Punish PlayBoy From Now On

chapter 32 don't reply to my message is it?

xiao ye grabbed his hair and sighed deeply.

he looked at the mobile phone again, but there was still no reply from zhao xianghai.

he creaked his teeth angrily.

okay, tough not to reply to his message is it?

then don't go back.

xiao ye was completely ignored in this way, and his heart couldn't help but ignite, he impulsively picked up the mobile phone directly, the mobile phone screen slammed black, the mobile phone was forcibly turned off.

now, even if zhao xianghai gave him a message back, he would not accept it.

bother.

xiao ye frowned tightly, holding a signature pen in his hand, forcing himself to continue reading the document.

however, usually it is very sharp to deal with the file, at this moment, xiao ye has a baby cub who has just learned twenty-six letters, and is forced to read the most difficult part of the college entrance examination english volume to understand the feeling, obviously every letter is recognized, even if they are like ghost drawings, they can't understand it, they can't read it, they want to tear the paper to pieces, and the white expanse is really happy.

he sighed and smashed his signature pen aside in dismay.

it won't work.

zhao xianghai really made him too irritable.

he's even affected by his work status now, which doesn't work.

xiao ye leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and meditated for a long time, and finally took out a black mobile phone from the drawer next to him, turned it over, and sent a message to a friend he had not contacted for a long time: "have you returned to china?" "

the other side quickly replied: "just came back a few days ago, what's the matter?" "

xiao ye sent a message: "looking for you to punch." "

"okay, send me at the time and place." it was a pleasant promise over there.

xiao ye looked at his schedule, moved for a while to relax and punch himself, and then sent the time and place to his friends, and his mentality was fixed.

he picked up the signature pen again, glanced at the black phone, and then at the phone that he had forcibly shut down.

in fact, he wanted to open the mobile phone and check whether zhao xianghai had honestly returned the message to him... although he knew, the high probability of the outcome was none, dammit.

......

when he arrived at the point, xiao ye drove home to get his boxing gloves and sports equipment, and went to a boxing gym he often visited.

this boxing gym offers high-end services, which are extremely expensive, but the advantage is that the facilities are luxurious, the service is complete, and you can practice boxing without distraction, without any impact.

when xiao ye arrived at the boxing gym, his friend had already changed his clothes and was waiting for him.

the man was wearing a boxing-specific sportswear, his figure was as tall as xiao ye's, his face was handsome, and his temperament seemed gentle, but in that gentleness, it always made people have a chill in their backs.

ye ting saw xiao ye arrive, stood up with a little smile, and slapped xiao ye: "xiao, i haven't seen you for a long time." "

xiao ye withdrew his hand, without a word of nonsense: "go, go to the boxing room." "

ye ting raised an eyebrow, and doubts arose in his heart.

xiao ye didn't say anything else nonsense, he went straight to the theme to punch and vent, as a brother who had been with xiao ye for so many years, ye ting could obviously feel that xiao ye's mood was afraid to be extremely bad.

he followed xiao ye into the boxing room, xiao ye was already facing the boxing pillar, banging and banging began to play with life and death, the action was fierce, extremely lethal, like a bloodthirsty beast.

ye ting stood next to him and watched, and when xiao ye stopped moving and drank his saliva and rested, he smiled and said, "xiao, it seems that he is in a very bad mood." "

xiao ye grunted and drank, and the sexy throat knot rolled up and down.

then, he wiped a handful of sweat, and his eyes were fierce: "good mood? i'm in a good mood. "

ye ting sat down next to him: "is it because of your family zhao zong?" "

xiao ye skimmed his head, and there was warm sweat flowing down his forehead. he admitted somewhat reluctantly: "... well. "

"i heard that the two of you broke up," ye ting laughed and cocked erlang's legs, "what's going on?" "

xiao ye took off his gloves, was silent for a while, and simply told ye ting about what had happened in these days.

ye ting listened to the corner of his lips and couldn't help but hook up, he shook his head helplessly, and sighed: "xiao, according to the situation you said, i see that you might as well be like that zhao zong, fiercely hearted, and divided."