Xiao Zexiao waited for Yan Qinqing to enter the room, closed the door, opened the trunk and took out all the things needed for barbecue. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Got the barbecue grill ready, looked at the closed door, and sped up the movement of his men.

Yan Qinqing stood in front of the stunned Bai Feiyu, looking careless, but he was carefully observing his expression, and saw that he was completely different from seven days ago.

Not only did he not have the heart to resist and struggle, but he also lost the looming anger, and it was really completely destroyed in seven days?

Bai Feiyu rubbed his beaten face with both hands, not daring to look at Yan Qinqing. He felt that her two slaps were completely merciless, and his heart was flustered.

At the beginning of being tied up, he still thought about running away and leaving, until he was locked up in this dark room alone, completely unaware of day and night, and stayed in a state of confusion for these days.

He figured out one thing, now he is still alive, he has something to eat and water to drink, all thanks to Deng Yiqing's love for him.

If this love fades until it is gone, then his life may also hang in the balance.

What laws punish these words, she is dead, she was arrested, even the death penalty is not cost-effective.

Bai Feiyu, who was desperate for his life, realized that he had to honestly cooperate with Deng Yiqing to take this breath.

But he didn't expect Deng Yiqing to have such a big change, become a strong personality, become beautiful, and even have a bright temperament.

He was torn up in his heart, thinking about why she had changed so much, why she suddenly treated herself so much, and completely forgot to resent it.

Bai Feiyu slowly let go of the hand that was rubbing his face, and looked at Yan Qinqing again, with a pleading in his eyes, "Yiqing, what do you want me to do?"

Yan Qinqing waited for him to ease the strength of the two slaps, raised his hand and looked at it, and Yu Guang saw him instinctively shrink back, and he was very satisfied.

"Feiyu has been playing for so many years, is he very fast?"

Yan Qinqing's unhurried voice made Bai Feiyu nervous, shook his head again and again, and denied it, "No, it's not happy." I only have you in my heart!"

"Oh?" Yan Qinqing dragged out her voice, chuckled lightly after a moment, calculated that the time was almost up, walked to the door, and opened the door.

Seeing that he subconsciously looked out of the door, he didn't stop it, but leaned towards the door, so that he could see it thoroughly.

Xiao Zexiao had already finished the barbecue grill, and the charcoal was burned, and he was facing the door sideways, and was putting the barbecue on the iron rack one by one.

In the relatively closed warehouse, the aroma of barbecue has not yet come, but there is a puff of carbon smoke and fire, as if it has brought the outside world in.

Bai Feiyu's eyes looked at Xiao Zexiao's side a little sluggishly, his gaze moved as he put the kebab, and his Adam's apple moved.

"I don't care if I'm full of biscuits these days, do you want to eat barbecue?" Yan Qinqing's voice was soft, and it sounded very tempting.

These words made Bai Feiyu nod involuntarily, and after a while, he shook his head violently, "No." The cookies you gave were delicious. ”

Yan Qinqing sneered, turned his head and glanced at him with your innocent eyes, and turned his gaze to Xiao Zexiao, "Don't you want to eat barbecue? ”

Bai Feiyu's Adam's apple moved again, his eyes lit up and he looked at Yan Qinqing, and excitedly shook his hand and stroked his short hair, "For me?"

Yan Qinqing smiled and didn't say anything, but walked towards the door, walked to the car door, and leaned over to get something.

Bai Feiyu watched her walk away, stretched out his hand to stop her, and hesitantly withdrew his hand, his eyes scanning back and forth between the barbecue grill and Yan Qinqing.

Yan Qinqing slowly walked back to the door with a pen and a book in his hand, and raised the things in his hand towards Bai Feiyu.

Bai Feiyu looked at the thing in her hand inexplicably, thought for a moment and asked tentatively, "This is, this is for me to paint?"

Yan Qinqing walked in front of him, handed him the pen and the book, and saw that he touched and touched it with a cherished look on his face, and slapped him with his backhand.

Bai Feiyu is excited that he can be accompanied by artistic creation, so that he is no longer afraid of the dark night, not afraid of loneliness, he can find inspiration in the dark night, and then paint it.

This slap stunned him, and he looked up at Yan Qinqing blankly, "Yiqing?"

"Are you still thinking about your art, are you thinking about your woman or your art?" Yan Qinqing's voice became cold again.

Bai Feiyu threw the pen and the book aside, holding his head and shaking his body, "I don't want to be artistic!"

"Do you remember how many women you have played with?" Yan Qinqing picked up the pen and notebook that he threw aside, and handed them to him, "Remember?"

Bai Feiyu slowly raised his head, showing a frightened face, and shook his head, "I don't remember." ”

Yan Qinqing took the notebook and slapped him on the head, "I really don't remember, write it down for me!!"

"Write it down, remember what?" Bai Feiyu looked at the thing in her hand with straight eyes, and slowly looked up at her with a sluggish reaction, "What?"

Yan Qinqing sneered and raised the notebook in his hand, "If you have played a few, write down a few! If you can't remember the name, draw the word 'positive'! I want to see how many times you have played." ”

Bai Feiyu stretched out his hand with a shaking hand to grab the book, and quickly withdrew his hand and shook his head violently, "I haven't played with anyone else." I only love you!"

Yan Qinqing threw the notebook in front of him, slapped him again with his backhand, and hit him crooked on the bed, "I told you to write! Otherwise, don't talk about the barbecue, the biscuits are gone!"

When Bai Feiyu heard this, he hurriedly took the pen and notebook beside him, opened the cap, opened the notebook, knelt on the bed and repeated softly, "Write it down, write it down." ”

Yan Qinqing saw that he finally started writing honestly, and his voice became gentle again, "Don't worry, think slowly, write slowly." From the time we fell in love to the present, you can write as many as you play. If there is one person missing. ”

She paused for a moment, then suddenly leaned over and approached Bai Feiyu's face, tilted her head to see him in horror and noticed her approach, moved back, sneered, and looked at him with a cruel gaze, "Write one less, and I'll chop off one of your fingers!"

As she spoke, her fingertips, which had been trimmed to a perfect amplitude and smeared with bright red nail polish, tapped his hand holding the pen, the brilliant red was dazzling and dazzling against his somewhat greasy and dull skin.

This smear of red made Bai Feiyu seem to see the blood red that flowed out of his fingers being chopped off, his eyes widened, looking at the fingertips of this red eye, nodded again and again, and muttered and repeated, "One does not fall, one does not fall." ”

Yan Qinqing slowly withdrew his fingertips and patted his head gently with his palm, "Feiyu." Obedience is everything. ”

Bai Feiyu knelt at the head of the bed, biting the end of the pen in his mouth, docile like an obedient pet, and nodded again and again, "I understand, I understand." ”

Yan Qinqing chuckled with satisfaction, withdrew his hand, and turned around neatly, allowing him to see his snow-white skin and graceful figure again.

Bai Feiyu saw Yan Qinqing sitting next to the barbecue, his hands around his chest, and he was facing himself easily.

She crossed one leg and leaned back in a chair, her head slightly raised, revealing a smooth and graceful chin, and the contours of her facial features looked hazy and particularly wonderful in the smoke.

Her appearance at the moment is like a still painting, which makes people can't help but want to look at the flowers in the fog.

Bai Feiyu looked at her with confusion and a hint of obsession in his eyes for a long time, until he smelled the aroma of barbecue, then he came back to his senses and looked down at the spread out book, and was still muttering softly in his mouth, "I don't remember, I don't remember the name." ”