Back to the 80s to Raise a Wolfy Boyfriend

An Mingji finally raised his head. The man who took off his glasses was a charming and handsome man. The moment his amorous peach blossom eyes looked over, he gave people an illusion of affection.

It was as if the person he watched was deeply loved by him.

His handsome, almost coquettish face was revealed, and he was really a monstrous and coquettish person, bewitching all living beings.

An Mingji was very self-restraining, and said lightly: "I remember, the memory is deep, and I have never forgotten it."

Yang Miaomiao, who was originally angry, was amazed by his raising his head.

But what the other party said made her very powerless.

She couldn't see An Mingji being so calm, she wanted to tear apart his mask, wanted to see him angry, wanted to see him panicked.

She didn't know what she thought of, but a malicious smile appeared on the corner of her lips: "Is the stolen food delicious? Is the stolen food delicious? Being beaten to the ground without any power to fight back, does it make you More memorable?

Even if you look well-dressed now, it's hard to change your nature from being cruel and disgusting—"

Yang Miaomiao's posture is rampant and lofty, just like the elegant and noble boy in front of her, she is like an ant to her.

She had already inquired into the backgrounds of Gu Jin and An Mingji, and she knew that they were all born with mud legs.

That's why she underestimated them.

But none of what she said made An Mingji feel a little emotional.

The other party continued to wipe the glasses. After wiping them clean, he threw the handkerchief on the wooden weapon box beside him, and put the glasses on slowly.

A pair of affectionate and intoxicating peach blossom eyes just stared at Yang Miaomiao quietly.

Wearing glasses, he looks even more elegant, with a gentle temperament all over his body, and a smile gradually appears on his handsome, almost flirtatious face.

There was a marked arc on the corner of his lips: "Have you finished?"

Facing An Mingji like this, Yang Miaomiao suddenly developed some fear.

But she didn't want to admit defeat, she raised her haughty chin, and said maliciously: "An Mingji, just admit it, you are a disgusting person, a beast! You are a pitiful, despicable person!

Does Gu Jin know that you like her? She knew that after saving you a few years ago, she was raised as a younger brother, but she has such disgusting thoughts about her—"?

Yang Miaomiao didn't have a chance to say the last word.

Her neck was tightly strangled.

What she said before would have been painless to An Mingji, but she mentioned his taboos and the person he cared about the most.

The matter mentioned happened to be the most disturbing fact in An Mingji's heart.

He couldn't let Yang Miaomiao go, and continued to poke his restless and restless heart.

Unable to bear it either, he said Ajin's name from the other party's mouth.

Ah Jin is his, and it can only be his.

Even if she can't get her, she won't belong to other men.

Yang Miaomiao was strangled by the neck, and she tried to break free by waving her hands.

An Mingji waved his other hand lightly, and the opponent's body couldn't move for an instant.

"Ho ho ho—"

Yang Miaomiao made a difficult voice, wanting to say something.

An Mingji pinched her neck with both hands, but he never let go.

His eyes were as deep as ink, staring at Yang Miaomiao coldly, there was an icy coldness in his cool eyes, and a terrifying gloomy look appeared on his handsome and evil face.

In Yang Miaomiao's panic, he slowly approached the other person's ear, and said in a cold voice: "Yang Miaomiao, remember that I, An Mingji, killed you. If you dare to find the wrong person, no matter it is the underworld, Eighteen levels of hell, I will tear you apart!"