"What should I say?" Turning her head, she looked at him coldly, "What do you think I'm here for?"

"Listen to my explanation." He smiled, "Is that okay?"

"Not good!" She replied with a stiff word.

"I shouldn't ask you for your opinion." Shan Feiye said to himself, and suddenly grabbed her horizontally.

"Shan Feiye! Shan Feiye let me down! Shan Feiye!"

Regardless of her struggle and screaming, he carried her into the bedroom.

Zhou Miaoyu stared at him tightly.

"It's Lin Liangqi's cousin. He has something to do temporarily, so I'll help take care of it."

"What does it have to do with me?" She said this, but she no longer resisted.

"What? Is President Dan interested now?"

“Have it.”

...

"Click." The lighter's sound was crisp.

Shan Feiye leaned against the head of the bed and lit a cigarette.

The cigarette he smoked had a nice smell.

Zhou Miaoyu was very curious about the brand and reached out to him: "Show me the cigarette box."

"What are you doing?" He lowered his head and kissed her palm, "I warned you that you forgot."

"I don't smoke." She curled her lips, "I just want to know what brand it is."

"I know what that one is doing." Shan Feiye put out half of the cigarette.

He looked down at her, "Xiao Guai, can you not break up, okay?"

His eyes darkened, and Zhou Miaoyu sneered, "Are you asking for a reunion?"

"To be precise, I didn't agree to break up."

"Oh!"

"Otherwise, what's our relationship now?" Shan Feiye narrowed her face coldly, "Hmm?"

"We?" Zhou Miaoyu blinked his eyes and said with a smile: "We can be considered p friends at most."

“P friend?!”

After hearing her words, Shan Feiye almost died of anger.

She is too much like a person in this regard.

Her father, Zhou Yanchen.

Poisonous tongue, inherited very well.

Sighing softly, "Can't you talk well? Huh?"

"What are you going to say to you?" Zhou Miaoyu raised his eyebrows, his big eyes lingering with a smile that could not be hidden and he wanted to hide. "Are you unhappy?"

Dan Feiye was angry.

She was like a little fairy.

Why do you feel very unhappy?

It seemed that he cared, but she didn't care.

The only purpose of her coming up seemed to be to get out of bed with herself.

Do you really treat him as a tool?

Or, he seemed to have been tricked by her...

Thinking of this, Shan Feiye sneered himself.

No one is like this! But he really feels like this!

"Xiao Guai, you can't treat me like this." His tone was weak, and his expression became a little aggrieved.

A big man posed like this, making Zhou Miaoyu feel novel and cute for no reason.

With a smile, she pinched the tip of his nose, "What's wrong? Why can't I treat you like this? Why did I treat you again?"

Compared to what you treat me, I am just a witch.

"You can't really treat me as a tool!" Shan Feiye shouted.

"Puff!" Zhou Miaoyu couldn't help it anymore, laughing softly, her eyes shining brightly, "Are you tools? Aren't you?"

It goes without saying how well they fit.

His eyes darkened a little, and he took back the initiative.

His eyes were light and flirted with each other, "Are you flirting with me? You're not responsible?"

Zhou Miaoyu was not willing to be outdone. She paused word by word: "So what if you are not responsible for flirting with you?"

"Qin Beast!" This was the last two words that Zhou Miaoyu couldn't hold on. Before fainting, he grabbed Shan Feiye's ear.

Shan Feiye smiled happily, and after she closed her eyes, she kissed her cheek and forehead.

Cover her with a quilt, sat by the bed and looked at her for a while, her eyes were full of pampering. Who could say that it was not deep love, it must be blind.

When I really woke up, the sun was already bright, and a layer of veil was pulled in the bedroom, making the light soft and intoxicating.

Zhou Miaoyu sat up, raked his hair, and entered the bathroom.

He took a simple shower, washed up, and pulled the dark pink shirt he placed in the bathroom.

"Slutty." After commenting, she put on her shirt.

When I opened the bedroom door, a scent of fragrance came to my face.

Following the smell, Zhou Miaoyu came to the kitchen and leaned her shoulders against the door frame.

Hearing the movement behind him, Shan Feiye turned around and looked.

He held the spatula in one hand and the handle of the pan in the other.

Her hair was slightly messy and she smiled at her in the kitchen in the early morning.

"Get up, wait a little longer and you can eat."

Zhou Miaoyu was hit in the heart, and he didn't start to cough, "Can you eat what you cook?"

"Why can't you? You ate less before? You forgot if you haven't eaten for only a few days?" He angrily retorted.

Zhou Miaoyu shrugged and turned his head and went out.

He pulled open the chair and sat at the dining table, picked up the milk and drank half a cup.

Five minutes later, Dan Feiye came out with breakfast.

Fried eggs, ham sandwiches, vegetable salad.

If he didn't sit opposite her, he insisted on sitting aside with her.

Handing her a fork, he looked at her with a smile on his chin.

Zhou Miaoyu was not embarrassed, so he ate the fried eggs.

When she finished eating, he still looked at her.

Zhou Miaoyu took a tissue to wipe his mouth, turned his head to meet his gaze.

Sneering, she dripped two drops of milk into her fingertips and wiped it into the corner of his eyes.

"Didn't wash your face? Your eyes are still there. Are you sick? You!"

"I'll get up and prepare breakfast for you, so I don't have time to wash up." He happily accepted her service, with a look of enjoyment.

After finishing it, Zhou Miaoyu patted his handsome face and said, "Get out."

Shan Feiye frowned, she had already stood up.

"Xiao Guai." He grabbed her wrist and looked up at her pretty face, "Don't be angry, okay?"

Zhou Miaoyu bit his lip and looked at him with a smile, "Okay."

"Really?" Shan Feiye didn't expect that something would turn around and his eyes were filled with surprise, "Really?!"

Zhou Miaoyu raised his eyebrows and asked in a low voice: "Tell me, why didn't you come to the wedding?"

This is the first time they have treated this issue positively after the wedding.

Shan Feiye's pupils shrank and he remained silent.

Zhou Miaoyu was waiting, and his heart became cold little by little, as cold as ice.

"Let go."
To be continued...