Who allowed you to scold my husband?

Mu Changying put one hand into her hair and casually tidied up her messy hair.

She raised her chin slightly, raised her eyebrows, and her beautiful eyes were shining with a faint cold light.

"You can scold me, but who allowed you to scold my husband?"

The look was too cold, and Jin Yiye's heartbeat stopped for half a beat.

His back was stiff, and he looked at the girl in front of him in disbelief, "Did you take the wrong medicine?"

At this time, he raised his eyes and inadvertently swept across her neck, leaving a little scarlet mark on her snow-white skin.

White and bright red, extremely dazzling.

He suddenly felt a dark sky in front of his eyes, his body swayed, and a raging fire rose in his heart.

"Little slut, it turns out that you slept with him, no wonder you defended that old man."

"You are so cheap, now you even call your husband, have you been slept with?"

Jin Yiye's forehead was bulging with veins, his brows were furrowed, and his handsome face became twisted and hideous because of anger.

His shouting was like thunder rolling, spreading far away, attracting countless people to point fingers at Mu Changying.

"Heh... a beast with a mouth full of shit."

"I am so kind that I will teach you how to behave today."

Mu Changying stared at the insulter in front of her, her bright eyes were like ink, and it was pitch black.

She strode forward and slapped Jin Yiye's nose with the base of her right palm.

The force was so fierce that his nosebleed could not stop.

Then she spread out her five fingers and scratched down with her nails.

Wherever the sharp nails passed, there were scratches.

Finally, she supported herself with one foot, raised the other foot high, and kicked him quickly in the abdomen.

"Bang--"

This series of actions was smooth and flowing, without a trace of delay, and Jin Yiye was kicked to the ground before he could react.

His face was ashen, his lips were trembling, "cough cough cough..."

Lying on the cold concrete floor, his clothes were covered with dust, and his gray appearance looked particularly embarrassed.

Jin Yiye swallowed the fishy sweetness in his throat, "My patience has its limits, have you gone crazy enough!"

Seeing that he still had the energy to make a fuss, Mu Changying's eyes moved and she smiled sweetly, "Tsk..."

She squatted down and knelt on one leg on his chest, pressing hard to prevent him from getting up.

"Do you know the saying of beating a drowning dog?"

The girl looked down at him from a high position, and her voice was delicate and soft, which made people's hearts soften unconsciously.

"Yingying, calm down, don't mess around, otherwise you won't end well."

Jin Yiye's face was gray and black, and he glared at her with gritted teeth.

His bluffing was vulnerable in front of her and was broken with a poke.

Mu Changying pouted, her eyes were full of purity, and her innocent little look was so cute that people wanted to hug her in their arms and rub her.

"Ah, what should I do now? I don't want to calm down at all now."

She clasped her slender five fingers around his neck, and her hands began to tighten slowly.

Jin Yiye's breathing was short and his face was flushed. He felt suffocated, as if the god of death had raised his sickle and was ready to chop him down.