Yan Xingyue, who was pinned down and unable to move, turned her head slightly, trying to avoid Xiang Feng Yu's hot breath.
Xiang Fengyu looked at him affectionately.
"Can you give me these socks on your feet too?"
"I'm twenty-three years old, and I'm quite shameless."
Yan Xingyue: "......"
"Get off me first."
Just now, Xiang Fengyu was squatting and playing with his mobile phone. Yan Xingyue was watering the trees he planted. She didn't know what she saw. She ran over excitedly and planned to share it. Who could have imagined that she didn't see the road clearly under her feet and was The water pipe tripped and fell directly on Yan Xingyue.
The face turned pale due to the slight illness.
Xiang Fengyu thought of his physical condition, which meant that every time he was about to die from illness, he would somehow recover after a while, and his curiosity got the best of him, so he didn't get up from him.
[If I crush him to death, will he be able to recover quickly when he is near death? 】
Or what kind of medium is needed, such as blood...
Of course, she couldn't express this idea, so she could only make another excuse, and that's how the scene happened.
Xiang Fengyu spread her legs on both sides of his waist, and sat firmly on top of his abdomen, pressing her hips down hard, pressing her chest with her hands, and carefully observing Yan Xingyue's breathing.
Unconsciously, we get closer and closer...
Yan Xingyue could see the girl's delicate face with inconspicuous pores as soon as she raised her eyes.
Unlike her own sickly paleness, her skin was crystal clear and healthy.
"Whisper to the wind."
The person who had tilted his head just now suddenly turned around to face her, a pair of dark and deep eyes staring at her quietly, as if peering into the deepest soft soul through the skin inside.
It was Xiang Fengyu's chance to be stunned. Yan Xingyue grabbed her wrist, and then her vision changed drastically.
By the time Xiang Fengyu reacted, her back was on the ground, being pinned down tightly.
It's just that Yan Xingyue feels more oppressed than her.
The slender fingers tightly grasped Xiang Fengyu's waist, preventing her from struggling at all.
"You really think I have no temper?"
Yan Xingyue pinched the soft flesh of her waist gently.
Xiang Fengyu kept a straight face and shouted righteously: "It feels so good, come again!"
Yan Xingyue: "......"
He hesitated and pinched it with his other hand.
Xiang Fengyu narrowed his eyes happily: "Please help me squeeze my cervical vertebrae."
Yan Xingyue stood up slowly to express his rejection.
In Xiang Fengyu's own novel, the heroine was pinned down on the bed by the cold and out-of-control male protagonist and pinched her waist. She begged for mercy in a low voice, half humiliated and half shy.
And Xiang Fengyu himself——
So cool, do it again.
"Aren't you going to continue to press me?"
Xiang Fengyu patted the dust on his back and asked doubtfully.
Yan Xingyue said nothing.
He is accepting that what he learns in books may not be correct.
When Xiang Fengyu saw that he remained silent, she thought about it and wondered if she would be angry. After all, Xiaoying Yangzi was so proud, but she was so bold as to ask him to massage her.
System: You don’t remember at all how you usually instruct people to wash the dishes.
"moon--"
As soon as Xiang Fengyu stood up, his cell phone rang.
"Hey, Jiang Zhi."
Hearing this name, the person who originally had his back to Xiang Fengyu turned around.
The already dark eyes darkened.
"Wait, I'll go back to the room and talk to you."
After hanging up the phone, Xiang Fengyu forgot about coaxing people. He just said that he had something to do and hurried to the room.
"Who are you calling?"
But unexpectedly, Yan Xingyue, who usually never paid attention to her, grabbed her sleeve this time.
The force is very light.
But the portion is extremely heavy.
Xiang Fengyu lowered his head in surprise, took out his cell phone and took a photo of Yan Xingyue's hand pulling his cuff.
"Hang this on the wall opposite my toilet."
Yan Xingyue: "......"
"Jiang Zhi called me and asked me to go and have a look at the scarf quickly. Xiang Shilan has a palette."
Xiang Fengyu glanced at the message just sent by the other party.
"You know Jiang Zhi very well."
Xiang Fengyu nodded and shook his head: "Not bad, he helped me a lot."
Yan Xingyue knew that she took the initiative to find Jiang Zhi.
He obviously seemed to trust him so much, but when he got into trouble, it was Jiang Zhi who he looked for.
"If Jiang Zhi can't do it, the others are up to you."
Yan Xingyue let go of her hand, put one hand in his pocket, and said in a cold voice.
He was thin and had such a face. Standing in the faded winter scenery and being blown by the cold wind, he looked as beautiful as a doll that would break with a bang.
It looks harmless, but if it really angers him, the butterfly knife will draw a sharp arc in the air and seal his throat with one blow.
"But I need his help." Xiang Fengyu hesitated.
She didn't dare to be perfunctory.
After all, Yan Xingyue has more eyes than his pants.
"Why don't you look for me?"
Yan Xingyue's fingers gently slid the butterfly knife that had slipped from his sleeve.
This is not to say that he had murderous intention, but it was a small unconscious action.
But Xiang Fengyu misunderstood.
"No, no, no, baby, you are just a cute little armpit hair, just hide it in your squeaky nest and protect it well."
After saying that, Xiang Fengyu ran up to her without stopping, fearing that Yan Xingyue would insert the knife into her creaking hole if she was a step too late.
Yan Xingyue stood alone, looking at the direction she left.
"Do you also think Jiang Zhi is better than me?"
The murmur blended into the wind, soundless, and was quickly blown away.
Xiang Fengyu hurried back to the room.
[Oh my god, did I go too far in pretending to be a pervert just now?]
Why did Xiaoyingyangzi suddenly take out the knife he hadn't seen for a long time?
Wondering in his heart, Xiang Fengyu did not forget to follow the link given by Jiang Zhi and insert it into the scarf.
The Internet is in a state of turmoil right now.
First, Xiang Dongchen came out of the police station. Soon after, the real murderer was found and the suspicion was cleared.
Later, Xiang Dongchen publicly stated that he would not participate in bidding for new government projects.
Without the Xiang family as the leader, other companies breathed a sigh of relief, and then they focused their attention on other powerful competitors. The first one to bear the brunt was the Jiang family, which had risen in recent years.
How Jiang Zhiying made his fortune is a secret, but not everyone knows about it.
Some people already despise her, and now they are even more displeased with the Jiang family. Moreover, Xiang Dongchen even hinted at the dinner that Guo Jiang Zhiying had a close relationship with Liu Dafa, and that Liu Dafa was going to have dinner with her when he died.
These things are too far away from Xiang Fengyu and have little relevance.
What she should pay attention to is the palette that Xiang Shilan copied.
Looking at the so-called 'color palette', Xiang Feng smiled.
"what is this?"
Xiang Shilan did not explain the problem of too high similarity in the logical chain, but explained the most private settings of "Stone Hammer".
Her explanation is simple.
Cai Cai, a "good gay friend" in her circle, explained that these were Ye Lan's inspirations three months ago.
The proof is herself.
She used her writing career to guarantee that these personal settings were told to her by Ye Lan when she went to the Perfume Museum with her.
But for some reason, while Ye Lan was preparing a new book, Ye Tingfengyu, who was accustomed to copying her, wrote these out in advance.
And add a sentence: Is it possible that there are really common brains in the world?
