Under the lonely yellow light, Qiyan rubbed my swollen back hard with both hands, and kept teasing me: "You don't even tie a safety rope, you play so hard and cool."
"Ah. You have earned a lot of credit, right? Mr. Zhang's only great-grandson, the only bloodline of Mr. Zhang's family."
"And the eldest grandson of the Zhou family..."
"The banker's only seedling now..."
"You dragged these two tyrant Suanni back from the hands of the Lord of Hell, Zhang Lao, Zhou Lao and Zhuang Lao. They must at least give you the title of vice president of the headquarters to be able to justify it."
Lying on the hard bed, I had no strength to respond and allowed the witch to tease and attack her at will.
A sharp pain like tearing came from the bruised back, which was ruthlessly ravaged by the witch's soft fingers wrapped around her fingers.
"If you don't speak, it's your default."
"Pooh!"
"Scumbag."
He spit on me fiercely, put his face as warm as mutton-fat jade against mine, and blew hard into my ear.
"I don't love you anymore!".
I was in excruciating pain and didn't make any response. However, it annoyed the witch. She hit my ribs hard and whispered softly like water: "Two fairies from the banker, tell me, do you want the bigger one or the smaller one?"
I couldn't help but groan in pain, and my whole body convulsed.
"What are you doing? Keep pretending. Let me see if you pretend again."
Qiyan scolded me softly, slapped my left and right ribs a few more times with both hands, and sat on my back and pressed her down several times.
This time, I almost got sent away.
After a few seconds, Qiyan noticed something was wrong with me and reached out to touch the back of my neck. She screamed in fright, got up and rushed to my head, hugging me in her arms: "Don't scare me, Tongtong." What’s wrong with you?"
"You are the only man I have left."
"Tongtong!"
The strange fragrance hit my nostrils, and Qiyan's peerless devilish face pressed directly against my forehead without any scruples.
Seeing that my face was white and I was sweating all over, Qiyan pinched my mouth and nose and tried to give me artificial respiration.
My whole body was numb with pain and I didn't know where I got the strength to slap Qi Yan on the face and screamed: "Don't...touch me."
Qiyan quickly laid me down, rummaged around and complained that I had nothing. She immediately took off her sweater, folded it and stuffed it under my head.
After taking deep breaths several times, I finally calmed down, but beads of sweat kept dripping down, and my whole body was soaked.
At one o'clock in the morning, Qiyan left the family area.
The wrist injury that was handcuffed by Tu Bensen has just recovered, and the ribs that were beaten by Mr. Yandu are still recovering. In the afternoon, the old injury recurred due to the involvement of Yu Yi and Yang Yang...
After lying there for more than an hour, my body gradually became conscious!
At around three o'clock in the morning, the temperature dropped sharply to below zero. Suddenly, my body changed.
First it was cold.
Along with the cold is the pain in the bone marrow!
The pain cannot be described in words.
It's like someone is using a welder to burn it, or someone is stabbing it with an awl. It's like someone is being electrified by the electronic igniter of a lighter. It's like someone is brushing the scalp with a steel brush, or someone is scraping the bones. , spooning bone marrow...
All kinds of severe pains came together and shot out from all around my body. The pain was so painful that my teeth almost broke.
After the cold comes the heat!
He obviously felt that his body was so cold that he had lost all consciousness, but the breath he exhaled was frighteningly hot.
The hot sweat wetted Qi Yan's sweater, which was frozen into frost by the sub-zero low temperature, and then melted by the sweat...
I screamed bitterly in my heart.
coming.
here we go again!
The once-a-year torture is here again!
The sequelae of killing the dragon occurred without warning on this day.
The blood vessels of bones that were broken and reconnected in countless places throughout my body were constricted, and all kinds of indescribable severe pains emanated from my body, making me faint and wake me up again!
After another painful awakening, I rolled out of bed, crawled to the kitchen and lit the gas stove.
Then I threw the firewood that I had prepared into the stainless steel basin, ignited it with difficulty, and started a charcoal fire.
What usually only takes a few minutes to do, today took me a full fifty minutes.
The charcoal fire and gas fire were lit, and the cold dormitory slowly became heated.
When the hoarfrost on the window glass turned into water, I finally regained some vitality.
I am deeply aware of the sequelae of dragon slaying and the powerful twin evils of winter in Yandu. The first thing I do after dawn is to carry out all-round physical strengthening on myself.
When I was checking in as usual, I was stopped by Hai Ye without any surprise.
Seeing me fully armed to the teeth, Haiye was startled at first, then grabbed my collar with both hands and smashed me against the wall of the mail room, questioning me fiercely.
"Why did you go to Yanyan's house yesterday?"
"Don't fuck around just because you have some good looks."
"I'm telling you, no matter what flower you pick, Master Hai will not say anything about you..."
"If you dare to lay a finger on Yanyan, I will fucking castrate you. I will do what I say."
"Tell me. Did you move?"
I have never seen Mr. Hai so serious. Seeing him looking like he was about to eat someone, my whole body collapsed in pain and I whispered, "I have a fucking fiancée."
Haiye's eyes were red, and he raised his old bear paw as big as a cattail leaf fan to throw me away, but he dropped it sadly in the middle.
After staring at me for a long time, Haiye let out a long sigh, and a withered voice came out of his hoarse throat: "Yanyan...life is more bitter than coptis..."
"she……"
After she said the words, Haiye calmly shut up, pointed at me and threatened me again and again, and warned me again and again.
In short, don't try to trick Qi Yan.
Not only was I not allowed, but I was also asked not to allow others to have ideas about Qi Yan.
Since I met Tu Laoliang, this is the most severe time he has had.
I took it to heart.
I can see Qiyan’s place in Haiye’s heart.
Perhaps, in the hearts of everyone in Fangzhou, Qiyan's position is more important than mine.
"By the way. Why does the Iron Mask King want you?"
"National secret!"
"roll!"
On the desk, the second-hand high-breakfast tea had long since turned into freezing ice tea. Haiye was still angry, and he cursed and replaced it with new tea, and then brought me a warmer.
"No heating?"
"What are you thinking about? Heating? It would be nice to have a stove. I dug this stove out for you in the warehouse next door."
With my whole body huddled in my down jacket, I felt inexplicably angry: "You idiot, you didn't pay the heating bill?"
"It's not that I didn't pay it."
Outside the office, Hai Ye was flipping the old-fashioned heater and shouting lazily: "The pipe has been fucking broken a long time ago. The heating company won't even give us a word."
