Song Qian sneered, her eyes full of contempt: "It's good to give you food, and she's picky and picky. Where do you think you are?"

Shi Zhiming retorted: "Even a prisoner, he eats better than this, right? You smell the smell of gutter oil, it's so disgusting!"

"If you like to eat, just get out if you don't like to eat!" Song Qian said coldly.

"Fuck! I have to cook by myself!" Shi Zhiming roared.

The fresh vegetables that Song Qian called me must not be eaten in terms of quantity.

There must be some left.

Shi Zhiming's purpose is to go to the kitchen.

"You'll find fault with me again? Believe it or not, I'll kick you away?" Song Qian said angrily.

"Okay, I won't find fault!" Shi Zhiming grinned and sat down again.

He muttered, "Damn it, it's a horror to find a woman like you in the future?"

"What did you say?" Song Qian slapped the table and was furious.

"Nothing said!" Shi Zhiming rolled his eyes and opened his eyes

Start singing.

It's a pity that he really has no musical cells.

No sentence is on the tone.

Song Qian, who was beside him, turned pale when she heard him singing. She wanted to be angry several times, but she had to endure it.

"Isn't it so ugly? Isn't it noise?" Shi Zhiming asked with a chuckling, "It's simple, let me cook a home-cooked meal for myself, and I won't disturb you."

Song Qian had a cold face and didn't say anything.

"Don't agree? Then I'll continue singing?" Shi Zhiming said provocatively.

"Shut up!" Song Qian roared, "You are so fucking tactful, you are a man?"

"You are so violent, you are a woman?" Shi Zhiming retorted, "I just want to make my own meal, and you won't let me!"

"You killed me? You didn't touch me or let me go. Do you want to support me for the rest of your life?" Shi Zhiming's mouth was not a vegetarian.

He is a chatterbox himself and is familiar with him. Otherwise, he would not have taken the initiative to chat with Wang Hui on the day of the interview.

Without that conversation, Wang Hui and him would have passed each other in the future.

"Haha? Want to cook by yourself? OK, I'll beat you and let you do it!" Song Qian raised her eyebrows, "If you don't want to, just eat takeout honestly!"

Shi Zhiming sat down embarrassedly and picked up the spoon again, but he took a look at the takeaway and vomited.

"Forget it, you can fight, I've eaten enough of this meal!" Shi Zhiming suddenly became fierce, grabbed the takeaway box, and threw it into the trash can in the house.

Then he sat back to the bed and covered his face: "Don't slap in the face!"

"Haha, I'll give you my wish!" Song Qian smiled grimly, rushed up and punched Shi Zhiming.

God is pitiful, although Song Qian is a woman.

But she has received rigorous training in Sanda fighting.

Shi Zhiming tried his best to protect his face and protected his unhealthy appearance.

At the same time, bend your legs to protect the key parts of your lower body.

Let Song Qian's fists and feet fall on her back, under her ribs, shoulders and calves.

pain!

Heart-wrenching pain!

Song Qian completely regarded him as a sandbag for venting his anger.

At least seven points of power was used.

After more than a dozen blows, Shi Zhiming spit out a small mouthful of blood.

But he continued to endure it.

He was going to wait until the moment he entered the kitchen.

Tolerate!

No matter how painful it hurts, you have to endure it!

He let out a painful hum.

At the same time, the teeth are clenched.
Chapter completed!