Yue Tingfeng's mood was extremely deceiving.
A lie that Yan Qingsi told in front of his mother was still believed by his stupid mother.
Yue Tingfeng knew his own mother. When he saw Yan Qingsi again today, the little old lady was obviously guilty because she felt that her son was "not a thing"!
However, Yue Tingfeng was really unjust.
He wanted to cause trouble, but Yan Qingsi, a vixen, gave him a chance
Yue Tingfeng gritted his teeth and said, "If you still have the nerve to say it, my mother will believe you."
Yan Qingsi took a bite of the chicken and had to say that Mrs. Yue was really good at cooking.
Yan Qingsi spat out the chicken bones and said, "Tsk, don't blame your mother for her low IQ. If not, blame your poor character. You did it all yourself. You said you must be nothing more than your own mother." I don’t even believe you.”
Yue Tingfeng was choked and had nothing to say.
Indeed, he was also thinking about this issue. He was so useless that his mother would rather believe in a little goblin than her biological son.
Yue Tingfeng leaned back and simply wrapped his hands around Yan Qingsi's waist: "Today, my mother said that we are not good friends anyway, and we should not harm anyone else. I told her, if this is the case, then why bother to harm others? , Anyway, we both have the same stuff, let’s just make do with it, what do you think?”
Yan Qingsi's heart tightened. Yue Tingfeng's words seemed to indicate that she planned to live a long life.
Yan Qingsi took a sip of chicken soup and said, "Haha, not so good? You really don't want to harm others, but I'm not that kind. I just want to find a good wife and man to harm him for the rest of his life."
Yue Tingfeng's originally relaxed face suddenly became clouded, and he looked at Yan Qingsi coldly: "Like Jin Xuechu?"
Yan Qingsi looked directly into Yue Tingfeng's eyes and said deliberately: "It's hard to say, maybe it's Qin Jingzhi? I'm still looking forward to you calling me cousin."
Yue Tingfeng suddenly turned over and pressed Yan Qingsi under him, blocking her mouth directly.
Yan Qingsi had just drank chicken soup, and it tasted like chicken soup.
Not long after that, Yue Tingfeng let her go and said with a dark face, "You said, you can't beat me. If you don't say a word about those things that deserve a beating, will you die?"
Why did he hate hearing other men's names coming out of Yan Qingsi's mouth
Yan Qingsi: "No!"
She reached out, took out two napkins, wiped them, and continued to drink chicken soup.
Even in the same posture just now, the bowl in Yan Qingsi's hand was held firmly, and not a drop of the chicken soup inside was spilled.
The corner of Yue Tingfeng's mouth twitched. In Yan Qingsi's heart, being kissed by him was not as important as drinking chicken soup.
How low is his status in Yan Qingsi's heart
Yue Tingfeng snorted: "My mother would be very happy to know that you like her soup so much."
"Really? Then don't tell her."
"Why?"
Yan Qingsi drank up the chicken soup in the bowl, put it down, turned around and winked at Yue Tingfeng: "Tsk, what if your mother falls in love with me and insists on me marrying you?"
Yue Tingfeng's heart beat a few times for no reason, but before he could speak, Yan Qingsi stood up and said, "It's time for me to leave. Where are my things."
Yue Tingfeng collapsed on the sofa and asked, "What is it?"
Yan Qingsi kicked him: "Don't pretend to be like me, where are my clothes, my luggage, and my things? If you dare to throw them away, I will kill you!"