Chapter 799: The Confusing Mr. Qiu

This realization was discovered from the first day she was brought to this house.

She guessed that Qiu Qianghai must be extremely fond of a girl, otherwise he wouldn't have worked so hard and spent so much money on her.

Song Yinyin thought, it would be great if the girl the other party liked was her.

Then she can have whatever she wants.

However, from the time they met until now, Mr. Qiu would not let her touch even the corner of his clothes.

Song Yinyin retracted her gaze and continued to stare at the notes in her hand, pinching her throat and reciting uncomfortably: "Who says I have no clothes? I share the same robe with you. When the king raises his army, I will sharpen my spear and sword, and share the same hatred with you!

Who says I have no clothes? I will share the same clothes with you——"

In the deep night sky, the stars twinkle in the sky, which is very attractive.

The whole neighborhood fell silent.

Song Yinyin's voice started to become hoarse from reciting poetry.

After reading it for who knows how many times, she finally couldn't hold it anymore and stopped. She raised her eyes and looked at the man sitting on the sofa who had closed his eyes to rest. She breathed a sigh of relief.

After waiting for a while and hearing no urging from the other party, she stood up carefully. Her legs were a little numb and she could not stand steadily.

Song Yinyin looked up again. Qiu Qianghai, who was sitting on the sofa, seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep. She felt a little secretly happy in her heart.

After waiting for a while, until her legs were no longer numb, she walked towards the kitchen.

Her throat was about to burn and she urgently needed a glass of water to relieve it.

When Song Yinyin walked towards the kitchen, she did not see the man sitting on the sofa and opened her clear and rational eyes.

From beginning to end, Qiu Qianghai didn't fall asleep.

Looking at Song Yinyin's departing back, there was no fluctuation in his eyes, but infinite fatigue.

Qiu Qianghai reached out for the cigarettes on the table, took out one and lit it.

He inhaled the smoke deeply into his lungs and then exhaled. His handsome face was shrouded in the curling smoke, giving people a confusing look.

After Song Yinyin drank a glass of water in the kitchen, when she came out again, she saw the man sitting on the sofa smoking.

There was sadness all over the other person's body, and he looked decadent.

As if aware of her presence, Qiu Qianghai glanced at her indifferently.

With just a glance, the latter immediately raised his feet and walked towards him quickly.

Without Qiu Qianghai saying anything, Song Yinyin knelt down in front of the table again and continued reading the previous poem.

Song Yinyin did not slack off until almost dawn.

The sky outside the window was gradually breaking into daybreak, the earth was still in a hazy state, and it was almost dawn.

Qiu Qianghai put out his cigarette. He didn’t know how many cigarettes he had smoked tonight.

He interrupted Song Yinyin's hoarse voice while she was reading poetry: "No need to read."

Song Yinyin, who was kneeling in front of the table, breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that.

She collapsed to the ground, feeling that the torture was finally over.

Qiu Qianghai glanced out the window and saw a hint of white rising in the east, and the hazy light was about to cover the entire earth.

He stood up, picked up his coat from the sofa, and walked towards the door.

Song Yinyin watched his leaving back, a look of relief in her eyes.

However, the other party suddenly stopped halfway through his journey.

Song Yinyin's heart, which had settled a little, suddenly rose again.

Qiu Qianghai turned around and looked back with cold eyes at the woman kneeling in front of the table.

He asked aloud, "Can you cook?"

"Yes!" Song Yinyin answered quickly as if she was facing a teacher.

She was afraid that the other party would come up with some other means of torturing her.

Cooking is really a piece of cake for her.

Qiu Qianghai turned around and sat back steadily on the sofa, throwing his suit jacket aside.

(End of this chapter)