Yang Taotao was puzzled, and at the same time she felt a vague sense of weirdness in her heart.
Impossible, he couldn't give her water to make soup.
It was lucky that he didn't torture her, there was no way he would do such a weird thing.
But...but how could she lie in bed and put on clean pajamas?
Carambola, who was confused, took a few steps back, feeling that the food in front of him was poison, and he was extremely afraid of touching them, and even more afraid of seeing them.
She ran out quickly and happened to meet Lin Qianqian coming out to look for her.
He quickly grabbed Lin Qianqian's hand and dragged her out in panic: "Let's go quickly, I don't want to stay here, Qianqian, hurry up."
"Taotao?" Lin Qianqian followed her as she was dragged out of the small apartment and ran all the way down.
Instead of taking the elevator, they ran down the back stairs.
Lin Qianqian ran with her silently on the stairs to the tenth floor.
Sometimes, friends don’t need to talk much.
Just stay with me.
————★The dividing line of one-day addiction★————
Qi Yifeng's arms were tied up, and he sat in a chair, dazed.
His hair was slightly damp, and sweat was dripping down his handsome face.
There was a pool of sweat on the ground.
His whole body ached and throbbed, but he didn't care.
He only cares about the figure with its back to him.
He is so stupid.
He was worried about her thin body, so he went to buy some ingredients and wanted to cook two delicious meals for her.
As a result, the meal was not ready, so Yang Taotao notified Yan Mubei that they were here to catch him.
He had been lurking around Yan Mubei for a long time, and he had drugged him in the past to kill him. How could Yan Mubei not be angry?
If you catch him now, of course he will be beaten to death.
He was beaten like this last time, but his arrest last time had nothing to do with Yang Taotao.
Therefore, his mood was different from last time.
The door of the secret room was slowly opened, and a ray of light came in, shining directly on him.
Qi Yifeng felt a little uncomfortable, narrowed his eyes and looked away.
The familiar sound of leather shoes came, and then he raised his eyes and saw Yan Mubei's cold handsome face, and Deng Liang's facial paralysis that had not changed for thousands of years.
Deng Liang turned on the lights in the room, then walked towards him with the lunch box in hand: "Eat."
After that, he threw the lunch box on the table next to him.
These chairs and tables are fixed, and Qi Yifeng's tied hands are tied to the chair he is sitting on.
Deng Liang walked around behind him and untied his left hand.
Then someone walked in, holding a chair in his hand and placing it in front of Qi Yifeng.
Yan Mubei sat down, smoked a cigarette, and started smoking slowly.
Looking at his Qi Yifeng, even though his stomach hurt from hunger, he was still not in a hurry to open the lunch box. Instead, he stretched out his hand towards Yan Mubei: "Here is one."
He asked so naturally.
Because he knew that Yan Mubei was not someone who made plans.
Even if it falls into his hands, the due dignity and human rights are still there.
The man was not stingy. He bit his cigarette, took another cigarette from the box, and threw it to Qi Yifeng.
Qi Yifeng caught it and bit it in his mouth: "Lighter."
Yan Mubei did not give him the lighter, but handed him the cigarette in his mouth. Qi Yifeng used the burning cigarette to light the cigarette in his mouth.
He took a deep breath, breathed out comfortably and soullessly, closed his eyes and took another breath.
I feel that the pain in my stomach has reduced a lot.