Hey Sir, I'm Interested In Your Genes

Xiaoya sneered, "even so, what is lying in bed / unconscious now is shallow, not Qin Feiyan!" The fabric with a kitchen knife fell to the ground. Xiaoya raised the kitchen knife and threw it at Qin Feiyan!

Qin Feiyan thought Xiaoya would cut at him with a knife. Unexpectedly, she threw it in the air!

As soon as he dodged, the blade fell on his wrist!

"When" sound!

"Unspoken!"

Jiang Zhao also didn't reflect it. She couldn't defend herself before and after. Xiaoya had to rush to grab the kitchen knife on the ground. She suddenly stretched out two long arms behind her to surround her. At this time, she was strangled by the man behind her. Xiaoya cried bitterly, "Zhuang Yichen! You let go of me, you let go! I'll kill that beast! "

Zhuang Yichen tightly restrained Xiaoya. "If you kill someone, go to jail. Who cares about your sister? She will be discharged in two days. Where can I find you? "

Qin Feiyan stared at his wrist. The bright surface had been broken by the sharp edge of the falling kitchen knife, and the other hand raised and pressed his forehead.

Jiang Zhao felt that the rhythm of the atmosphere didn't move and stretched out his hand. "It's not a word."

Qin Feiyan opened Jiang Zhao's hand, shook his shoulders, took off the glasses on the bridge of his nose, smashed them on the ground, raised his feet and crushed them, "mind your own business, Qiu Xiaoya smashed my surface. Who cares about this fucking thing today? I'm not finished with who!"

Zhuang Yichen always knew that Qin Feiyan was wearing a fake watch, so he never wore the watch he collected. At least he never wore it when he met Qin Feiyan.

"No matter, as like as two peas, I'll pay for it. I have a piece of the same thing."

"Who cares for you!" Qin Feiyan walked towards Xiaoya step by step, and Xiaoya raised her hair like a cockfight preparing for war.

Knowing Qin Feiyan's temperament, Jiang Zhao likes to pretend to be polite for fear that others think he is not self-restraint. He always wears all kinds of spectacle frames without lenses. He says that wearing this thing makes people easier to get along with and easier to do business. The spectacle frame is his gentle coat, but he crushed it!

This is anger!

Qin Feiyan was angry. He didn't start today's incident, but everyone accused him, making him feel angry and wronged. He can bear it again. After all, as Qiu Xiaoya said, Xia Qian is lying in bed / unconscious, not him.

But Qiu Xiaoya smashed his watch! He can't bear it!

Qin Feiyan grabbed a stool and threw it at Xiaoya!

Zhuang Yichen has never seen Qin Feiyan do something to his friends and their women. Now this is the most serious one!

In this circle of friends, everyone knows tolerance. If you want to be whole, it's also behind your back. If you've been forced to do it in the open, the volcano has erupted! Holding Xiaoya, the stool hit Zhuang Yichen on the back!

As soon as Xiaoya was stunned, she saw Zhuang Yichen blocking a stool for her, and her eyes were red.

Zhuang Yichen snorted out!

Qin Feiyan's goal was Qiu Xiaoya. He didn't hurt her. He was unwilling anyway. He raised his stool to bypass Zhuang Yichen's back and hit Xiaoya.

Jiang Zhao saw Qin's insistence that he would not stop until he reached his goal. It was no use persuading him.

At first, I taboo his sentence, "who the fuck cares about today, I'm not finished with who!" I can't control it now. When holding Qin Feiyan, I knew that my brother was too difficult to control!

Qin Feiyan thought that his watch was broken, his nose was sour, and his tears almost fell out! If she hadn't been wearing this watch today, Qiu Xiaoya would have taken off her hand bowls.

Qin Feiyan went crazy and wanted to find Xiaoya for revenge.

And Xiaoya was stunned by Qin Feiyan's appearance.

Jiang Zhao as like as two peas, he said, "no words, brother took your watch and changed it to a table cover." In addition to Zhuang Yichen, Jiang Zhao knows that Qin Feiyan is wearing a fake watch. Jiang Zhao knows that Qin Feiyan has been wearing this watch for more than ten years. A 15-year-old boy would not buy such a big gold watch with so many diamonds, and Qin Feiyan began to wear it at that time.

Some people say that the boy looks tacky, and he doesn't care.

The importance of tables can be imagined.

"No!"

"Ma... Ma..."

Xia Qian's cry was like a faint bomb exploding in the room

Xiaoya broke away from Zhuang Yichen, ignoring Qin's insistence to revenge her, ran over and lay down beside Xia Qian's bed covered with ice bags. She didn't know where to put her hands. Tears fell on the ice bags, "shallow... Shallow."

"Mom... I want two... Fruit candy."

Xiaoya covered her mouth and looked at Xia Qian, who was talking in a dream and crying. Sobbing, "fruit candy, fruit candy, shallow, are you orange?"

Qin Feiyan was shocked. He tightened his eyebrows, quietly watched Xiaoya caress Xia Qian's forehead and asked comfortingly.

Jiang Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, but dared not let go.

"Shallow, do you want something like an orange petal? Shallow, now the fruit sugar has been improved. My sister has more delicious sugar and gives you more delicious sugar. "

"Ma... I want... Two, orange petals."

Qin Feiyan shook his head and began to ache. He pushed Jiang Zhao away and went out of the ward. As he walked, he felt a worse headache. He breathed out a little depressed.

Looking up at the sky, the white clouds began to quickly turn into dark clouds. They began to turn black. The pressure became lower and lower, making people unstable.

Xia Qian kept shouting at his mother and refused to take Xiaoya's words. Xiaoya was so anxious that she knelt by the bed and looked at Xia Qian's naked skin all crimson and black, crying dumb, "Bingdan, Bingdan, your sister called you, did you hear me?"

Qin Feiyan drove directly back to Qin's house.

"Young master, it's so early today..." my mother happily went to pick up Qin Feiyan's briefcase.

"Where's grandpa?"

The old lady smiled mysteriously and said, "in the study, writing."

"I'll go over."

"What would you like to eat tonight, young master?"

"I like what you do."

The old lady's favorite thing to hear is this. Her eyes narrowed with joy, "OK."

Qin Feiyan pushed open the door of Qin Rongfang's study, and his habitual smile hung on his face, "Grandpa!"

"Back?"

"Well, it's nothing today."

"Today, the sun is setting in the East, and you come to dinner without calling after work?" Qin Rongfang's immortal demeanor did not raise his head. He was holding his sleeve and a brush, and was writing inscriptions on his landscape and soil.

Qin Feiyan went to Huang Huali's desk, and the ink inkstone was placed in front of him. The black inkstone was pinched in his hand, which made it more obvious that his knuckles were slender. When grinding ink, he was slow, "Grandpa, did all the people who kidnapped me really catch them?"