Number One Ugly Husband

4.YOU ARE PLAYING TRICKS AGAIN.

Bao Ye looked down at the owner of the big hand: “What’s are you doing?”

“I saw your friends looking for you…” Dong Ling Ce’s smile became even more charming : “I can do a favor and send you down.”

He pulled the person with a little force, and then he grabbed Bao Ye’s ankle with one hand and hung him outside the balcony.

The slaves stopped shouting when they saw Bao Ye who might be thrown down at any time.

Bao Ye rolled his eyes, these people scolded him so hard, from which ear did he hear that he and those slaves were friends?

“Sir, have you ever heard the saying that someone’s good intentions can cause bad things?”

“Is sending you down to your friends a bad thing? Then let’s play a game instead.” Dong Ling Ce   carried him like a chicken: “After I throw you down from here, if you die, I will let those slaves not trouble you anymore.”

Bao Ye couldn’t help rolling his eyes again, after all, the man just wanted to throw him down and kill him, then who would trouble a dead man?

He looked at the ground 30 meters away from him: “What if I’m not dead?”

“If you’re not dead…” Dong Ling Ce thought about it seriously: “I’ll continue to play other small games with you.”

Bao Ye He muttered: “I think it’s better for me to die.”

It’s definitely not a good thing for a psychopath who can throw people from a height of 30 meters to come to him to play a games.

However, his soul is inseparable from this body. If the original body dies, he may really die, and he will never be able to change his brother’s fate.

Dong Ling Ce didn’t care whether he agreed or not, he let go, and Bao Ye quickly fell down.

The slaves exclaimed, and the timid ones covered their eyes in fear.

Just when everyone thought that Bao Ye would fall to his death, suddenly, he grabbed the fence of the balcony next to him, flipped over and landed on it.

Bao Ye stood up and loosened his muscles and bones, then smiled and waved to the slaves below: “Is everyone happy to see that I am not dead?”

This sentence immediately aroused public outrage.

“Damn, who’s happy?”

“Ugly slave, you bastard, come down if you have a balls.”

“Trash, you can run today, but you can’t run tomorrow.”

“Bastard…”

“Asshole…”

Bao Ye didn’t care at all, and still said with a smile on his faces: “For the sake of everyone’s hard work on ‘praising’ me, I kindly remind everyone that the exercise time is ending.

Du Peng, Xiao Wei and the others stared at Bao ye unwillingly and turned around to leave.

Bao Ye put his hands on the balcony, intending to climb down from the balcony, but when he thought that there was an unknown man upstairs staring at him, he gave up the idea. In order not to attract so much attention, he had no choice but to turn around obediently and go down the stairs.

Upstairs, Dong Ling Ce saw that Bao Ye hadn’t leaned out to look at him, so he turned around and leaned against the balcony bored.

His subordinate Leng Zhuo came over with two glasses of wine: “Master, you are playing tricks again.”

Dong Ling Ce picked up the wine glass, shook it, and raised the corner of his mouth: “He brought himself to the door. Speaking of which, This slave is quite interesting, not like an ordinary slave at all.”

If other slaves saw someone without a brand on their face, they would definitely not dare to be so presumptuous.

“It’s good to enough that he made you happy, master.” Leng Zhuo raised his hand to clink the wine glass with him.

Dong Ling Ce raised his wine glass to his mouth and took a sip.

Leng Zhuo, who was about to have a sip of wine, saw Dong Ling Ce’s red string bracelet shining red, and stopped suddenly: “Master, your red string bracelet is shining.” Dong Ling

Ce Putting down the wine glass and looking at the flashing red string bracelet, he frowned.

Leng Zhuo was puzzled: “Master, why did it light up in advance?”

Dong Ling Ce pursed his lips and remained silent.