"Qingrou has a fever?"

Gu Feng frowned, thought about it, put on a piece of clothing, and prepared to take a look.

Ming Yan's body trembled in his arms, and he immediately reached out to hug his narrow waist.

Gu Feng turned his head and found that her deep eyes were shining, and her red little face was full of charm.

is coquettish like a demon concubine of a troubled country.

The corners of his lips hooked, and he looked down and pinched her tender face.

"Don't be jealous, Qingrou is my benefactor, and she is a distinguished guest after all. I'm going to see her and I'll be back shortly. ”

But Ming Yan wrapped it tighter, and one hand slowly wrote in his palm.

"Don't go, don't go."

Gu Feng was silent, such a little Yan was so cute and cute that it was like going back to the past.

But why did she suddenly go from a numb machine to being so clingy.

Ming Yan is pretending, and the gap between him and her is still there.

She's so fickle, he really doesn't know if she really wants to live a good life with him, or if she has another trick.

Gu Feng slowly retracted his hand and said in a deep voice.

"Well, don't make a fuss. I'm just going to take a look. ”

After saying that, he still ruthlessly pushed her hand away, sorted out her clothes, and walked out of the room.

The door slammed shut, the smile on Ming Yan's lips gradually solidified, and the gaze in her eyes became numb and empty again.

The whole person was immersed in a gray shadow of despair.

She lost, hehe, she still lost to Song Qingrou's green tea table.

Ming Yan casually picked up a thin pajama and draped it on her body, and walked barefoot to the table outside.

The pistol and a few bullets were still neatly arranged, and Ah Feng was in too much of a hurry to pay attention to it.

The corners of her lips curled slightly, and her hand slowly picked up the gun.

For so many years, she had been imagining herself holding a gun to her temple and pulling it down neatly.

She, a person who has long been a walking dead, should not have lived a long time ago.

Before, two things were still holding up.

work, and the happy memories of those years with Ah Feng.

Now, the job is gone, Ah Feng, he wants to marry Song Qingrou's green tea.

Ming Yan slowly loaded the bullet into the pistol and thought silently in her heart.

"Baby, Mommy is here to accompany you."

From the time Ah Feng resolutely turned around and walked out of this room, she was completely dead to him.

Her atonement has finally come to an end.

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At this time, Gu Feng was in Song Qingrou's guest room.

When he walked in, he frowned.

Song Qingrou has a heart, and her guest room was specially chosen next to his bedroom.

Song Qingrou was lying in the quilt and wrapped herself tightly, her face looking extremely pale.

His eyes were tightly closed, and his body was trembling incessantly.

"Young master, Miss Song was frightened, and she kept calling Ming Yan when she fell asleep, don't hit me."

The maid in charge of the caretaker was careful to tell the truth.

Gu Feng was silent, walked to her bedside, and said in a deep voice.

"Qingrou, Ming Yan actually doesn't have a heart. But she thought we were having an affair and was jealous and angry. I apologize on her behalf. Recuperate, if you need anything, just ask. ”

The air conditioner in the room was very hot, Gu Feng simply took off his coat, poured a glass of water for Song Qingrou, and then motioned to the maid to serve her a drink.

I stood next to him and accompanied him for a while.

Before he could stay with him for long, a distant gunshot suddenly sounded outside.

Gu Feng raised his head suddenly, and the pistol on the table flashed in his mind.

He was so entangled by Ming Yan today that he forgot the gun on the table!