Chapter 917: The Little Yellow Essay I Wrote Has Come True (44)
The boss's opinion has dropped from 30 to 20 since that day, and it looks like he's made up his mind to set a line with her.
The system counts the favorability value of 20 every day and sighs: [20 favorability value, don't you want to think of a way to host it? ] 】
Ye Chuijin went shopping every day during the day, bought a bunch of things and went back to Cuiyu Building.
Hearing the system sigh like this, Ye Chuijin smiled: [What's the hurry? Have you forgotten the original owner's Xiao Huangwen? 】
Just like supporting her words, Feng Hongyin finally reappeared at night.
It's just that compared to the previous times, his face was the most serious this time.
Because in the morning, when he woke up, he heard a "ding" sound in his head.
[Ding-Quest Release: He pressed her under him, the two skin were close to each other, he slammed hard, and a sweet "ah" overflowed from the mouth under him. 】
Feng Hongyin looked at this task and lifted the table.
What is this??
Offend public decency!
Shameless!!
Who the hell is this white deer! Let him know that he must have pumped his tendons and peeled his skin!!
So when Feng Hongyin arrived at Cuiyu Building at night, the whole person exuded a thick black gas, and when she arrived at her room, she closed the door, walked to the table and poured out the wine, and poured herself a large glass.
Ye Chuijin laughed wildly in his heart, made a soft and weak appearance on the surface, timidly poured wine for him, and did not forget to show his loyalty: "Lord Wang, look, is there any change in the slave's room?" ”
Feng Hongyin raised her head and saw that her originally plain room had really changed a lot, and all kinds of strange-shaped decorations and furnishings were full.
Feng Hongyin still nodded with a blushing face.
Seeing him nod, the smile on her face became more and more sincere.
And just when she wanted to say something more, Feng Hongyin didn't bother to communicate with her anymore, and simply stretched out his hand to press her on the table.
The quilt flask on the table was knocked to the floor, wetting her sleeves.
The edges and corners of the table under her hurt people, she struggled, and her eyes were full of water waves: "Lord Wang......"
Feng Hongyin pressed her hands on top of her head and pressed down in this position.
The two were close together, she closed her eyes tightly, tears slid down, and she looked particularly pitiful.
In a charming atmosphere, Feng Hongyin slammed the table next to her hard.
The table shook suddenly.
The person under him opened his eyes at a loss, and saw that he was still pale, and the blue tendons on his forehead were bursting up, staring at her and saying viciously: "Scream, dumb? ”
She was very dazed: "Huh? ”
Feng Hongyin's mind heard a "ding] sound.
[Ding - Mission accomplished.] 】
Although he slapped the table, he used his strength, and his hand grabbed her wrist tightly, which could be regarded as skin to skin, and she also let out an "ah".
There is no reason why this task should not be completed.
Feng Hongyin immediately let go of her hand, turned around and left without looking back.
Ye Chuijin was dumbfounded: [This is all right?? 】
On the second day, Feng Hongyin once again stepped into the Cuiyu Building with Tie Qing's face.
This time he was going to court, and there was another "ding" sound in his head.
[Ding-mission release: He held her soft and rubbed it, and the face of the person under him was flushed. 】
Feng Hongyin endured it until the next dynasty, and when he returned home, he lifted the new table again.