"He pulled me over, and you can see that a layer of skin has been worn off my knees, and my hands still hurt." Bingqing took out another piece of paper from the carton, wiped her nose and tears, on the carpet of the coffee table in the living room, there were white flowers, and she threw toilet paper.

"Isn't it just that you don't wash your hands? He's so angry with me. Bingqing put the paper in front of her nose and blew her nose.

"If it hadn't been for the tall and skinny man who sent me back, I would have to spend the night in the mountains tonight, you know? There wasn't even a signal on the mountain. Maybe there's a beast ......."

Another piece of paper was thrown on the carpet by her. She reached into the carton to draw paper, but it was empty. She threw the empty carton on the ground in a fit of rage, "Even a piece of paper bullied me." ”

Fu Feng, who was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, took a bite of an apple in his hand, and glanced at Bingqing with slanted contempt: "Neurotic!" Then he munched on the flesh.

Since Bingqing came back, Feiyi and Fu Feng began to listen to her chatter, two hours have passed, and the words have been repeated many times, and she still has a feeling that she is still unfinished.

During this period, Feiyi and Fu Feng had dinner, watched another episode of TV series, and Fu Feng also took a cold shower.

"You have dumped Jiang Yefan, what are you not satisfied with." Feiyi picked up the remote control and changed it again.

"I just don't feel reconciled." Bingqing took out a pack of paper from the coffee table drawer, opened the carton, and put it inside. She pulled out another piece of paper, only to find that there were no tears to wipe away.

"Jiang Yefan, a noble son who is so cold, is now being brought by you, a ruffian star, ......" Fu Feng finished the last bite of the apple, and threw the kernel into the open-air trash can on the lawn downstairs through the window, impartially.

He was so pleased with his technique that he smiled at the corners of his mouth and forgot what he was going to say next.

Bingqing was not such a person before, although she was a bit second, but she was also a noble and cold image in front of people. was said by Fu Feng, but it was hers, wasn't it?

Bingqing got up from the sofa, stepped on the thick toilet paper with cotton slippers, pulled her bathrobe from the hanger, and closed the bathroom door with a bang.

Ten minutes later, she hastily washed her hair and washed it all over her body, the tears on her face were gone, but her eyes were faintly red and swollen.

She stood in front of the vanity mirror, slapped the night cream on her face expressionlessly, and after shooting, she looked left and right, and her skin was still as moist as fresh fruit, so she curled the corners of her lips very queenly. Out of the bathroom.

Fu Feng was amazed by Bingqing's hibiscus-like appearance and moon appearance.

He almost scratched his fingers while peeling fruit.

He usually came home late, and every time he came back, the two of them slept together. He had also seen Bingqing come out of the bathroom twice.

It may be that she used to be as imposing as a rainbow, without the slightest girl's weakness, and every time she comes out, she either yells at him to see something, or she wants to kick him in the eye.

He never noticed that Liu Bingqing still had such a touching side. Half-dried hair falls on her shoulders, and her thin silk pajamas set off her figure gracefully.

His eyelashes were lowered, his eyes were dull, and he bit his lip slightly, feeling a little aggrieved.

Girls, that's how it should be.

Like a female man all day long, how can you arouse the protection of men**, even if you are as beautiful as a fairy!

Bingqing walked weakly to the side of the sofa, sat down in despair, and didn't notice that the paper on the ground had been cleaned up.

I didn't notice that Feiyi was no longer there and kept changing the channel.

didn't notice that Fu Feng was admiring her with the exclusive expression of admiring all the women.

Fu Feng was so fascinated by it that he almost forgot what was happening outside the window.

When he turned his eyes to the Audi under the dim street lamp outside the window again, Feiyi was standing a meter away from Eno Fan, saying goodbye to him very thoughtfully and politely.

Jiang Yefan seemed to notice that someone was looking at him above, and looked at Fu Feng, his gaze sharp and determined.

Fu Feng only felt cold... (To be continued.) )