Qin Lei jumped and jumped until late at night. After lying on the toilet and vomiting n times, she finally lost her strength and fell into a deep sleep.
Qin Feiyang finally got Qin Lei's vagina, rubbed his sore arm, and deliberately cried out: "This girl is so fat, she pressed me so hard that my hand tendons will break. Whoever wants to marry her in the future will have to work hard to death."
"No"
"Shh!" Meng Xinran put her finger to her lips: "Keep your voice down. If she hears it, she will go crazy again. It's not easy for her these days. Let's go out and let her have a good sleep.
"He helped Qin Lei tuck in the quilt and dragged Qin Feiyang out of the room.
Qin Feiyang stood up and looked at the messy living room. Empty beer cans were lying on the ground, red wine bottles were smashed, glass shards were everywhere on the smooth cement floor, and the microphone after singing K was soaked in the wine glass and was wet.
Damn, there are drinks and footprints all over the carpet, and the sofa is also in a mess...
He really couldn't complain anymore.
Meng Xinran's mouth twitched and she swallowed guiltily: "Um, Feiyang, it's almost twelve o'clock. You haven't eaten lunch or dinner since you came back. I'll go to the kitchen to get you something to eat."
"Okay, I'll do it." Qin Feiyang held her shoulders, picked up a place in the living room that Qin Lei hadn't touched, and helped Meng Xinran sit down: "You are not in good health, don't be brave, you have to eat.
What, let me make it clear first, I don’t know how to cook delicacies from mountains and seas, so you can just make do with the living room, I will clean it up later.”
"Then just a bowl of porridge." She was a little embarrassed after having troubled others so much.
"Okay, don't move around. There are debris on the ground." Qin Feiyang rolled up his sleeves, stepped over the debris and entered the kitchen. There was a ping-ping-pong-pong sound from inside. Meng Xinran was frightened when she heard it. The last time she saw him cooking porridge,
Not such a big move!
After a while, Qin Feiyang brought out several pots, including porridge, vegetarian dishes, and a pot of fragrant chicken soup. Just smelling the smell made people's fingers move. Meng Xinran was stunned: "You made these all
?”
Qin Feiyang wiped his hands and felt a little proud when he saw her surprised look: "As for the chicken soup, you started stewing it when you and Qin Lei had a heart-to-heart talk. I read the recipe and I don't know how to control the heat very well, but
Just replenish your body. I just made the porridge and vegetables. They are hot. Eat them quickly.
The doctor said you have to avoid eating a lot of things now, so you just have to deal with it. When you feel better, I’ll treat you to a big dinner."
Meng Xinran raised her lips and smiled: "Actually, these are good enough, but since you said you wanted to treat me to a big dinner, I'll take it seriously and don't regret it."
He was so good to her that she didn't know how to face him. This man had received rigorous training since he was a child. His hands had always been used to hold guns. When did he pick up a shovel to cook, but once for her?
Once again, it’s an exception. It’s impossible not to be moved.
"I keep my word, woman, you won't be moved to tears." Qin Feiyang saw that her mood was not right, so he rubbed her head with his hand and pursed his lips: "Please, as a friend, I won't let you
What’s wrong with taking care of me when I’m in trouble?”
Blood slipped from his middle finger, his smile froze, and he said awkwardly: "Haha, my hand is broken."
Meng Xinran despised him: "You are so happy even if your hand is broken?"