Fang Zhongkai lowered his eyes and looked at the things in the alley, there was a mess of everything, needles and threads, nails, hammers, some trauma ointments, scissors, cool oil...

In the end, he even turned out the sanitary napkins...

Is this going to 'break with him'?

Fang Zhongkai returned to his dormitory with the box, standing in the living room, gritting his fists and trying to find a way.

He originally planned to wait for Qin Chai'er to open the door and use the excuse that he wanted to read the information, and use her TV and video recorder as well.

Who knew that she didn't even give a chance to speak.

Fang Zhongkai walked around, and finally simply stuffed the tape into his belly, and he wanted to climb over the balcony.

Qin Chai'er had just come out of the shower, wiping her hair with a towel, listening to the news on TV in her ears.

In a trance, she seemed to hear a voice from the balcony, she shook her hair and raised her head, and Fang Zhongkai's tall figure forced her in front of her, so frightened that she almost didn't scream.

She angrily stretched out her hand to Fang Zhongkai with a towel and slammed it, and he reached out to catch it.

"You said you couldn't knock on the door, you didn't say you couldn't climb the wall."

Fang Zhongkai put the towel on her head again, walked over to the door and turned on the light.

The light in the living room lit up suddenly, and he realized that Qin Chai'er was wearing so... Few.

The pants are so short that they cover the buttocks, and the upper body is a white vest with a large snow-white patch exposed on the back, not to mention the arms.

Qin Chai'er wrapped the towel around her body and looked back at him: "Get out." If you don't leave, I'll go downstairs to complain to your leader now. ”

And it's not just him who will complain, she will too!

Fang Zhongkai turned a deaf ear, stepped forward and pulled her, pressed her head and pressed her to sit on the sofa: "I'll just leave after reading some information, be obedient, don't be playful, I will hear it next door for a while, I don't care." ”

Qin Chai'er really felt that a mouthful of blood was on the side of her throat, she looked at Fang Zhongkai as if she was at home, stepped forward and turned on the video recorder, played the videotape, and then walked to the sofa and sat down.

What appears on the screen is a surveillance screen at the entrance of the textile mill.

For the sake of him really reading the information, Qin Chai'er endured it, she stood up and went back to the room first.

Fang Zhongkai grabbed her wrist, pulled it back hard, and dragged it directly into his arms, he wanted to hold her to read the information, smelling the fragrance on her body, how could he still have the mind to read the information.

"Chase—" he called out to her, and his voice was clearly wrong.

Qin Chai'er looked at his hands clasped around his waist, and the words with big chest, thin waist and tight hips came to mind.

She lowered her head and bit down hard at the back of Fang Zhongkai's hand. It bites him painfully, and I don't believe that he won't let go.

Fang Zhongkai endured it with a stiff face, and he didn't snort.

Qin Chai'er could vaguely taste the smell of blood creeping into her mouth, her heart softened, she loosened her mouth first, lowered her eyes and saw that she was really bleeding, and this thick-skinned person was still indifferent.

Fang Zhongkai secretly took a breath of cold air and hugged her tighter: "What kind of hero are you biting my hand, you have the ability to bite my mouth." ”

He was like this, a hooligan who was alive in front of Qin Chai'er.

Qin Chai'er ignored him, got angry, and froze motionless.

Fang Zhongkai moved her body to make her more comfortable, and gently pinched her little belly without a trace of fat with both hands: "Didn't you eat dinner, why did you have a flat stomach." ”

Qin Chai'er slandered: "Pregnant women only have big bellies!" ”

Fang Zhongkai saw that she still refused to speak, and leaned his head over to cushion her shoulder socket: "You are still angry, I am not angry, what are you angry about, so many letters I have sent you over the years are like sinking into the sea." ”