kiss the beast world

Chapter 245 The little patriarch's craftsmanship is too good

"Oh!"

The huge fruit basket fell to the ground, and the feet were filled with lead as if they had been cast on the ground, and the figure was completely frozen, motionless.

At the entrance of Wenyue Cave, Feng Fei bit her lower lip tightly, her jealous pupils fixedly looked at the two people who were kissing deeply in the cave, her sharp nails were deeply embedded in her palms, with blood drops and light marks.

After opening his eyes in a daze for a while, he closed his eyes tightly and laughed at himself: Heh, this is the person you want to see regardless of your physical discomfort?Is it the person you want to apologize to?Look what she's doingShe robbed the night, your night.

Now, do you still feel that what you did that day was wrong?
Do you still feel guilty and disturbed because of the sudden discomfort in the past two days, which led to the delay in coming to apologize?
Feng Fei, you are wrong!

You are wrong now, and it is wrong to come here. You should always keep the side without any guilt, and you should not think about it and think it is your own fault, and hurt others. Come and apologize.

In just a moment, Feng Fei, who was stunned like a wooden figure on the surface, had already flashed a thousand thoughts in her mind, but nine out of ten thoughts were all about hating her decision to appear here at this moment.

She hated it, no doubt about it.

It could be seen in her jealous eyes, and it could be seen in the drops of blood dripping and splashing on the ground.

And the biting of the lower lip, and the sound of the extremely heavy grinding of the posterior alveolar teeth.

Her trembling body and the look of red and white on her gentle cheeks all showed her inner unrest.

But Feng Fei is not Xing Na, she will not do foolish things recklessly, she will not make trouble for no reason, she knows that Lang Ye never likes that kind of female, or, that kind of woman.

at the table.

on the stool.

In the corner of Wen Yue's distraction, Feng Fei closed his eyes silently for a while, then suddenly opened his eyes, glanced at their direction for the last time, then squatted down gently, and picked up the scattered fruits.

The movement is extremely light, but very fast.

After silently picking it up and putting it back in the basket, he turned around and left without saying anything.

The footsteps were also as light as feathers falling, without making the slightest sound. If Wen Yue hadn't been watching her from the corner of her eye, she would never have noticed that she had left.

Yes, that's right, at this moment Wen Yue thought that Feng Fei had left.

When he saw it, he wanted to push away, entangled himself like a lunatic, and didn't even give him half a second to breathe, the patriarch who would never give up in that posture until he tore himself into his stomach.

Wen Yue was so regretful that she wanted to vomit blood that she had made the decision. What kind of wind did she have to send herself to the door after being bewitched, and she was so depressed that she almost suffocated to death.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

"Knock, knock, knock!"

"Knock knock knock!"

Unexpectedly, she had just stretched out her hand, and she hadn't exerted any force yet.

Suddenly, there was a burst of heavy knocking on the door of my house, and it was accompanied by an extremely loud female voice that could wake you up even in a deep sleep: "Wen Yue, are you there?"

"I'm Feng Fei, I'm here to bring you some fresh fruit, can I come in?"

Wen Yue was taken aback when she heard the sound:
Isn't this woman gone?

Why are you back?

Could it be possible to knock on the door and come up with a more aboveboard reason?

Thinking of this, he immediately stared beautifully, his teeth clenched together, and the patriarch's tongue instantly felt as if struck by lightning. The pain caused him to wake up suddenly, his eyelashes trembled, and he opened his closed eyes with a slight frown on his handsome eyebrows.

Looking at the person in his arms with a puzzled face, he asked with concern: "Yue'er, what's the matter?"

The corner of Wen Yue's eyes twitched, can she say that she didn't do it on purpose just now: "Hey, someone is here"

His eyes flicked: "What are you pretending to do? Don't tell me you didn't hear the people shouting so loudly."

Lang Yejun raised his eyebrows: I just didn't hear it.

Wen Yue looked contemptuous: You can do it, you are amazing!

Lang Ye pursed his lips and smiled: No, I'm not great, Madam is the best!

Wen Yue glanced at someone's drooping eyelids, overtly and secretly, she signaled to herself to slightly open her lips that she had cruelly tortured.

Unable to hold back one hand, he stretched out and grabbed his neck, pretending to be angry and said: "What? This is the little patriarch, you dislike me?"

When Lang Ye heard this, he was so frightened that he immediately raised his hand and swore seriously: "No, how could I despise my wife, absolutely not, never!"

Wen Yue's eyebrows and eyes moved, and she suppressed the smile that was about to open her mouth. She let go of the hand that was pinching someone's neck. Just as she was about to say something, a familiar and loud voice came from outside the cave: "Wen Yue, Wen Yue, are you here?" ?"

"Are you asleep?"

"I'm just bringing you some fruit. I won't disturb your rest. I'll leave after delivering it. Can I come in? If you don't make a sound, I'll take it as if you agree to come in."

As soon as the loud sound fell, Wen Yue heard a creaking sound from outside the cave, and the door opened quickly, accompanied by steady and powerful footsteps, approaching them step by step.

In less than a moment, a beautiful woman with a fruit basket and a gentle and sensible smile like water appeared in her line of sight. She didn't care about her sitting on the patriarch's lap at all, and just carried the fruit basket with a smile on her face. Sit calmly across from them.

However, there was a proper surprise on his face: "Hey, Ye, I didn't expect you to be here. I thought Wen Yue was the only one there. After all, it's so late, I thought she was going to sleep?"

Feng Fei smiled and seemed to inadvertently mention whether it was inappropriate for Lang Ye to stay here now that it was getting late.

"Um"

Lang Ye cherishes words like gold, and only says coldly, and doesn't give Feng Fei the slightest look in his eyes, but only dotes on his face, staring at Wen Yue who is imprisoned in his arms without blinking.

That's right, Wen Yue is the kind who was forced by Lang Ye to press her thighs and not move, even turning around, but she had no choice but to turn sideways and look at Feng Fei who was talking to her.

I don't know why the little patriarch suddenly went crazy, and he stubbornly insisted on pulling her hands and clasping her fingers tightly to hug her.

Wen Yue was speechless and disgusted.

However, he nodded happily in his heart: Well, it's very good!

Grandma is very satisfied!
Looking across at Feng Feina, who was so angry that she was about to smoke, her fists hanging by her sides were clenched tightly, but she was pretending to be calm and smiling all over her face, she was very happy~
Being calm and natural can't lose her part, can't it? : "Yeah, actually, I was going to sleep"

It's just that you woke me up.

Feng Fei took the opportunity to answer: "Then why didn't you sleep? Could it be that you couldn't sleep?" The doubtful voice and puzzled expression seemed real and fake, and laymen couldn't see clearly.

However, Wen Yue is not an outsider, she is...

"As soon as I was about to go to bed, the little patriarch came over to me with a plate of grilled skewers 'he personally baked', and said that it would be a supper for me. There were shrimps, chicken wings, squid and leeks, but it was all me. What about your favorite food, no, once you eat it, you forget the time,"

"Hey, it's all because the little patriarch's craftsmanship is so good. The roast is fragrant and delicious. If you don't believe me, look, the empty plate is still on the table. Isn't it very fragrant, making people want to eat it and salivating?"

As Wen Yue spoke, she raised her finger and pointed to the empty plates on the table. There were only a dozen or twenty bamboo sticks that were not too long or too short, and some fragrant and tempting congealed soup.

Extremely dazzling.

(End of this chapter)