He glanced at Song Yinyin and said indifferently, "Go do it."

With a simple and calm command, Song Yinyin immediately ran towards the kitchen without stopping.

The sun came out, and the sky was completely bright.

Song Yinyin cooked a simple breakfast in the kitchen, white porridge, vegetable cakes, and fried eggs.

She walked out of the kitchen, came to the sofa in the living room, and said to Qiu Qianghai who was staring at the old red braided rope on her wrist: "Mr. Qiu, breakfast is ready."

Qiu Qianghai got up and walked into the kitchen.

Song Yinyin did not follow his footsteps, but walked towards the bedroom.

When she walked out of the bedroom, she was holding a red brocade box in her hand.

She walked into the kitchen expectantly, and saw Qiu Qianghai standing at the dining table, looking at the breakfast on the table with an unclear expression.

Song Yinyin asked anxiously: "Mr. Qiu, but breakfast doesn't suit your taste?"

When the other party asked her to make breakfast, Song Yinyin had some expectations in her heart.

Does she still occupy a certain position in this man's mind?

At this moment, facing the man in front of her, she exhausted all her tenderness, just wanting to leave a deep, unique impression on her.

Qiu Qianghai heard the question behind him, but did not respond.

He looked at the breakfast on the table in front of him, the mind was no longer here.

In fact, Gu Minmin also cooked breakfast for him. It was simple and unpretentious, but it made him appetite.

The breakfast in front of him is similar to what Minmin did, but he has no appetite at all, and even feels nauseous.

Suppressing all the reactions, Qiu Qianghai's lips evoked a sarcasm.

Some things can't be forced after all.

Even if I find a hundred women who are similar to Min Min, none of them is her.

Even if it is a woman who looks like Minmin, she is not his Minmin.

Today's Qiu Qianghai is emotionally unstable, severely disgusted, and irritable, and his thoughts are extremely suppressed and distorted.

From the bottom of his heart, he produced a kind of hopeless hope of destruction.

At this moment, he needs to do something to vent the anger and twisted mania in his heart.

Thinking of Le Jiani who was still in Nanyan, Qiu Qianghai showed a bloodthirsty light in his eyes.

Dr. Bolling said to him that he must not suppress his emotions, whether it is rage, mania, auditory hallucinations, misses, or suppressed mentality, he must make correct solutions in time.

Qiu Qianghai knew that he might be sick.

He took out a white bottle from the coat on his arm, without any writing on the bottle.

He unscrewed the bottle cap and poured out two white pills from the inside. He delivered them directly to his mouth, crunching and crunching, the bitter taste spread in his mouth, but he swallowed them expressionlessly.

After taking the medicine, Qiu Qianghai turned and wanted to leave.

But Song Yinyin blocked him, facing his gloomy face, she sent the brocade box in her hand to the man.

"Mr. Qiu, thank you for your recent help. I can only do a little bit. When shopping before, I saw a gift that suits you very well, so I bought it. I hope you like it."

After finishing speaking, she sent the red brocade box in her hand to Qiu Qianghai again, with a look of expectation and the shyness of the little woman.

Qiu Qianghai stepped back, showing no interest in her gift.

His voice is low, mixed with forbearance: "Get out of the way!"

If Song Yinyin carefully looked at the man in front of him, he would find Qiu Qianghai's abnormality, such as his deep eyes glowing with terror, and his facial muscles were in a tight state.

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