Even if Ruping kept pulling at her, Mengping didn't intend to stop. She kept talking about Yi Ping,
Yang Hao interrupted Meng Ping,"If you keep talking, I can't guarantee that your little butt will be fine."”
Meng Ping blushed and ignored Yang Hao. She turned her head and whispered to Ruping. Twenty minutes later, Yiping walked out with a cold expression.
Mengping had long been impatient. After seeing Yiping come out, Mengping was about to say something, but she was stopped by Ruping beside her.
"Yiping, since you're already here, let's go play together. After all, we're all here to accompany Yang Hao."”
After Yi Ping heard Ruping's words, a trace of joy flashed across her face, but it was quickly covered by her own coldness.
However, she still listened to Yang Hao's words. She turned to the front passenger seat and sat down. Yang Hao immediately started the journey.
Soon, Yang Hao and the others arrived at the park. They found an empty place and Yang Hao sat on the grass.
Looking at Ruping who was busy, Ruping said after she was almost done,"Hao, Mengping and I are going to pick some flowers.”
As she spoke, she pulled the unwilling Mengping and left to pick some flowers. It was only until Ruping and Mengping walked far away that she left.
Yang Hao lay on the lawn and did not say anything to Ruping. How could Yang Hao's chauvinism make him lower his head?
If Yi Ping didn't give Yang Hao a satisfactory answer today, then the relationship between Yang Hao and Yi Ping would probably be…
There would only be sex and no love left. From the bottom of his heart, Yang Hao still hoped that Yiping could give him a good answer.
Yi Ping also sat down and looked at Yang Hao blankly. Seeing that Yang Hao was ignoring her, Yi Ping couldn't stop her tears.
Yi Ping immediately climbed onto Yang Hao's chest, and bean-sized tears fell onto Yang Hao's clothes.
Yi Ping said,"Ah ~~ Hao ~, I ~~~ and ~ He ~ Shu ~ Huan ~~~ are ~~~ ordinary ~~ friends ~~.
We ~~~ don't ~~ have anything ~~~~, really ~~~, you ~~ don't ~~ know that once you ~ leave ~ it's ~~~~~ a ~~~~ many ~~~ months ~,
Not a sound ~~~~~~ I just ~~~~~~ came back ~~ I just ~~~~ wanted to ~~~~~~ vent ~~~~~~
But ~~~ I didn't ~~ think ~~~ that ~ Shuhuan ~ would ~ rush ~~~~~~~~
Ah ~~~ Hao ~~ really ~~, I don't ~~~~~ lie ~~~ to ~ you ~~ I ~~~ now ~~ except for ~~ my ~~~ mom,
We don't have ~ anything ~ anymore ~, please ~ please ~ don't ~ leave ~ me ~, woo ~ woo ~”
Yang Hao opened his eyes and looked at the tear-stained Yi Ping. Looking at her helpless appearance, Yang Hao's heart ached even more.
Yang Hao sighed deeply and said,""This is the last time. Remember, when you're by my side, you're not allowed to have any overly intimate actions or words with any other man.
If there's a next time, I'll turn you and that person into minced meat. Do you understand?”
Yiping quickly nodded and said,"Yes, yes, yes. I know. I won't dare to do it again."”
Yang Hao smiled and wiped away Yiping's tears. To be honest, how could Yang Hao not know? On the night of that incident,
Yang Hao had already collected all the information. Since Yang Hao gave Yi Ping a chance, it was because she was fine.
Otherwise, Yang Hao would not let go of the person who betrayed him. After a while, Ruping and Mengping returned.
According to Ruping, she wanted to give Yiping and Yang Hao more time, but Mengping would never agree.
She had just finished plucking and brought Ruping back. When she saw Yi Ping lying in Yang Hao's arms, Meng Ping said to Ruping,“
You see, it's all your fault. We sisters can't keep an eye on him, and you actually sent yourself into his arms. Hmph.”
After saying that, she no longer paid attention to Ru Ping and began to arrange the fresh flowers she had just picked. Ru Ping said nothing,
Ruping followed Mengping over. Only after everything was set up did Ruping come over to call Yang Hao and Yiping over for dinner.
When Yang Hao pulled Yiping over, he saw Mengping's long and unhappy face.
Yang Hao let go of Yi Ping's small hand and sat down beside Meng Ping. Yang Hao pulled Meng Ping into his arms,
Yang Hao's physique had reached 7 points, but because he had never practiced martial arts, he had only developed about 50% of his strength.
It was not that Yang Hao did not want to develop it, but that he did not have a good cultivation technique. Yang Hao had once thought about how to use his energy points.
In the end, Yang Hao decided to use it all on transmigration. When he came to a martial arts world, there should be many cultivation techniques.
So far, he did not need a powerful cultivation technique to set him off. In other words, Yang Hao could now use 350 pounds of strength.
To be honest, it was nothing for him to show that he had learned some skills. Even if it was the lowest level of martial arts novels like The Deer and Cauldron...
Any trashy martial arts manual from inside would definitely be dozens of times stronger than the fist techniques he had learned.
Meng Ping was only about 100 pounds. Yang Hao was in his arms in an instant. Yang Hao pinched Meng Ping's butt a few times.
Meng Ping had no choice but to burrow her head into Yang Hao's embrace and say,"Why do I see my Little Mengping as a resentful wife?”
Meng Ping's little head burrowed into Yang Hao's arms again to express her dissatisfaction. In the following time,
Yang Hao fed Meng Ping while eating, and teased Yi Ping and Meng Ping at the same time. Yang Hao teased the three girls until their faces turned red.
They played until the evening when Yang Hao sent them back one by one. After Yang Hao sent them back, he said,
Yang Hao returned to the Great Shanghai Dance Hall. To kill Wei Guangxiong, he needed extremely strong intelligence. He had to monitor Wei Guangxiong's every move.
He only needed to act alone. After all, it was useless to have more people. If he went, he would be captured by one or two more.
That might bring a lot of trouble to Fifth Master Qin, so Yang Hao decided to act alone. According to the information,
It was just a trial novel. He didn't know if there was any guarantee. If he was interested, he could take a look. He didn't know how many chapters and words he could write in a week. If he was in a good mood, he could write it. If he was in a bad mood, he wouldn't write it. But still... Please recommend... Please leave a message. Please click on it, as long as there was something.
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