“……”

"Night Ink?" Fei'er raised her eyes and glanced at Qi Yemo.

Qi Yemo leaned against Chuang, staring at his phone in a daze. He raised his eyebrows, came back to his senses, and replied lightly: "Hmm......"

Absent-minded.

Fei'er showed a hint of injury, "Yemo, what's wrong......

"Nothing." Qi Yemo shook his head indifferently, the gauze on his hand had been removed, and there were still some shallow wounds, all of which were scabbed......

"Then are you willing to tell me, what method was used to make that girl cut her love?" Fei'er smiled lightly.

Qi Yemo's eyebrows were twisted deeper, remembering that day in the fitting room of the shopping mall, Ye Huanyu's eyes were full of hurt...... His heart couldn't help but be pricked by something, and it hurt.

"Hmm...... It's nothing, give her a price several times higher, and she will naturally let it out......" He made up a reason randomly, and his heart was sullen.

In fact, not only did he not give Huan Yu a penny, but he even took away her clothes from her in a bad manner.

It's just that he will never tell Fei'er about this.

Fei'er smiled movingly, although the small scar on her face affected her micro-expression, but the pair of watery eyes were still clear, looking affectionately at the man she had loved for many years, she suddenly choked up: "Thank you, Yemo; Thank you for all the ...... you did for me."

Until this moment, Fei'er still felt that Yemo was finally willing to get engaged to her, as unbelievable as a dream.

But he was trapped in a dream and couldn't extricate himself.

Qi Yemo stared at Fei'er and pulled the corners of her lips shallowly.

He was still the same as before, calm and self-controlled, elegant and noble manners, and smooth conversation, as if nothing could destroy his glacial shell.

Fei'er had long been accustomed to his coldness.

Because she knew that behind his coldness was tenderness deeper than the sea......

Suddenly, bang-

The door was slammed open with a bang!

Immediately afterwards, a small body, like a hot wheel, rushed into the ward-

The little whirlwind-like body climbed onto Qi Yemo's sick chou with two clicks, and stood in front of him menacingly!

In the next second, a long strip of shoehorn pressed against Qi Yemo's throat-

"Listen, say, you, want, engage, get married!!"

A childish. The tender voice, mixed with anger, sounded word by word.

Qi Yemo raised his eyebrows, glanced at the shoehorn against his throat, and his deep pupils suddenly narrowed!

Based on the profound lesson of 'shoehorn', Mo Ye swore to hate shoehorn to death in this life!

But this son is with him. Mom learns exactly the same!

"Yes!" He hooked his lips and said in a calm voice.

Yang Yang stood on the snow-white chuang sheet, and was stepped on a few small black footprints.

He crossed his waist with one hand, and stabbed Qi Yemo's throat with a shoehorn like a fencing with the other hand-

The little guy roared: "Lao Tzu will not allow you to get engaged!" ”

Qi Yemo maintained his previous sitting posture, not caring at all about what the little guy in front of him who was not standing up enough for him to sit tall could make a moth.

seemed to expect his son to have such a reaction, but he replied lightly: "In front of your Lao Tzu, don't say that you are Lao Tzu!" ”

"I don't care! I'm not going to let you get engaged to this weird woman!" ”

Yang Yang roared, and then pointed the shoehorn at the stunned Fei'er on the side of the chuang, handsome and small. His face was full of anger......

Fei'er was so frightened that the fruit in her hand fell to the ground with a clatter...... The guy roared: "Lao Tzu does not allow you to get engaged!" ”

Qi Yemo maintained his previous sitting posture, not caring at all about what the little guy in front of him who was not standing up enough for him to sit tall could make a moth.

seemed to expect his son to have such a reaction, but he replied lightly: "In front of your Lao Tzu, don't say that you are Lao Tzu!" ”

"I don't care! I'm not going to let you get engaged to this weird woman!" ”

Yang Yang roared, and then pointed the shoehorn at the stunned Fei'er on the side of the chuang, handsome and small. His face was full of anger......

Fei'er was so frightened that the fruit in her hand fell to the ground with a clatter......

(Enlightenment Book Network)