Looking at the man in front of him, his jaw angle was still sharp and his brows were twisted into a "川" shape.
Feng Yunshu's thoughts gradually drifted away.
It was an ordinary afternoon. Feng Yunshu had just finished a feast of abalone and lobster. The aroma of meat still lingered at the corners of her mouth, and the aroma of meat had not dissipated in the air.
Jiang Yan came to her place for a meal and saw some unused rice in her apartment.
I made white porridge.
Because of this bowl of white porridge.
She had an argument with her beloved mother.
That's what she said at first.
Anyway, I said a lot of things that hurt my mother.
"The bowl of white porridge he made for me tasted like home for the first time!"
The taste of home!
Oh!
Her mother made countless nutritious porridges for her, which contained abalone, lobster, salted egg yolks, and squid, and she carefully prepared every step.
But she was moved by the man's bowl of porridge.
Feng Yunshu felt that she was such an idiot before.
Thinking of that, she raised her hand.
Jiang Yan thought she was going to slap him again.
He has PTSD now.
When I saw Feng Yunshu raise her hand, I wanted to cover my face.
Unexpectedly, the woman slapped herself in the face.
Louder and more powerful than slapping him.
Jiang Yan swallowed.
This woman is an idiot, a huge idiot!
[Why does Feng Yunshu always slap herself? Her mother will be distressed.]
[Is she going to apologize to Jiang Yan by slapping herself?]
[Thinking about it, it's possible.] Dudu nodded hurriedly as he thought about it.
Hear Dudu’s voice.
Feng Yunshu's eyes were red, not because of the pain from hitting herself.
It comes from the emotions in your heart.
Before, she seemed to be controlled by something.
Doing things you don't want to do.
But now everything is clear and lovely.
Apologize to Jiang Yan?
Sorry, she only knows how to beat the man when he is down.
Thinking of her own tragic death from torture, Feng Yunshu would never let Jiang Yan off so easily.
Fists rained down on the man.
Again and again.
Crowded.
Never stop.
"Feng Yunshu—well—"
Seeing that the man's mouth was still moving, Feng Yunshu made up her mind and took off Dudu's socks and stuffed them into his mouth.
Dudu: ???
【Now the male protagonist wants to kill me again! 】
[Devil Feng Yunshu, you really know how to draw hatred to me! ]
As expected, after stuffing Dudu's socks into his mouth, Jiang Yan felt nauseous to death.
Because the socks are almost starched.
The original owner's mother only cared about making money and running away. She rarely bought her new clothes, which resulted in her always being dirty and her socks smelling bad.
After Feng Yunshu stuffed it like this, one can imagine how it felt.
Jiang Yan had a shallow stomach and vomited directly.
He covered his stomach and vomited violently, staring at Dudu with hatred.
I wanted to throw this little girl to death on the spot.
【He, he wants to kill me! 】
Gudu swallowed, and before she could react, she was picked up by someone. It was the female devil.
"Throw the dog out!"
"Yes, Miss!"
The servants looked at each other, wondering why the eldest lady was doing this to the man she liked!
The young lady must have her reasons for doing this!
They just have to execute it!
After carrying Dudu back, Feng Yunshu instructed the housekeeper.
"Buy 500 pieces of tops, pants, jackets, socks, and underwear tailored to her body shape. Use the best materials!"
[Is Feng Yunshu crazy? ]
Feng Yunshu felt inexplicably unhappy when she heard Dudu calling her name directly.
She leaned lazily on the sofa, with the girl sitting on her lap.
Her slender white thighs and bulging muscles make her look very powerful, and her legs are straight and long in black leather boots.
However, her movements were indescribably graceful and elegant.
She pinched the little girl's chin.
The tone was still fierce.
"Call me sister, or I'll spank you!"
The pouty little mouth curled up in grievance, "Sister, sister."
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