Thinking about what happened today, I feel that Qian Yikun is a complete old fox.
Otherwise, how could she be tricked by that man
"Well, he knows." Mo Fei said, lowering his eyes slightly with a smile. That was the man she fell in love with. She really didn't like him without any ability.
"That's good, so as not to be misunderstood by him." Ding Junqi knew about the previous quarrel with Qian Yikun.
This is true. After talking to Ding Junqi on the phone, Mo Fei looked at Ding Jiaqi who had already entered the house. She put away her phone, threw it directly on the bed, and then slowly turned around and went out.
Ding Jiaqi went upstairs with a face full of resentment, but halfway up the stairs, she saw Mo Fei standing at the top of the stairs. Mo Fei had his hands behind his back and a pretty face with a half-smile expression.
Ding Jiaqi paused slightly and subconsciously took a step back, "Cousin, cousin—" Ding Jiaqi called carefully.
As Mo Fei went downstairs step by step, Ding Jiaqi also followed step by step backwards.
The Swiss Army Knife in Mo Fei's hand gently tapped the palm of his hand, looking at the woman whose teeth might be chattering.
"Cousin, what are you going to do?" Ding Jiaqi said, her voice a little sharp.
"I don't want to do anything, I just want to peel an apple. What are you afraid of?" Mo Fei said, approaching Ding Jiaqi who had retreated to the bottom.
"Well, then I won't disturb my cousin." Ding Jiaqi said, and wanted to run away.
But Mo Fei directly grabbed her collar, pulled her back, and threw her on the table aside, "Why are you leaving? You talk so much and love being a person so much, so you can talk to me with my cousin. "
As Mo Fei spoke, he directly stabbed the Swiss Army knife in his hand on the solid wood table.
Ding Jiaqi's body shook unconsciously. This was psychological abuse!
Mo Fei picked up an apple slowly, then leaned on the sofa, picked up the saber, and slowly peeled the apple, "Do you know what happened to people I saw who talked too much before?"
Ding Jiaqi didn't dare to speak.
Mo Fei threw the peeled apple peel on the ground and said in a cold voice, "Pull out the tongue, then let her watch and fry it in the oil pan. After frying, give it to her to eat."
There was no trace of blood on Ding Jiaqi's face anymore.
Could it be possible to cut the peeled apple into small pieces, use a saber to pierce a small piece and put it near Ding Jiaqi's mouth, "As for the kind of woman who only thinks about seducing other men, I think she will fall into the oil pan." It's contaminating the pot of oil." Mo Fei said, stuffing the apple into Ding Jiaqi's closed mouth, "I don't have a problem with you being as mean as your grandma, but it's best not to have such evil thoughts on my man. , you know, I am not that easy to talk to." Mo Fei said, took out the saber and patted her face, "No, I gave you the apple, remember, you don't covet my man, I won't accompany you. Playing is to give you face, otherwise, I’m afraid you won’t be able to play.”
The apple in Ding Jiaqi's mouth was a little hard to swallow. She shivered and watched as Mo Fei walked around her and went upstairs. In the end, her legs were weak and she fell directly to the ground.
Mo Fei, who had walked a few steps, looked back at Ding Jiaqi sitting on the ground, raised the corners of his mouth, and made a spatula motion on his neck with his hand.
Ding Jiaqi was even more scared.