"Does it hurt?"

the man asked him in a low voice.

Nian Youyu gritted his teeth, "It doesn't hurt."

"Does it hurt?"

Jiang Zili grabbed the bone where he hit the door. At that moment, he was in pain, but he still gritted his teeth, "It doesn't hurt."

"Ask you again, does it hurt?"

The man increased his strength, gritted his teeth, and his voice was weak like a mosquito, "No...it doesn't hurt."

He knew that Jiang Zili did it on purpose.

To make him miserable on purpose.

Deliberately have fun with it.

If you say it hurts the first time, will he let go?

Will not!

It's just another way to make him uncomfortable.

"I'll ask you again, does it hurt?"

"pain."

This time, Nian Youyu let go, showing a timid look.

The man finally let go.

And all of this is under speculation for more than a year.

Unknowingly, he gradually...understood Jiang Zili.

Jiang Zili took out his mobile phone and coldly ordered his subordinates, "Bring a new set of clothes over here...not mine, it's more than a year old."

When Nian Youyu appeared in front of everyone again, Jiang Zili hugged him, and he was pretending to sleep.

The others were stunned for a moment.

Who can let Young Master Jiang hold him in person?

Because the clothes on his body had been changed and his face was covered again, the others did not recognize that it was more than a year old.

"I just said, this is the person Jiang Shao puts on top of his heart. What kind of thing is that MB before?"

"That's for sure. It's not a class of people at first glance."

"How can it be so compared? The MB from before—it looks like Xia Sanlan, and this one in Young Master Jiang's arms must be some kind of beauty?" What kind of person has cultivated a good fortune for several lifetimes! "

Still more than a year.

Only this time he was hugged by Jiang Zili.

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