My villain's style is wrong [Quickly wear]

Chapter 109 The Tyrant's Sister (9)

When he turned his head, he saw his eldest brother standing upright with a black face, even Yao Hong did not sit.

Wei Zhao couldn't help but wonder: "Do you...you want to sit with me too?" He looked wary, "I won't let you go! Slightly."

Wei Yang: "..." I

want to beat!

Yao Hong: "..." I

want to beat!

Wei Zhao suddenly felt a bit cold on his back, he shrank his neck, and said something wrong...?

Until Xie Ting said "sit down", the two people sat in opposite positions.

Jian Meng glanced at Yao Hong. Wei Yang didn't dare to sit without the emperor's order. Then, did he guess something?

Seeing her looking over, Yao Hong smiled lightly at her.

Soon, the food was ready and delivered.

Wei Zhao was so hungry that he groaned early, said "It's time to eat", and stretched out his chopsticks.

Click.

The chopsticks in his hand were slapped off, and Wei Zhao turned to look at his elder brother, his face flushed with anger: "Big brother! I know you are extremely poor! But isn't this meal a cousin's treat? Why don't you allow me to eat it? "

Too poor?

Wei Yang smiled: "Be good."

Wei Zhao knew that the eldest brother is not a person who loves to laugh. Most of the time his smile represents... birth! gas! NS!

He immediately became honest, and if he didn't let him eat, he didn't let him eat. When he went back, he filed a complaint with his mother and asked her to beat him fiercely!

snort!

Jian Meng thought that Wei Yang would even have to wait for the emperor's permission to eat, but saw that he took out a silver needle and tried the dishes one by one, and the silver needle remained unchanged.

Wei Yang put away the silver needle: "My son, you can eat it."

Jian Meng turned his head and looked at Xie Ting. This person is living...really tired!

Xie Ting: "What do you want to eat? I'll pick the vegetables for you."

Jian Meng took a small spoon: "I can do it myself."

"Your hands are too short." Xie Ting made a decision for her on her own. "Eat shrimp? This one tastes good."

Too...short?

Jian Meng couldn't help but glanced at her arm.

Where is it short? It's strange to be so long at this age, okay?

Xie Ting peeled a shrimp for her, dipped it in vinegar, and put it in her bowl: "You can taste it first."

"Thank you, brother."

Jian Meng scooped up the shrimp with a spoon, and just brought it to her lips, but suddenly heard a "bang", her hand shook, and the shrimp fell to the ground.

Xie Ting's face was gloomy.

The door of the wing had fallen to the ground, and a group of masked men in black ran in, each with a sharp knife in his hand.

Without saying a word, he came over at Xie Ting.

Wei Yang blew a whistle, and immediately a group of people appeared in the wing.