Chapter 1815: The Jaw-Dropping Look

This made Teng Ziyue a little overwhelmed. She rolled her eyes in her heart and thought: Where did I offend this jealous guy again?

Teng Ziyue's little face was red. Seeing that the man in front of her still had no intention of stopping, she pinched Huo Junting's body with both hands.

Unexpectedly, the man in front of her breath became heavier and heavier, and he refused to let her go at all.

In fact, what Teng Ziyue was thinking in her mind was: How can this man not be afraid of pain at all.

When she felt that she was about to suffocate, Huo Junting finally stopped kissing.

He pulled Teng Ziyue, who was still panting stupidly, back to the house.

"Junting, you said that this month is almost over, why is there still no news from Yajing? Has she sent you any message?" Teng Ziyue asked.

Luo Yajing is her right-hand man. Although she can now handle the company's affairs independently, she still hopes that Luo Yajing will come back soon.

Because with Luo Yajing's help, Teng Ziyue can also take some time out from her busy schedule.

Huo Junting, who was reminded of Teng Ziyue's memories, suddenly changed his face. He thought that he was really calculated by Zhang Yang. He originally wanted to get rid of Luo Yajing, the annoying little girl, so that she would no longer stick to Teng Ziyue all the time, so that he could have a chance to get along with Teng Ziyue.

But just as one left, another one came. Looking at Luo Jialuo's posture, she might be much more powerful than Luo Yajing in pestering people.

"I wonder how Zhang Yang and the others are doing now?" Seeing that Huo Junting didn't say anything, Teng Ziyue's voice rang again.

And Zhang Yang and Luo Yajing, who were worried about them, happened to encounter a pillow fight today.

As soon as the two went out, they were shocked by the crowds in front of them.

Those people held a white goose down pillow in their hands.

Just when the two were still dazed, an old man with a whistle on his chest and a red cap also stuffed two pillows into their hands.

Regardless of the fact that the two still looked unresponsive, he stepped aside and blew the whistle.

After the old man blew the whistle, people seemed to be crazy and used the pillows in their hands as weapons to hit the people around them fiercely.

They didn't care about the people around them or whether they knew them.

At this time, Luo Yajing finally reacted. She had encountered a pillow fight here. When she was in China, she often saw this in newspaper reports. Now she was here and could finally experience it herself. She pulled Zhang Yang's sleeve, who was still confused, and shouted: "Why are you still standing there? The pillow fight has officially begun!"

Zhang Yang, whose eardrums were about to break due to Luo Yajing's voice, finally understood it and immediately joined the fight.

Zhang Yang ignored Luo Yajing, who was looking at him from the side with calculations in her eyes.

In Zhang Yang's heart, Luo Yajing had automatically been classified as someone on the same side as him.

Unfortunately, Zhang Yang could never guess the thoughts of a woman he didn't know.

Luo Yajing looked at Zhang Yang who was about to attack someone, covered her smile, and took advantage of Zhang Yang's inattention to throw the pillow in her hand at Zhang Yang's handsome face.

Because the pillow was very soft, Zhang Yang didn't feel any pain.

Zhang Yang turned his head, his eyes full of shock, and looked at Luo Yajing who was still laughing in disbelief.

Then, he was amused by Luo Yajing's expression.

Originally, because the two of them were standing in a remote place, there was still a distance from the center of the war, so the two were not seriously affected, but now there were more and more people attracted by Luo Yajing's loud laughter.

A young woman threw a pillow at Luo Yajing who was still laughing at Zhang Yang, knocking Luo Yajing unconscious.

With Luo Yajing's personality, how could she let others do anything to her? She quickly picked up the pillow in her hand and threw it madly at the young woman who threw the pillow at her.

The young woman originally thought that seeing this oriental woman was short and thin, to put it more clearly, she saw that Luo Yajing was easy to bully, so she took action. What she didn't expect was that Luo Yajing looked like a little white rabbit, but in reality she was a big-tailed wolf. The young woman who had aroused Luo Yajing's fighting spirit was now counterattacked by Luo Yajing and was now being chased and beaten by her.

She kept shouting: "Stop! Stop!" Unfortunately, Luo Yajing, who was already crazy, didn't pay attention to these, and the pillow in her hand was still hitting the young woman with undiminished force.

Zhang Yang on the side looked at Luo Yajing running around the field and shook his head helplessly. Looking at the petite figure, the tenderness in his eyes almost overflowed.

He also threw away the shackles on his body and fought with an unknown foreign friend. He was the same as Luo Yajing, and he chased and beat someone.

Time passed by little by little. The old man who had just handed the pillow to the two people suddenly appeared from nowhere and blew the whistle. Everyone who was still fighting stopped what they were doing.

Their faces were full of emotions after the fight, so everyone looked very happy.

Only a few people, because of bad luck, met the same "madman" as Luo Yajing and the others and were beaten without any ability to fight back. Now they looked sad.

The old man spoke in English on the stage, which when translated means: "After a unanimous vote, the winner of this pillow contest is our lady from the East!"

As he said that, he pointed at Luo Yajing.

Luo Yajing, who still didn't understand what was happening in front of her, was pushed onto the podium by everyone.

In the cheers of everyone, the old man talked a lot, and finally hung the medal in his hand around Luo Yajing's neck.

After a long time, the old man finally finished speaking, and Luo Yajing almost fell asleep on the stage!

Finally, I found Zhang Yang from the crowd after it was over, and the two walked hand in hand to a nearby restaurant to replenish their energy!

On the other side, Teng Ziyue and Huo Junting have returned home.

The eye-catching scene is Luo Jialuo holding the pot and pouring it into the bowl, trying to put all the remaining noodles in the pot into the empty bowl.

Seemingly noticing the movement outside the door, Luo Jialuo turned around and saw Teng Ziyue's jaw dropped, and next to him was Huo Junting, who had finally replaced his ten-thousand-year-old iceberg face.

The surprised look on Huo Junting's face at that time was exactly the same as that of Teng Ziyue. It was almost too similar.