He reached out and took out a white handkerchief from his pocket, carefully wiped the hand that he had just handed the wine to, then threw it aside, then stretched out his hand and grabbed Qian Xiaojue's wrist, pulling her hard.
Then she sat on his lap.
"Ajiu, I knew you were back." He lowered his head and looked at her, his eyes full of joyful smile, as if her recovery of memory was really something that made him happy enough.
"Let go!" Qian Xiaojue roared and struggled to stand up. She had no time to reminisce with him!
Yes, of course he is happy, because his sharpest executioner is back, how can he not be happy!?
Her heart was already filled with anger, and she had no time to think deeply about what his emotions at this moment meant.
Ye Feihan did not let go. Instead, he pressed Qian Xiaojue's arm tightly and forced her to sit on him. She had never been so intimate with him before. At most, she was carried back to the room by him.
Even the kiss on the forehead was something he only did when they last met four years ago. She didn't feel any joy at that time, but felt more anxious, not to mention having any heartbeat or other feelings at this moment!
"Speak to me in German! Or English." Suddenly, he grabbed her face, clamped her cheeks, and said harshly.
Qian Xiaojue snorted coldly, but her movements suddenly became obedient and quiet. She looked at Ye Feihan and sneered sarcastically: "Why, have you forgotten how much Chinese you spoke in order to get close to me?"
After saying that, she narrowed her eyes slightly. Before Ye Feihan could react, she quickly waved away his big hands with both hands, then supported his broad shoulders, jumped up, stepped on the back of the sofa with her feet, and tugged on the back of the sofa with her hands.
She grabbed a handful of coats, flipped over backwards, and neatly squatted on the glass coffee table. As for the wine glasses and bottles, she had already kicked them away with her feet.
With such neat skills and such determined resistance, Ye Feihan was just startled for a moment before laughing again, and even couldn't help but clapped his hands: "Ah Jiu, although we have been away for several years, your skills have not deteriorated much.
, makes me very proud.”
After Qian Xiaojue regained her memory, she was pregnant, so she didn't take the risk to test her remaining skills. If Ye Feihan hadn't pushed herself too hard just now, she wouldn't have acted like this reflexively.
At this moment, I was still a little scared, so I immediately got off the coffee table and stood three meters away. I stared at Ye Feihan coldly and said unceremoniously: "I didn't come to see you just to reminisce about the past."
"Well, the topic of reminiscing about the past is really not suitable for us at the moment." Ye Feihan patted his clothes expressionlessly, stood up from the sofa slowly, and then looked down at Qian Qian not far away.
Xiao Jue frowned unhappily, "But Ah Jiu, don't you think you should explain something to me?"
Qian Xiaojue secretly clenched her fists and looked back: "What about you? Don't you have anything to explain to me? Aunt Qian, was it you who killed me?"
She was definitely the only person in West Africa who dared to look at Ye Feihan like this, not because she was so courageous, but because he had given her this equality from the beginning.
Ye Feihan narrowed his eyes and felt his teeth itching with hatred as he looked at Qian Xiaojue, who felt the distance in front of him had doubled. How could she still be the same as before?