Hunger strike?

Orlando frowned, entered the room with a dark face, glaring at the woman on the bed with her back to him.

"I heard you don't eat?"

"Hmph." Yan Feifei lifted the quilt and buried himself in the quilt, refusing to communicate with Orlando.

I'm so angry with her, doing sports in the car, the kind of embarrassing thing to see people, and locking her up, and he's a ghost.

Orlando's temper was still in a state of irritability, and he suddenly rushed over in a rage, lifted the quilt and said to Yan Feifei.

"Who do you think you are now? Dare to protest with a hunger strike? ”

"you!" Yan Fei stood up quickly, and went back angrily with his hands on his hips.

"Know you're still on a hunger strike? The child doesn't want it anymore? ”

"Yes! How not, but what do you mean by locking me in my room? If you want me to eat, I want to eat in a restaurant. ”

"Want to get out of the room? Love to eat or not! ”

Seeing Orlando turn his head and leave, Yan Feifei's aggrieved tears suddenly fell wildly, and he roared hoarsely. "Why do you want to lock me up, there must be a limit to restricting freedom, the villa is so big, are you worried that your subordinates won't be able to watch me well?"

After Yan Feifei roared, Orlando didn't even look back and left.

Yan Feifei hugged the quilt aggrievedly and cried in a low voice.

"Dead Orlando, Perverted Orlando, Tyrant Orlando."

The man who loved and doted on her was gone, she killed her, and now she is treated by the ruthless Orlando.

Woowoo...... I miss the paper tiger Orlando so much, not a real tiger.

Woowoo...... You cannot live if you have done your own iniquity.

Yan Feifei cried and cried and fell asleep, his brows were tightly locked, and there were tear stains on his face.

In the middle of the night, Orlando came to her room and saw that she had not eaten dinner, and that she had become haggard after a night.

Seeing her like this, he felt another heartache.

Obviously, this woman did something sorry for him, designed him, betrayed him, and even wanted to disappear from his eyes forever.

Such a woman, why should he be distressed.

He shouldn't be distressed, he should teach this woman a good lesson.

Seeing the tear stains on her face, Orlando couldn't help but reach out and wipe it, and immediately retracted her hand halfway through the wipe.

Damn woman, is this torturing him or herself.

Orlando, think about what she's done!

If you are not in the room, you have to learn to hate her.

Orlando stood up and turned away in desperation.

Yan Feifei woke up again, he was awakened by hunger, looked around to make sure that no one was there, opened the cabinet with the cat, took out the bread that he didn't know who had stolen, and ate it in three or two bites.

For the past two days, she has been using this to satisfy her stomach, so she won't really joke with her body!

Halfway through eating, the voice of Steward Qi suddenly sounded at the door, Yan Feifei didn't have time to chew the food in his mouth, he flew to lie on the bed, closed his mouth and pretended to sleep.

Realizing that there are still food scraps in your mouth, you reach out and wipe them off at will.

Butler Qi entered the room, holding fragrant food and placing it on the bedside table.

"Grandma Sun, this is a well-prepared breakfast."

"Take ......"

Yan Feifei was just about to say take it away, almost forgetting that there was food in his mouth, and he choked himself when he spoke.

Yes! I'm going to die! She's going to choke to death.

Yan Feifei's face was flushed, he quickly lifted the quilt and stood up, jumped with his back to Steward Qi, and kept patting his chest, trying to pat the food down.

Steward Qi looked confused, and didn't understand what Grandma Sun was doing? Dancing?

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I gave a ticket, but there is a difference between reading the text and not giving a ticket, and not giving money after sleeping? , you are lonely, the young lady warms you with a movie