Back to the 80s to Raise a Wolfy Boyfriend

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

She guessed that Qiu Qianghai must be particularly fond of a girl, otherwise he would not be so laborious and laborious.

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

Then doesn't she have what she wants.

However, since the acquaintance till now, Mr. Qiu has not let her touch even a corner of his clothes.

Song Yinyin retracted her gaze, continued to stare at the notes in her hand, and squeezed her throat uncomfortably, saying, "Why is Wuyi? Go with your son. Master Wang Yuxing, repair my spear, and share my vengeance!

Qi said that there is no clothing, and the same Ze with the son——"

In the late night sky, the high-altitude stars twinkle and twinkle, which is very attractive.

The whole community is quiet.

Song Yinyin read the poems and her voice started to go hoarse.

After reading it, I don't know how many times, she finally couldn't help but stop, raised her eyes, and looked at the man sitting on the sofa who did not know when to close his eyes and rested, and she sighed slightly.

After waiting for a while, she didn't hear the other party's urging, she got up carefully, her legs were a little numb, and she couldn't stand still.

Song Yinyin raised her head again, Qiu Qianghai, who was sitting on the sofa, seemed to fall into a deep sleep, and there was a hint of joy in her heart.

After a while, when her legs were no longer numb, she raised her foot and walked towards the kitchen.

Her throat was about to burst into flames, and she urgently needed a glass of water to relieve her.

When Song Yinyin walked toward the kitchen, she didn't see the man sitting on the sofa, opening a pair of sober and rational eyes.

From beginning to end, Qiu Qianghai did not fall asleep.

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

Qiu Qianghai reached out and picked up the cigarette on the table, took out one to light it.

Deeply inhaled the smoke into his lungs, and then spit out the smoke, his handsome face was enveloped by the blue smoke, giving a confusing look.

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

Sorrow spread all over the opponent, showing a state of decadence.

As if he was aware of her existence, Qiu Qianghai glanced at her lightly.

With only one look, the latter immediately raised his foot and walked quickly.

No need for Qiu Qianghai to speak, Song Yinyin knelt at the table again and continued to read the previous poem.

Song Yinyin did not slacken off until dawn.

The sky outside the window gradually broke, the earth was still in a hazy state, and the sky was about to brighten.

Qiu Qianghai pinched out. I don't know how many cigarettes he smoked tonight.

He interrupted Song Yinyin's hoarse voice reading the poem: "No need to read it."

Song Yinyin, who was kneeling at the table, let out a sigh of relief.

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

Qiu Qianghai glanced outside the window, and a touch of white floated in the east, and the dim light was about to envelope the whole land.

He got up, picked up the coat on the sofa, and walked towards the door with his foot up.

Song Yinyin watched him leave, her eyes showing relief.

However, the opponent's footsteps were halfway, and suddenly stopped.

Song Yinyin's slightly fallen heart suddenly raised it again.

Qiu Qianghai turned around and looked back at the woman who was kneeling at the table.

He asked aloud: "Can you cook?"

"Yes!" Song Yinyin answered quickly as if facing the teacher.

She was afraid that the other party would think of something, other methods to torture her.

Cooking is really a piece of cake for her.

Qiu Qianghai turned his feet, and steadily returned to the sofa again, throwing his suit jacket aside.