The End Of The World’s Poisonous Mom And Monster Baby

Chapter 222: Wrong is wrong (2)

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She took a deep breath and got into the bathtub, washing herself three times carefully in and out before coming out of the bathtub.

Obviously the body is very clean, and the strong resilience has eliminated all traces, Shao Qing still feels very uncomfortable, uncomfortable from the inside out.

Yan Hanqing is different from Yan Qiyue, and also different from Erdai. Although he was usually silent, at that time, he was full of aggressiveness. Shao Qing remembered the feeling of being unable to control everything.

Coming out of the bathroom, Shao Qing calmed down and decided to leave the matter behind, and then went to the kitchen to cook a bowl of soup for Yan Qiyue.

Yan Qiyue was drunk yesterday. Although he didn't drink a lot of alcohol, his stomach was extremely fragile and he had to be warmed up.

Shao Qing didn't know that when she was busy, Yan Qiyue kept her eyes open and quietly looked at the location of the kitchen.

His eyes were almost filled with blood, he was drunk quickly, and he woke up quickly, he woke up less than midnight last night, that is to say, he listened to the live erotica for a long time.

If you open his palm and look at it at this time, you will find that his palm is full of crescent-shaped pinch marks, and there are dried blood stains on the palm and nails.

Yan Qiyue bit her index finger, staring at a button left on the ground, the murderous intent in her eyes was almost solidified.

Soon, the index finger was bitten by him, dripping with blood, and the skin was ripped apart.

When Yan Qiyue estimated that Shao Qing was about to come out, she spread out her palms, stretched out the tip of her pink tongue, and licked the blood on her palms and nails a little bit.

He didn't want to be discovered by Shao Qing that he was actually sober last night, and he didn't want to let Shao Qing know that he had accumulated a lot of killing intent.

God knows that Yan Qiyue wanted to kill all the men around Shao Qing, and then lock her up. Only he can approach her and only he can see her. Even if Shao Qing will anger him, it doesn’t matter, he can let Shao Qing. It doesn't matter if you vent, hit or scold...

Yan Qiyue even thought that Shao Qing might be angry with him, but as a person like her who is cold outside and hot inside, as long as she doesn't know that he killed her teammate, then even if he put her under house arrest, she won't hurt him.

After all, she will care about all the people around her who are worthy of her care. As long as that person enters her heart, then this iron-blooded woman will give him endless tolerance and softness.

But as long as you think about it, Yan Qiyue is not willing to hurt Shao Qing in this way anymore. Using her feelings to hurt her is too bad and will be rejected...

Yan Qiyue turned over, the little demon in her heart kept clamoring, killing Yan Hanqing, killing Gu Chuan, and killing all the men who wanted to rob him.

Before he could roll herself into a ball, Shao Qing had already walked out carrying the soup. When Shao Qing saw Yan Qiyue rolling on the bed with the quilt rolled up, the embarrassment in her heart surged in an instant.

Yan Qiyue won't hear it, right? Or he saw a little...

Yan Qiyue naturally understood Shao Qing's psychology, and hurriedly said pitifully, "A Qing, my head hurts..."

Shao Qing's thoughts were immediately torn away, and she mercilessly mocked Yan Qiyue: "What can I do if I can't drink? One cup was overturned, and drunk holding me and calling my mother is honorable?"

Yan Qiyue didn't feel ashamed at all. He arched and arched under the bed like a big bug, and finally arched in front of Shao Qing, hugged Shao Qing's waist, and blinked his eyes: "In fact, this is I drink for the first time..."

His adoptive father is a drunkard. This has caused Yan Qiyue to hate alcohol since he was a child. Later, when he grew up, he didn’t like alcohol, which makes people irrational. If it hadn’t been because Shao Qing was by his side and gave him a sense of security, he If she deliberately tried to toss Cai Yingying, she would never order wine, let alone drink it.