Prisoner's wife's pet: European-style president's domineering love

"Be obedient, I can't hurt you anymore, you have to stop all the work in your hands." Huangfu Xijue's eyes fell directly on Mu Xiaoyan's red arm, and once again he used his Said in the usual domineering tone.

"No……"

The man patted the porridge sticking to his buttocks with disgust, and his hands were all stained with porridge. The more he rubbed it on, the more the stains on his buttocks gradually covered his whole body.

The more he wanted to pat off the stains on his body, the more the stains spread all over his body, and his whole face turned black.

Hearing Huangfu Xijue's resignation from work because a bowl of porridge was spilled on her, the man's already full of anger spit out fireworks again.

"Nimma, didn't you just sprinkle some porridge on your body? What's the big deal? You still want to stop working?" The man tilted his head and pushed Huangfu Xijue's waist with his stained hands. .

Huangfu Xijue has a serious cleanliness fetish, this is something that men absolutely don't know, otherwise they wouldn't have touched his clothes with dirty hands so hastily.

As soon as his hand landed on Huangfu Xijue's waist, Huangfu Xijue stretched his hind legs and moved it directly to the ground. This time, instead of landing on his buttocks, his face directly hit the puddle of porridge on the ground.

As a result, the kitchen was in a mess. The chef stopped pulling the noodles in his hand, and threw the freshly pulled noodles on the side panel. It is true that he continued to cook in such a noisy kitchen. It is a very difficult thing.

The chef turned his head and said, "Xiaoyan, take a look first, I will let Xiaohong do the things here."

The chef looked down at the man who was lying on the ground again, and said unhurriedly, "Brother Ming, it's okay, do you still have your fritters?"

There was obvious disdain and sarcasm in the chef's words, and he didn't have any sympathy for those who fell on the ground.

The man got up from the ground in a daze, and wiped off the porridge on his face, because there were not only porridge on the ground but also glass shards from the broken bowl. The man's face was scratched several times, and bright red blood flowed down his face. The wound flowed out, and his face was in a mess.

"Nimma, what kind of shit luck did I encounter today, and I met so many scumbags, why don't I die, everyone is sick..." The man frowned tightly, the eyelashes above His eyes were also squinted because of the porridge.

He speaks Z language. Although it is not standard Mandarin, his accent is still recognizable. Coupled with his cursing intonation, I am afraid that as long as he is a person from Z country, he can understand what he wants to express. What's more, Huangfu Xijue is also a person who is extremely proficient in the language of country Z.

When Huangfu Xijue heard this, his face was covered with dark clouds, and the uncertain factors in his eyes slowly spread on his handsome face, and the eagle eyes turned sharply.

"Dare you say it again?"

The man said disapprovingly: "You are a little waiter, and you still have a temper? Do you want to do it?"

Yes, Huangfu Xijue is just a small waiter now, but his temper can be lost whenever he speaks...

Fortunately, most of Huangfu Xijue's attention was still on Mu Xiaoyan. She had been observing the injury on Mu Xiaoyan's arm. She only stretched out her long legs for this man, and she didn't stand firm with him. He kicked hard on his body.

All they heard was a series of "crash..." and the things behind them fell from the shelves one after another.