Yue Tingfeng closed the bedroom door and called Jiang Lai: "Do something for me, give Yan Ruke a warning, tell her to be honest, and stop playing tricks on me. If she dares to touch Yan Qingsi, I will let her She has no place in Los Angeles anymore."
After closing the line, Yue Tingfeng turned off her phone, took off her clothes and went into the bedroom, lifted the quilt, took off one of Yan Qingsi's shoes in disgust, lay down and hugged her to sleep.
Nonsense, what he said about sleeping with her until she wakes up naturally every day was not just talk.
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Yan Qingsi is sleeping so well now, how crazy Yan Ruke is.
At this moment, Yan Ruke was almost crazy, her eyes were red, everything in her office was smashed to the floor, her computer, mobile phone, cups and files were in a mess.
Yan Ruke held a knife in her hand and cut every part of the doll that was given to her by a subordinate, and all the stuffing inside fell out.
Yan Ruke muttered this: "I knew that Yan Qingsi would not let me go, I knew..."
"Bitch, bitch, bitch... Why did you steal my man? Why did you steal my man? Why didn't you die? Why are you still alive... Why didn't you die with your mother in the first place... "
"Yan Qingsi, I won't let you go. No one can take away my things now. Don't try to destroy my good life... Yue Tingfeng is mine!"
Yan Ruke trembled and picked up the phone. The phone had been dropped and could no longer be used.
She picked up the landline phone on the table and dialed a number.
"Hey, Brother Zhao, help me check Yan Qingsi's recent whereabouts. Yes, I want a very accurate time. The price is whatever you want."
Putting down the phone, Yan Ruke's face was twisted with hatred.
Yan Qingsi, I will never be at peace until you die.
Yan Qingsi, if you come back to seek death, don't blame me for being cruel.
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Yan Qingsi was so tired that she didn't wake up until 3pm, and she was woken up by hunger.
Yan Qingsi held her stomach and got up, staggering straight to the kitchen regardless of whether Yue Tingfeng was around.
In the kitchen, the soup and vegetables that Mrs. Yue made before are still there, they just need to be heated up.
Yan Qingsi leaned against the stove, eyes fixed on the casserole, wishing she could add more fire to make the chicken soup inside boil immediately.
Finally, the casserole started to smoke, and the aroma of chicken soup wafted out. Yan Qingsi couldn't wait to fill a large bowl.
After turning off the fire and holding the bowl, he turned around and saw Yue Tingfeng, leaning against the door frame, looking at her with faint eyes.
Yan Qingsi immediately hugged the bowl in her hand: "If you want to drink it, serve it yourself."
Yue Tingfeng followed her: "Give it to me."
"Why didn't you tell me to feed you?"
Yue Tingfeng nodded: "I was just about to say something, how about you feed me?"
"Haha... You have such a big face. Get out of here and don't delay my meal."
Yue Tingfeng leaned over and said, "Then I'll feed you."
Yan Qingsi felt that the chicken soup was tasteless because of these words. She raised her head and said, "Does your mother know that you are so shameless?"
Yue Tingfeng and Yan Qingsi squeezed into the single sofa, "Nonsense, of course I know, my mother made it for me, give me something to drink."
Yan Qingsi suddenly put her hand on Yue Tingfeng's belly, "No, this is not for you, this is for the child you cruelly killed!"
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Yue Tuhao: How many years will I have to carry this blame? Why is it so hard to pick up a girl