back chilled, and he covered his ears with one hand and hurried into the box next door. He had a good time having fun, but was messed up by this accident.

Tang Xiaochi didn't dare to think about the violent situation next door at this moment. She held the hot hotpot base soup in her hand. It was spicy and the soup was very light and the cooking was very fragrant. She rubbed her nose and felt warm and sweet at this moment.

I don’t know when, but Ning Yuan will also start to care about what she likes to eat and wear. This cold god suddenly has the spirit of worldly fireworks, which seems to be gratifying.

She took out the pot, lit the fire and cooked it slowly, adding ingredients while cooking, and thoughtfully arranged two sets of bowls and chopsticks. After cooking, she put them in the bowl, waiting for the master to clean up and come to eat.

After about ten minutes, Ning Yuan came back.

The slender and straight legs of the God of Ning who took off his coat were particularly eye-catching. Unlike the abstinence and arrogance she usually has, now it has a little more home atmosphere.

Tang Xiaochi put his complacent and rubbed him on the sofa, grabbed him and sat on the sofa, picked up the chopsticks, and smiled: "God, thank you for your hard work, I'll feed you..."

Ning Yuan looked at her.

Miss Tang bowed her head guiltily and began to recite sincerely: "I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have bothered them. I shouldn't have beaten people without waiting for you to come. The consequences of impulsive actions are very serious. I shouldn't have been soft-hearted..."

She thought of all the mistakes she could think of, and recited Jing Guang. While saying that, she secretly looked at Ning Yuan with her eyes to see if he had any signs of being angry or getting angry.

This is not good for facial paralysis...
Chapter completed!