She pursed her lips, it's really a disaster, it's just a matter of burning the pot, and she has to face Qi Yan's virtue, who can stand it, if it goes on like this, she will have to be driven crazy by him sooner or later.

A heavy voice laughed twice.

"Do you know who you're staring at?"

Almost instantly, Qi Yan stood in front of the flower fat mist, he hugged his slender waist with one hand, half held it in his arms, stretched out his other hand and flicked it on her forehead again, his dark eyes flashed, "You are really a baby." ”

Vomit.

Who wants to be your baby.

What kind of eccentric character is this man, who has nothing to do all day long, as long as he sees himself, he wants to get up and down, afraid that he is hungry and thirsty?

But there are countless beauties in the fairy gate, why do you choose to start with yourself?

Alas, the world is unpredictable, and there is no way to run into it.

Thinking about it like this, he simply stopped struggling, anyway, the more he struggled, the stronger Qi Yan's smile became, which showed that he was happy to see that he did not give in.

Don't do what he wants.

The mist placed the food plate between the two of them, separated by a short distance, and looked at him with his eyes in a posture of looking at death.

Seeing that she didn't struggle, Qi Yan was slightly startled, squinted his eyes, and said, "I said, you had a fever last night, and this son let you go, and you ran away before, and this son let you go again." But now, even for the sake of saving your life, you should make a promise to yourself, what? Do you think I'm going to let you go today? Does this son seem to be a horseman? ”

Flower Butter Mist looked serious and shook his head: "It's not like that." ”

"Is this talking back to me?"

"Don't dare."

Qi Yan was stunned for a moment, slightly relaxed his strength, and the flower fat mist not only did not struggle, but also remained motionless, as if a bystander was waiting to watch the play.

Being stared at by her like this, Qi Yan felt uncomfortable, and always felt that something was weird, but he didn't know that the other party was just as uncomfortable, but there was really no way, so he just dealt with it randomly.

The more this happens, the more I scratch the itch of my heart and liver.

He bent down and lay down at the ear of the flower fat mist, his lips pressed to the earlobe, almost kissing, "You are the only woman who does not want to be with me. ”

Hua Rouge silently rolled his eyes, scolding him for being a narcissist.

Qi Yan saw that she was still unmoving, and a nameless fire rose.

In fact, there is the existence of Dugu Fengxi, even if Hua Rouwu is willing to make a personal promise, he has no right to marry her. So, he didn't want to persecute her.

But right now, what is this woman's attitude?

A provocative posture!

This expression, this action, this look, as if questioning Qi Yan, do you dare? Do you really dare?

His face was hot, and somehow, his heart was beating heavily, and his mind was full of teaching her a good lesson.

So, in the next second, Qi Yan couldn't help but pick her up by the waist, strode to the couch, threw it on the light silk quilt, and the body of the flower fat mist was connected to the corner of the skirt, flying and falling in the air.

was thrown by him like this, his clothes were messed up, his hair bun was scattered, and he was half embarrassed and half persistent.

The flower fat mist still had that look, and there was a chill in my heart.

If providence makes people, then she would rather take herself for a different path of revenge.

"I'm sorry for you!"

Qi Yan stared at the woman below him and frowned.

Just as he was about to be hungry for food, there was a sudden knock on the door of the dormitory, and when no one came out to greet him, the person at the door walked in unceremoniously.

"Brother Yan'er, where are you, Brother Yan'er?"