Sir Chen, your wife is missing!

Thinking that Chen had come to him specially this morning and asked him to wait for her here before going home, Feng Qingyu thought with some worry.

At the same time, she couldn't help but blame herself:

"I hope she won't blame me for standing her up. I was stupid enough to make a bet with my younger brother on who had the strongest head and dared to draw Chen Sir. I'm really not good at explaining this kind of thing."

Feng Qingyu couldn't tell Chen that in order to prove herself and save face in front of her younger brother, she also secretly painted Xing Xiong and Shi Huaiya.

He even got so excited while painting that he even didn't let Tallulah's sister go.

"Alas, I can't do yuri, but I have to draw others doing yuri. The worst thing is that I get caught first and then I get gg... "

Exposing it would be tantamount to declaring social death, and then—

Suddenly, she felt a strange aura behind her, as if reminding Feng Qingyu that there was someone behind her. The hairs on her back stood up and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. Her premonition of danger made her want to turn around and look.

"Where are we going~ Feng Qingyu, or the famous Qinglong sister~"

With his stiff joints twisting, Feng Qingyu could only turn his head.

She was a girl with long dark blue hair and cold features, and she was also the leader of the Longmen Special Inspection Team.

The other party's pair of bright red eyes locked onto Feng Qingyu, as if he had found his prey.

"Mr. Chen?"

To be honest, Feng Qingyu had not expected to be chased here. Was this guy her yes-man? He even knew that she would run away.

"Feng Qingyu, didn't I specifically ask you to wait for me here before? Why did you go home early?"

"Ah... that... I forgot..."

Feng Qingyu gave a lame explanation and had no intention of Chen believing it.

She was just looking for a way out and trying to find a relatively reliable reason to explain herself within the limited thinking time.

If the truth ever comes out, it wouldn't be a bad idea to choose a better way to die?

"Hmph, are you going to keep pretending? Feng Qingyu, there's something on the mattress under the pillow, do you need me to remind you?"

"How did you know?"

Although he thought that the other party knew about it and there was nothing wrong in running away early, Feng Qingyu still tried to find out the reason why the other party knew about it through questioning.

"How I know this is none of your business. How about it? It must be nice to be able to draw the famous Mr. Chen and show off, right?"

As he spoke, a hint of sarcasm and playfulness appeared on Chen's originally cold face. "A few days ago, when I went to your house to help you clean up, I saw it and I was very angry."

"Yes...I'm sorry..."

If the floor didn't feel too cold and dirty, Feng Qingyu would have bowed 90 degrees and even wanted to get up and kneel on the ground.

"Tsk, if apologies are useful, what's the point of having police?"

Chen didn't take Feng Qingyu's apology to heart at all.

"But don't worry, I won't let you get sentenced. After all, if I let you go so easily, I wouldn't feel happy at all. Isn't that right, Sister Qinglong?"

The princess, expressionless and as cold as a doll, should be like this, but Chen at this moment is even more terrifying.

Anyone who has played Arknights knows that Chen is a very individual character in the game. If he is targeted, with Feng Qingyu's current thin arms and legs, he will only have to think about raising his legs in surrender in the future. There is no possibility of turning the game around at all.

"I'm really sorry!"

Faced with this heavyweight enemy who was like a human nuclear bomb, Feng Qingyu was extremely panicked at the moment.

"I will pay you compensation, no matter how much. Compensation for the right of portrait or something..."

But the sincere apology did not seem to receive an effective positive response from the other party.

"Feng Qingyu, do you think I'm short of money?"

Well, although she is not as rich as Shi Huaiya, Miss Chen, who grew up with a silver spoon in her mouth, will never lack money.

"Just keep your hands busy..."

Feng Qingyu accepted the beating.

"Don't worry, I won't delay your work. I'm not as violent as you think. Rather than beating you up, I want to know what kind of expression you would make if the scenes in the drawings happened to you. "

As he said this, Chen placed his hand on his chin, with a half-smile on his bent knuckles, which gave off a sly feeling.

After showing such a weird smile, Chen took out a thin booklet that looked no more than 40 pages from his schoolbag and handed it to Feng Qingyu.

"How was it? Do you still remember it?"

What do you mean by impression or not? This is the latest issue of the sketchbook that Feng Qingyu just drew last week.

By the way, the book she drew last week was of Miss Chen, and it was a rare occasion that several girls took turns to draw it.

"Ah this..."

Ababa Ababa, Feng Qingyu opened his mouth and began to recall the postures, key fighting moves and key unlocking CG props.

"No~"

Then, thinking of the consequence of dehydration upon himself, Feng Qingyu's eyes widened with fear.

Come on, she's just a child...

"Well, this is no longer a question of whether or not you have an impression. You must learn to stay calm, Mr. Chen!"

Feng Qingyu acted as if he was trying to persuade her earnestly, then at the same time, he rolled his eyes and started looking for an opportunity to escape.

How could she be so rude! This woman was just trying to get her, she wouldn't just surrender when she could struggle!

"Where are you looking at? Feng Qingyu, do you still want to escape now? Escape from me?"

Without giving Feng Qingyu a chance, Chen had already come forward.

She blocked Feng Qingyu against the wall of the alley, and the pleasant scent of the girl's body lingered at her nose as they got closer.

"I didn't want to escape..."

Feng Qingyu smiled bitterly.

She couldn't escape now even if she wanted to. After all, her body was not strong enough compared to Chen's six-star operator strength, not to mention that Chen grabbed her wrist and circled it inside her body.

Feng Qingyu was intoxicated by the fragrance of orchids. However...

"Ah... when people do things, they should at least do it on the bed..."

Feng Qingyu couldn't help but complain.

What happened next was mysterious and shocking. In short, from that day on, Feng Qingyu never dared to hide anything under his mattress again.

Forty-six late night call

At 11:15 local time on Sargon, the sounds of the festival gradually faded and finally disappeared completely. Although the reveling Tiakawu were full of energy, they also followed the rule of working from sunrise to sunset and resting from sunset, and they were never vague about when it was time to go to bed.

The guys lying on either side had already fallen asleep, and Ceobe was still muttering the names of her favorite foods in her sleep.

"Well, let's just leave quietly and go to the waterfall to wipe ourselves off now."

Sitting in the same posture for a long time will cause back pain. Now she can finally get rid of this and stretch her muscles.

The phone is set to vibrate mode, so when there is an incoming call the sound will be very low but not so low that you can't hear it.

The caller ID showed an unfamiliar number. It was unfamiliar, but not completely unfamiliar. She seemed to have some impression of it, but she couldn't remember who it was for the time being.

The first time the phone rang, she didn't decide whether to answer it, so the other party hung up temporarily. Not long after, the phone vibrated again.

Feng Qingyu was a little concerned, so she simply answered the call. It was not yet time for a break, and she was still energetic, otherwise she would not have answered it.

"Hello. Who is this?"

The person on the other end sighed and after a long while, he revealed his identity.

"Xiaoyu, it's me."

The person who was talking looked very tired, and it took a lot of effort to squeeze out a few words. In a family situation like that, it is hard not to feel tired.

Feng Qingyu had spent a lot of effort to persuade her, but in the end, it had little effect, so she finally gave up. This late-night call was probably about discussing reconciliation.

There is no such thing as reconciliation. It is impossible to reconcile in this life.

"Hui Hui, we have been apart for more than a year. There is no way I can get back together with you. No matter what you say, I will never accept you again."

Hui Hui sobbed twice, "Xiao Yu, I'm sorry to bother you so late. Please listen to me first, I'm not looking for you to get back together, I just... feel very sad and frustrated, and I want to find someone to talk to."

Finally, she explained her purpose, and Feng Qingyu didn't plan to hang up for the time being. Her hand had already moved to the hang-up button, just a little bit away.

Since you don't want to get back together, there's still room for conversation.

"Just tell me what you want to say. I happen to have time now. I am listening to you as a stranger. I hope you will not think about unrealistic things and be practical."

Amidst deep sobs, Huihui began to recount her recent experiences.

"Xiao Yu, I went to the hospital for a checkup yesterday, and the doctor said congratulations, I'm going to be a mother."

Hearing this news, Feng Qingyu felt no wavering. He took a puff of his cigarette and shook off the cigarette butts that had accumulated in front of him.

"That's great. Don't you like children very much? I remember you once said that you wanted two daughters. You would spare no effort to care for them and make them the happiest children in the world."

"I really want it, but she doesn't. I walked to the hospital entrance today and hesitated for a long time before going in. I have been to the obstetrics and gynecology department many times for her, and the doctor advised me not to ruin my body anymore, because if I have another surgery, I will most likely be infertile."

Feng Qingyu could understand Huihui's worries. The more times that kind of surgery was performed, the greater the trauma to the body, and it was irreversible.

No matter how many tonics and supplements you take afterwards, the condition cannot be restored to its original state. The older a woman is, the more dangerous it is when giving birth.

Given Sir Leng's personality, it's not surprising that he would make such a bad decision. It's all Hui Hui's fault for not being able to judge people and following the wrong person.

Feng Qingyu sympathized with her, but would not cross the line of sympathy.

"Didn't you talk to her about it? Or, you can leave her and take care of the baby on your own. When the date comes, find someone you trust to accompany you to the hospital to give birth. I know an authoritative obstetrician and gynecologist who can introduce you to one. Think it over carefully. I won't give you any advice."

"..."

Hui Hui fell silent again, this time for even longer than last time, a full ten minutes. Silence does not mean no sound, she was just crying.

Thinking back to the past, Feng Qingyu and her had been dating for almost three years, but they had never even kissed each other. They had to sleep in separate rooms, and when they went out for travel, they had to sleep in a twin room. Even holding hands was difficult for them, as if they were touching something dirty.

It's ridiculous to think that Huihui attacks her girlfriend who loves her hard, but is submissive to other women.

"If you have nothing else to do, go to bed early. Oh no, you just had dinner over there. Eat early, rest early, and think more about your future if you have nothing else to do. I still have a lot of things to do, so I'll hang up first."

Huihui, who had been silent all this time, suddenly became very excited.

"Stop... Please, stay with me for a while! I'm almost going to collapse now. My family always forces me to pay for my brother's college education. Xiaomo (Leng Sir's nickname) is also forcing me. The official teaching position in the school has been taken by someone else. I am still a contract teacher, and the salary is not enough... Everyone is forcing me."

Feng Qingyu listened quietly to her words that burst out in silence, and had no choice but to sigh.

As the saying goes, "There must be something hateful about a pitiful person." Huihui cannot blame anyone for her current situation. It is all caused by the choices she made step by step.

The same is true for playing galgames. To end up with a Be, you must have chosen the wrong options in some of the multiple-choice links. Otherwise, it would be impossible to Be. At least it would be a normal ending of being single.

"You can quit your job and change schools. Your family can cut off ties with you. They don't love you anyway. They only use you. As for Leng Sir, the problem will be solved naturally after the breakup. All the troubles come from your hesitation. If you hesitate, you will suffer the consequences. That's all I have to say. Think about it yourself."

Afterwards, Feng Qingyu hung up the phone, this time without giving the other party any chance. She waited for a while, but Huihui didn't call again.

Women are thin-skinned. If someone says something like that to them, they will probably be greatly shocked and it will take a long time for them to recover.

"That's fine, it saves me the trouble."

After making the call, Feng Qingyu felt exhausted. He took his toiletries and walked into the RV parked next to the campsite.

The RV has a built-in bathroom, which may be smaller than a normal bathroom. When you are away from home, it is a luxury to have a bathroom.

Standing in the RV and looking down, you can just see the temporary camp of the anaconda tribe. The official camp was burned down by the fire, and the engineering team worked overtime to help restore it. They worked until very late, and now they are all resting.

In the darkness, only one tent had a light on.

"What time is it, Anaconda? He's still playing with robots."

Feng Qingyu was worried that she would collapse from exhaustion in front of Da Chou, and out of concern for her future colleague, she couldn't help but go and take a look.

Everyone was asleep, only the anaconda was still busy, like a moth that tirelessly flew towards a light.

Her stubborn character was reflected in every aspect, and no one could persuade her. Feng Qingyu picked up a bottle of pulse jelly from the carton outside and placed it between the anaconda and Da Chou.

"Take a break, it's late."

47. Are other women pretty?

The anaconda knew it was Feng Qingyu from the sound of footsteps.