Master's Million Blind Wife

Huo Feng frowned: "what's the matter?"

Yan Qiaoyu pointed to his face: "it's broken!"

Huo Feng raised his hand to touch the wound and hissed, "shit, it hurts! It's not because of you!"

Yan Qiaoyu nodded and said, "don't worry, I'll be responsible."

Huo Feng was surprised by his words: "you're a big man. What's your responsibility? I'm a straight man!"

Yan Qiaoyu looked at him with a pair of deep eyes: "I mean, I will be responsible for you looking for someone. Where do you want to go?"

Huo Feng stopped his neck: "I don't need your help. There are many beautiful women around me."

Yan Qiaoyu was too lazy to argue with him: "let's go and go to the hospital to bandage the wound first."

"Drink and don't drive."

"I found a substitute driver." Yan Qiaoyu smiled lightly and said, "be quiet when you're hurt. Be careful if you break the wound on your face, you'll point to this face."

Huo Feng: "... What is your Taekwondo position?"

Yan Qiaoyu's elegant eyes looked at him, his thin lips rose slightly, and his tone was understated: "black belt."

Huo Feng flew a foot: "... Am I special!"

Yan Qiaoyu's ass was really hurt, and he still stood as loose as before: "calm down?"

Huo Feng looked at him angrily: "next time I'll save you, I'm sb!"

Seeing his angry appearance, Yan Qiaoyu felt funny inexplicably.

Obviously, he didn't ask clearly and had to show off his ability. Now he blames him.

……

After seeing the injury in the hospital, Huo Feng still looked unhappy until the car sent them to Yuelai Meicheng. Yan Qiaoyu coaxed him before getting off the bus: "a big man, almost OK. When do you have to make trouble with me?"

Huo Feng raised his eyes and glanced at him: "I want to eat beef noodles. If you can let the noodle shop sell me a bowl, I'll forgive you."

Yan Qiaoyu picked lightly at the tip of his eyebrows: "it's so simple?"

"Yes."

"Then you get off."

Huo Feng really got out of the car. Yan Qiaoyu commanded the driver to park the car in the parking space of the community, and then took Huo Feng upstairs.

Huo Feng was stunned for a moment and announced in righteous words: "what I said is that I want to eat beef noodles!"

Yan Qiaoyu nodded: "I know, go."

"No, the noodle shop seems to be opposite the community?"

"The noodle shop has already closed at this time. Go upstairs and I'll make it for you. It's definitely not worse than the noodle shop."

Huo Feng looked suspicious: "just you? Can you make beef noodles?"

"Of course."

"Why don't I believe it!" Huo Feng's wise analysis: "if you can do it, do you still spend money to eat in a noodle restaurant?"

"Don't you think it's boring to cook for yourself?" Yan Qiaoyu explained at will. Seeing that he didn't move, he stood still and looked at him: "why? Counselled? Are you a man? Don't you dare to go up for a meal?"

Huo Feng hissed and followed him with great strides: "what dare you do? I'm afraid your cooking is too bad. Will you say I'll eat or not?"

"Eat if you like, and don't eat if you don't like." Yan Qiaoyu's tone was clear and light, but it seemed to be wrapped in some deep truth: "such a simple thing is still tangled?"

Huo Feng thought for a moment and felt that there seemed to be some truth.

He scratched his head: "come on, I believe you this time."

The two entered the elevator and arrived on the 10th floor. The standard house type of one elevator and two households. Yan Qiaoyu opened the door with the key and greeted Huofeng while changing shoes: "feel free. I'll make beef noodles."

"Oh."

Huo Feng answered casually, changed his shoes and walked in. The house is not big. It is a small house with two bedrooms and one living room. The decoration style is simple and casual, but it can be seen that the owner of the house loves cleanliness.

The living room is directly connected to the French window of the balcony. Today's full moon, Huo Feng went to blow the wind and sober up. He inadvertently saw several girls' skirts hanging on the balcony.