"Yang Feng!!"
"How could it be you??"
Shen Mengyao's beautiful eyes widened with disbelief on her face.
The hot soup bowl she was holding in her hand also fell to the ground in shock, breaking into several pieces of porcelain tiles, with fresh pieces of meat splashing out.
"Shen Mengyao...let me think about it carefully."
Yang Feng tilted his head and tried to recall all the past events about her.
The memory is a little too old.
In the dark ten years of the end of the world, they experienced twisted and cruel fighting, and experienced unimaginable suffering and sin.
The love between men and women before the disaster, the grievances and hatreds, have long been forgotten. Compared with the end of the world, they can only be regarded as some fresh and short stories.
"I remember you."
"We are college classmates."
Yang Feng's eyes gradually brightened, remembering those refreshing stories from his youth...
"I chased you, bought you breakfast and brought you milk tea every day."
"I sent you flowers on Valentine's Day and picked out some meaningful gifts, but you didn't seem to like them very much."
Yang Feng's memory became clearer and clearer, and he clapped his hands excitedly, happy to remember those past events.
"I should listen to my roommate's advice and don't give gifts with your heart. If you want to give something, give something expensive."
"On your birthday, you frugally spent two months on living expenses and bought a bottle of Grandma Xiang's expensive perfume. You were very happy."
"That was the first time you were willing to post something about me in your circle of friends."
"Although I'm not in the photo, I'm very happy to have the gift from me."
What a young and ignorant age.
Yang Feng recalled the past and remembered all the things he had done when he was a student.
Only then did he remember that he had such an outrageous experience of licking dogs, and he was a top-notch boiling sheep.
Yang Fengyue said.
Shen Mengyao's expression became even more unbearable.
But there are still people who are even more uncomfortable, and that is Yang Feng's slaves.
They were all woken up, lying in their own quilts and eavesdropping, not daring to say a word.
University?
Licking a dog?
Valentine's Day present?
This bloodthirsty and cruel tyrant actually had such an experience.
Incredible! !
Even if he eats 10 kilograms of shit, he still doesn't want to believe that Yang Feng, a murderous demon tyrant, can run several kilometers in the biting cold wind to buy milk tea for the goddess.
Even Su Manman, who was in a state of 'transformation', a giant cocoon made entirely of flesh sores, couldn't help but tremble violently.
"What happened in the past is in the past..."
Shen Mengyao lowered her beautiful eyes, as if she didn't want to mention the past again.
Past?
Is it that simple?
With a playful smile, Yang Feng slowly came to Shen Mengyao and hugged her shoulders.
Shen Mengyao hid subconsciously, hating this kind of physical contact, just like when Yang Feng tried to hold her hand countless times, but was always dodged.
This time.
But she couldn't avoid it.
Yang Feng held Shen Mengyao in his arms and put his hands on Xiang's shoulders. The strength slightly hurt her.
"I see."
"You seem to have a boyfriend, what's his name, Cheng Zijie?"
"The one who hit me with a basketball that day."
Yang Feng's face was so close that you could almost feel his moist breath, but Shen Mengyao struggled a few times but still couldn't get away.
She nodded somewhat resentfully.
"yes."
"You stabbed him in the throat that day."
"Cheng Zijie's home is in Jinjiang Manor, so he went to this hospital for emergency treatment."
Shen Mengyao bit her lips and explained what happened that day. The emergency call sent him to the best hospital, where he happened to survive.
"It's really good."
"My boyfriend can live in Jinjiang Manor, so his family must be very rich, right?"
Yang Feng's eyes became more unscrupulous, and his hands moved from her shoulders to her slender waist, and he hugged her with a gentle squeeze.
"Let me go first..." Shen Mengyao pushed hard twice, but Yang Feng's arms did not move at all, and a feeling of fear filled her heart.
revenge?
Does he want to take revenge on himself? ?
Or maybe Yang Feng still has feelings for him and wants to take him as his own.
"It's really weird."
"You never told me that you had a boyfriend."
"The circle of friends is very clean, and there are no photos with your boyfriend. I thought you were single all the time."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk."
Yang Feng smacked his lips and continued: "Isn't it a bit immoral to keep hanging on to me?"
within civilized order.
Some women are like that.
Riding a donkey to find a horse is a necessary skill.
The spare tire cannot be thrown away, it must be hung up at all times, waiting for an opportunity to find a better target.
Don't be too affectionate towards your spare tire, as it is easy to give the other person too many unrealistic fantasies.
Don't be too indifferent to the spare tire, otherwise it will easily make the other party feel discouraged. Only by giving a little sweetness occasionally can you be motivated.
Shen Mengyao may be this kind of woman. She hides the news about her boyfriend, always holding on to her spare time, and accepting all kinds of benefits from him.
"I just...can't bear to..."
Shen Mengyao sighed, as if she was helpless.
She hid the news about her boyfriend in order not to make you sad.
She didn't dare to tell you the truth because she didn't want to make you sad.
In order to prevent you from being sad, she continues to hang on to you and give you a little bit of sweetness.
It sounds like she is doing everything for your own good? ?
"Hahahahaha."
Yang Feng laughed loudly: "Your little mouth is so sweet, you are so good at comforting people."
Yang Feng's other hand held Shen Mengyao's delicate chin tightly, and he looked carefully into her eyes, which looked pitiful and aggrieved, as if he was the victim.
"Walk."
"Take me to see that boyfriend of yours."
Yang Feng let go of Shen Mengyao and let her lead the way.
"This is a bit inconvenient..."
Shen Mengyao seemed to have something unspeakable.
She lowered her head and glanced at the broken soup bowl on the ground, and then at the many soldiers in the room, with a look of embarrassment on her face.
Yang Feng walked out of the door and pointed at a headless corpse outside.
"Do you want it to be like this?"
Yang Feng smiled again, but this time it seemed particularly penetrating, cold and cruel.
Shen Mengyao was in a daze, but she gradually came to her senses and quickly shook her head.
Yang Feng is no longer the licking dog he once was.
He stabbed Cheng Zijie's throat, blew out the man's head, and led a large group of vicious men into the hospital.
"I'll take you……"
Shen Mengyao lowered her head and walked to another ward.
This ward was particularly strange. It exuded a strong smell of blood, and at the same time, there was a constant smell of meat.
As Yang Feng approached, the faces of the people nearby became ugly.
"You can't go in."
The head nurse, Wang Cuizhen, blocked the door.
"Is it?"
Yang Feng asked lightly, his eyes as sharp and cold as a knife.
Wang Cuizhen mustered up the courage to raise her head and met Yang Feng's eyes. Wang Cuizhen was immediately frightened and finally gave up her position.
Grrrrrrrrrrrr.
Opening the door, a large pot was cooking, and the fresh stew exuded a mellow smell.
"What are you cooking?"
Yang Feng raised his eyebrows, but Wang Cuizhen lowered her head and replied: "Turtle soup."
Turtle soup?
Where is the turtle?
Yang Feng walked into the room and glanced around, but could not find Shen Mengyao's boyfriend.
"Um?"
Yang Feng asked curiously: "Where is your boyfriend, Cheng Zijie?"
Shen Mengyao stretched out her hand tremblingly and pointed toward the private bathroom in the room.
"He's in there."
