Chapter 35: Sooner or Later I Was Tossed to Death
"Song Yichen, I'll ask you today if you're convinced?"
Han Feiyu asked in general geology.
Unexpectedly, Song Yichen also twisted his slender waist tenaciously, trying to make the last dying struggle.
But it was in vain.
"Well, you Korean dog, you want me to convince you, wait for the day you die!
Song Yichen spat out the long hair that had been scraped to his mouth, and he was still as hard as before.
I was sure that Han Feiyu didn't dare to do anything with her.
Who are you pretending to scare?
She's not afraid!
"Tsk, good, good!" Han Feiyu smiled and said, "Ye just likes to gnaw hard bones like you." â
After speaking, a malicious smile appeared on his face, shook off his free hand, and pressed the joint with one hand, making a crisp "crackling" sound.
"Then I'll loosen your bones. â
Han Feiyu's voice was like a demon from hell, constantly echoing in Song Yichen's mind.
Her face changed suddenly, and she just wanted to say a few words of forgiveness, but it was too late.
Han Feiyu's hand had quietly fallen.
"Let's start here. â
As he spoke, his fingers lightly touched Song Yichen's crystal clear earlobe, and pinched it mischievously.
"You...... What are you going to do!...... I warn you, I'm not afraid of you!"
Song Yichen panicked in his heart, and whispered inwardly.
"Hey, hey, hey. â
Han Feiyu didn't answer her, just narrowed his eyes and smiled slightly.
Slowly, her fingers moved down to her air-exposed creaky socket, fingertips brushing over a flawless piece of jade.
"Haha...... You...... No...... Ha ha...... It's a mess. â
Song Yichen immediately couldn't help laughing, trembling violently all over his body, and almost broke free from Han Feiyu's confinement.
"Hmph, this is just the beginning, if you don't say 'serve' today, the master will be consumed with you to the end. â
Han Feiyu continued to move her hands non-stop, causing her to laugh uncontrollably, and tears were about to flow out of her eyes.
"Woo...... Ha ha...... I am...... Won't give in. â
Song Yichen adhered to the only remaining stubbornness and reason in his heart, gritted his teeth and forced himself not to laugh, but there was still laughter that slipped out of his mouth mischievously from time to time.
"Oh, really, you're awesome!" Han Feiyu was as yin and yang as ever, and after attacking up and down, left and right, he could already see the dawn of victory not far away, just a short shot, a kick on the football field.
So, he opened the third round of offensive.
Continue down and come to Song Yichen's waist.
The loose short-sleeved top really can't hide the beautiful spring light around the waist.
Han Feiyu poked her slender waist of Yang Liu, who didn't have a trace of fat, tilted her head, and said slowly: "Then what about here, are you ready?"
"Hahahaha, no, Han Dogou, spare me!"
Song Yichen seemed to have been caught in the underbelly, and instantly trembled, changed his original attitude, and begged for mercy.
What an iron-clad one!
It's you, Song Yichen!
Han Feiyu smiled and lowered his voice and asked, "Oh, do you know it's wrong?"
Song Yichen whimpered: "Woo woo, I know." â
Han Feiyu withdrew his hand and continued to ask, "Do you want to accept it?"
"Don't you dare, I'll take it, can't I take it?"
Song Yichen said with his face down and chirping.
Some are incoherent.
Seeing this, Han Feiyu was also satisfied to let go of the hand that imprisoned her, turned over and left the sofa.
But Song Yichen was still like a small fish washed up on the beach, lying there motionless.
"Hmph, the sofa is messed up, hurry up and clean up. â
"Hmm......"
"What are you pretending to be dead, haven't you 'enjoyed' enough?"
"Ahh
Song Yichen hurriedly got up from the sofa when he heard this, his hair was messily draped over his shoulders, he glared at Han Feiyu with a blushing face, and said, "Han dog, stinky rascal, clean up by yourself!"
"Ah, you can try another one. â
As soon as Han Feiyu stomped her foot, she immediately ran away like a frightened bird, and when she felt safe, she didn't forget to make a grimace and stick out her tongue.
"Slightly~"
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Look at the master who doesn't you!
Han Feiyu picked up the pillow not far away and was about to throw it at her, but Song Yichen immediately turned around and ran back to the room in a panic.
With a "bang", the door was closed.
"Sample, fight with the master, you are still a little tender!"
Han Feiyu pursed his lips, put down the pillow in his hand, and lowered his head to see the messy sofa being tossed.
Grandma's legs have to be cleaned up!
Han Feiyu reluctantly tidied up the sofa, and she happened to come out of the room.
I'm afraid it's not a good time, it's not bad at all.
Out of the corner of Han Feiyu's eyes, he saw a document bag in the corner coldly.
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It's really a master's courier.
Song Yichen, Tie Hanhan, didn't fool people?
Han Feiyu picked up the document bag with a hint of doubt, and simply and rudely tore open the plastic packaging.
At this time, Song Yichen also quietly walked over from behind him, with a curious look, and said in a low voice: "What a good thing, let me take a look too." â
"Side, there's you everywhere. Han Feiyu angrily pushed her head away and looked at it.
It was a small black notebook - a driver's license.
His whole person suddenly realized.
In this case, then the sender must be Lu Yan.
I didn't expect that she just mentioned it that day, and she got everything done so quickly.
What should I say?
Maybe that's the power of money?!
"Cut~ What's hidden, don't let people see it, people don't want to see it yet. â
Song Yichen sat on the sofa that had just been tidied up and said quietly.
Han Feiyu ignored her complaints, and went back to the room to put the things away first, otherwise he would just throw them there, and maybe he would be gnawed by the flower arm one day.
The little things have been quite quiet lately, but it's hard to guarantee that one day they will run out to make trouble while people are away.
This has not been done before, and the edge of the sofa is still scratched by it.
"Get up, have you memorized all the lyrics, just rest here?"
Han Feiyu said with a straight face.
"Hmm...... Almost. â
Song Yichen fell there as if he didn't have any bones on his body, and he was stumbling.
I believe you're a ghost.
Han Feiyu picked up the guitar that was thrown by the wall, moved a sister-in-law over, sat in front of her with her legs crossed, and said, "Then I'll play, you sing, don't want to eat tonight if you sing a wrong sentence." â
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Song Yichen raised his head to look at him in a daze.
Are you kidding?
If you don't let you eat, it's better to just let her die.
"Get out!" Song Yichen kicked Han Feiyu angrily, then sat upright, and put on a posture as if he was ready to be generous.
Han Feiyu held the guitar in his arms, plucked it a few times, and began to tune it.
"I'm here I go!"
"Uh-huh, come on!"
Song Yichen put his legs together, his two hands hesitantly placed in front of him, and the chick nodded like a peck of rice.
And Han Feiyu was silent for a moment, inexplicably feeling that the brief conversation between the two was so embarrassing...... Evil.
He shook his head quietly, put his hand on the strings, and after a short memory in his mind, he was about to pluck the strings and play the prelude, but was interrupted by Song Yichen's sudden opening.
"Wait!" Song Yichen hurriedly raised his hand to stop it, his eyes began to look around, and at the same time, he muttered: "Where is the piece of paper where I wrote the lyrics?"
Han Feiyu: "......"
There's a lot going on.
He had to take the hand that was pressed on the string away.
Until Song Yichen took the waste paper that seemed to him to be useless at all, and sat back on the sofa.
"Ahem, Xiao Yuyu, let's start. â
Song Yichen said with a slightly solemn expression.
made Han Feiyu almost nervous with him.
After a little adjustment, Han Feiyu gently plucked the guitar, and a relaxing and soothing prelude slowly flowed out under his fingertips, echoing throughout the living room.
Hua Arm didn't know when he came to Han Feiyu's side, and curled up in a ball leaning on the legs of the chair.
"Sing, you're there!"
"Huh?!What are you singing?now?"
"Otherwise, you won't have to sing in a few minutes. â
"Oooh oh. â
Han Fei Hansheng looked at her lovelessly, and didn't know what to say for a while.
Ye is really a cheap bone, and he has nothing to do when he is idle!
"Why didn't I play you?"
Song Yichen blinked his eyes and said suspiciously.
"Hey, I'm going to be by you!"
Han Feiyu's face was dark, and she really wanted to paste the guitar in her arms directly on her face, today is either you die or I die.
Anyway, there must be one person who doesn't end well!
"Shut up, sit there, and listen to me. Listen, it's a chance. â
Han Feiyu raised a finger and shook it in front of her.
"Huh?!good, good!"
Song Yichen nodded in surprise when he heard this.
In the blink of an eye, Han Feiyu had already plucked the guitar again and sang softly.
"You've seen ......"
â......â
Time passed quietly at Han Feiyu's fingertips.
Soon a few minutes passed, and the song ended.
The sound of the guitar gradually faded away, and Han Feiyu stopped his movements unconsciously.
Originally, his eyes diverged from his concentration slowly gathered together, and the whole person breathed a sigh of relief for no reason, and said lightly: "Remember?"
"Hmm......" Song Yichen immediately put his hands behind his back, his waist was straight, his eyes were erratic, and he looked like a thief.
Han Feiyu was puzzled for a moment, squinting his eyes and squinting at her.
"Uh-huh, remember. â
Song Yichen didn't have the courage to meet Han Feiyu's gaze, and tilted his head to the side, trying his best to cover up what was behind him.
"Alright, I'll play it, you try it. â
Han Feiyu didn't bother to explore what she was hiding behind the covers.
"Huh?!...... Are you here once?"
Song Yichen leaned forward slightly, and said with a hint of embarrassment on his face.
Han Feiyu: "......"
Song Yichen!
You hapi, sooner or later you will be tossed to death!