The humming sound outside that seemed to be choked by the neck finally stopped, and there was a faint sound of small conversations, which was slightly inaudible, and Yan Qinqing didn't bother to listen. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

She recalled why Deng Yiqing appeared in the toilet at home during this time period.

Why?

I'm afraid Deng Yiqing knows very well in her heart that Bai Feiyu, who took two days of sick leave under the banner of working overtime, is staying at home alone for what.

Certainly not for his so-called art, but for stealing.

Otherwise, why did Deng Yiqing take half a day off to go home just because her clothes were soiled on the subway? Why didn't she give up when she saw it? Why did she just secretly hide in the toilet and cry?

Yan Qinqing looked at the crying red eyes in the mirror, because her possession did not have those grievances and despair, just mockery.

Even if she hasn't been in love, she can only fight, even if she doesn't know true love, she knows that a woman doesn't know how to love herself, how can she love others?

Deng Yiqing gave all her love, all the love to Bai Feiyu, what did she get in the end?

What a hole in my head!

Yan Qinqing pursed her thin lips disdainfully, eager to point to the mirror and scold, thinking that she still had to fulfill her long-cherished wish for her, the anger in her heart was about to explode.

She closed her eyes and exhaled, rubbing her eyes, feeling the swelling and pain subside, and the small conversation between the two was gone, and the sound of footsteps walking on the floor could be heard.

The toilet in their house was not far from the studio, and there was only a gap in the toilet door where some movement could be heard.

She guessed that the dog man and woman were done, presumably leaving or doing something else, and opened her eyes and turned to close the toilet door gently.

Or find Xiao Zexiao first, and then discuss what to do next, and you can't go to class, right?

She had never been to work before, and the thought of facing the cynicism of Deng Yiqing's female colleagues in the company added another layer of anger in her heart.

Forget it, don't think about it, Deng Yiqing has made herself a joke in the eyes of others, and she is still willing to do it.

Compared with these bad things about her, Yan Qinqing felt that the betrayal she suffered was nothing, and she was stupid when she said it, and she didn't understand that people's hearts would change.

There was a heavy sound of the door closing outside, followed by the sound of turning things, Yan Qinqing guessed that Bai Feiyu should have sent people away, and he was looking for something because he was hungry or thirsty because of exercise.

She turned to face the mirror, followed Deng Yiqing's example, showed a sad look, picked up the bag on the washing machine, and opened the toilet door.

Bai Feiyu, who was wearing only a pair of underwear, heard the sound of the toilet door being opened, turned around in surprise, his hand was on the bucket of the water dispenser in the living room, and the other hand was holding a water cup, he quickly retracted his surprise, and asked with a calm eyebrow: "Why are you at home?"

Yan Qinqing quickly glanced at him, his figure was indeed good, he was also very handsome, his beautiful eyes and sword eyebrows were just right, when he was focusing on looking at people, it was like a slight discharge, which made people's hearts tingle, the straight nose bridge was just right, the front and side sides were perfect, the lip shape was appropriate, not thin or thick, and when he smiled, he looked very easy-going and gentle.

It's a pity that such a good-faced man has a rotten heart, or this thing has no heart at all, right?!

Yan Qinqing learned from the original owner's submissive and humble appearance of love, did not dare to look at him, lowered his head to look at the floor, twisted the strap of the bag in his hand with both hands, and his voice trembled with a hint of trembling, "I, I was soiled on the road, come back to wash it." Did you bother you?"

Bai Feiyu chuckled, his voice was full of good temper and patience after satisfaction, and his slightly magnetic voice replied softly: "Fool, why would you disturb me." ”

After he finished speaking, he took a few sips of the water cup, leaned over and put the cup on the coffee table, walked to Yan Qinqing in a few steps, rubbed the top of her hair like a husband, his eyes were cold, but his voice was extremely gentle, "Have you been back for a long time?"

This straightforward question made Yan Qinqing's heart be slapped with anger for a while, and her whole body trembled with anger, it was a trembling of anger, trembling to suppress the desire to kill, but Bai Feiyu thought that she was expressing her grievances, her face showed a little impatience, but the actions of her subordinates continued, "Baby, no one can be more important than you, you understand." Crying again?"

"It's been back for a while. I know it all, I know it all. It's all about art. Yan Qinqing learned from the appearance of the original owner, looked up at Bai Feiyu, who was much taller than herself, with attachment on her face, and shook her head, as if echoing his action of rubbing the top of his hair, the smile on the corner of his mouth seemed a little reluctant, but he tried to collapse, "Are you hungry?"

Yan Qinqing really admires Deng Yiqing's wonder, her husband cheats, she will not scold angrily, she will only comfort herself repeatedly, as long as her heart is still in herself, she will worry about whether he is tired, hungry, thirsty or not.

She really suspected that the original owner had gone mad, that love was crazy, that there was only love in this kind of world?

She tried very hard to suppress her angry heart and hands that were ready to move, and tried to make herself show the appearance of Deng Yiqing, who loved the mad demon.

"I'm not hungry. Now that I'm inspired, I'm ready to start drawing. Bai Feiyu quickly withdrew the hand that rubbed the top of her hair, smiled at her and turned around, the corners of his mouth drooped, with disdain in his eyes, he took a few steps and turned his head, and looked at her with a gentle smile on his face, "Have you discussed holding an art exhibition with your parents?"

That's right, forget about this stubble, Bai Feiyu has painted a lot of so-called artworks over the years, and wants Deng Yiqing's parents to pay for him to hold an art exhibition.

Yan Qinqing really wanted to shake the bag in his hand off his face, how could such a person still live! Why should he still live!

She lowered her head, her brows moved, forcing herself not to be impulsive, her hands almost tore off the strap of her bag because of forbearance, this appearance seemed to Bai Feiyu to be guilty, but embarrassed, she couldn't help frowning, looked at her with her hands around her chest, and saw that she kept lowering her head, and the expression on her face became more and more impatient.

"What's wrong?" his voice softened with a deep magnetism, easily soothing.

Yan Qinqing, who has always been voice-controlled, felt for the first time that hearing his voice could easily make her heart extremely irritable, she remembered that Deng Yiqing had forced her parents to leave for travel because of this matter, she slowly raised her head, pursed her lips, glanced at him and lowered her head, "It will take some time." Don't worry, I'm already thinking of a way. ”

"Well, I'm not in a hurry. I believe in you, baby. Bai Feiyu's tone sounded very sincere, but he rolled his eyes at her, turned around and entered the studio, and threw down a sentence coldly before closing the door, "I have to create well in the past few days, you just have to prepare the food for me, don't bother me easily." ”

"I see, you pay attention to your body. Yan Qinqing said this with concern in the tone of the original owner, and saw the door of the studio slamming shut, squinting slightly at the door, with only one thought in his heart, does killing him and leaving the body count as he only belongs to the original owner?