Mysterious level up! Shen Ye cries and begs for reconciliation again

"Since you have joined the Qi family, you must accept that you are just a chess piece on the chessboard."

"Being thrown away or used, no one can tell."

She said coldly: "Don't forget, this is a consensus that you and I both know."

Qiao Huaizhou naturally did not forget.

However, he could no longer care about anything else. As if bewitched by her eyes, he rushed over and said in a low and hoarse voice, "Last night, continue what we didn't finish last night..."

Feng Yiren glanced at him.

After a few seconds, she grabbed the back of his neck and ruthlessly ravaged his pale pink lips.

While gasping for breath, Qiao Huaizhou opened his eyes a little and stared at her cold and hard face that was infected by desire, especially the scar and the strange bloodshot eyes, which were softened and moistened.

A long time ago there was a rumor.

The youngest daughter of the Feng family is a cursed person. The strange red eye is the evidence, and the disasters that have occurred in the Feng family since she was born are the strongest evidence.

But Qiao Huaizhou didn't think so.

He just thought that the pair of eyes were so beautiful, so beautiful. What curse? That was the retribution for the Feng family's sin of abandoning their young child and not caring about him.

Besides, so what even if it’s a curse?

He was originally a scourge that would last for a thousand years. Qiao Huaizhou wanted to see whose life was tougher, compared with the "curse".

"Yiren," Qiao Huaizhou held her rough fingers and moved them to his smooth and perfect body, his voice hoarse, "What did you call me?"

"...Zhou Li." Feng Yiren called in a low voice.

Amidst the sweat, Qiao Huaizhou smiled, and kissed the scar at the corner of her eye: "Yiren, Yiren, I love you..."

He seemed to be particularly fond of her wounds, and he kissed all the scars, big and small, on her body.

Feng Yiren put her hand on his shoulder, holding up his silky long hair, and thought intermittently.

Qiao Huaizhou was under the bed, and on the bed he was two completely different people, one was a gentle little lamb, and the other was a vicious wolf who had tasted the sweetness of sex.

They have been married for more than 20 years, and he is still as passionate as a newlywed.

……

That day, Shen Rao got up earlier than Qi Yan.

When Qi Yan came out rubbing her sleepy eyes, he had just bit off the last embroidery thread, smoothed out the wrinkles on his coat, and looked at her with sparkling eyes.

"Come and try it, I'll fix it for you."

Qi Yan put on a clean coat, and the cut on his chest that was previously made by a knife was now replaced by a simple peony flower.

The stitches were not very delicate, but they were exceptionally harmonious. She touched the embroidery on her chest and looked at the mirror for a long time without saying a word.

Shen Rao was nervous: "How is it? Does it not look good?"

In fact, he had just started learning, and it was good enough that he could embroider like this, but he wanted to give Qi Yan the best.

"No, it's very beautiful," Qi Yan curved her eyes towards him, "I like it very much."

Shen Rao breathed a sigh of relief: "As long as you like it, you can wear it at home..."

"I'm going to wear it out." Qi Yan said.

Shen Rao: “……!”

Shen Rao: "Are you kidding?"

"No," Qi Yan looked puzzled, "Why would I make such a joke?"

Shen Rao twisted his fingers and said, "But, but the embroidery is not very good, so don't wear it out."

Qi Yan smiled and said, "I think the embroidery is already very good."

"…You just know how to coax me." Shen Rao's heart was pounding.

Qi Yan: "I'm serious."

Shen Rao didn't take it to heart, thinking that she was such a serious person and would definitely change it when she went out.

And then, and then——

She really got out!!

Shen Rao hid behind the tent and watched her talking to her subordinates as usual.

I don’t know if the subordinate’s eyes lingered on the embroidery on her coat.

She introduced herself:

"My fiancé embroidered this for me. Does it look good?"

Subordinates: “…”

Subordinate A was very supportive and applauded, saying, "It's beautiful, it's really an exquisite embroidery!"

Subordinate B: "This is amazing. I didn't expect Mr. Shen to have this kind of skills. He is so talented!"

Subordinate C: "It suits you very well. Mr. Shen is really clever and skillful!"

Subordinate D: "You two are a perfect match. I hit it, I hit it!"

Although Qi Yan's expression didn't change much, the aura around him was still visibly happy.

The subordinates praised more vigorously, and even the style gradually went astray.

Shen Rao who was hiding behind: "..."

He was so ashamed and speechless that he turned around and covered the lower half of his face with one hand. Between his fingers, the corners of his mouth curled up wildly.

Qi Yan's cut was quite ruthless, so the embroidery area was not small.

The flower, which was not very delicate, was flaunted so much on her big dress that it caused a big wave in places that were not seen.

Feng Qiaoxi, who was running errands, stared at her and saw at a glance: "You are in a good mood."

Qi Yan glanced at her lightly, his clear pupils then moved his gaze down to his chest.

It seems to be a silent hint.

"I saw it a long time ago." Feng Qiaoxi rolled his eyes, put his arms on the back of the leather sofa, and faced the gathered family peers, "You guys should also control her. I think her tail is going to be up to the sky."

"Qiao Xi really thinks highly of us," Yu Miao said, even though his leg was broken, he was still the one who was most rude. "How could we have such ability? I was the one who rushed forward, and now I can't stand up."

Feng Qiaoxi glanced at her suddenly, sneered and said, "Why don't I shoot you in the mouth a few times?"

“How about you do it for me?” Yu Miao smiled charmingly, “Actually… I really like your face, but it’s a pity that your gender doesn’t match.”

Feng Qiaoxi is tall and always has a short haircut. Coupled with his unkempt and casual temperament, he does have a bit of a romantic vibe.

He is the type of person Yu Miao is very fascinated by, but they have never had a good relationship since childhood.

The reason is——

Feng Qiaoxi covered his nose in disgust:

"Please put your vixen smell to rest. I don't like your type. Your lover has almost circled the earth three and a half times."

Yu Miao's face was tense, and he said while gritting his teeth:

"You bastard, your words are still as harsh as ever. I'm so pissed off. Brother, go and bite her!"

She pulled Yu Mo who was beside her.

Yu Mo glanced at his troublesome sister, who always remembered to eat but not to be beaten. He really wanted to push her down the ravine.

Mo Ye leaned against her sister, took out the sweet potato she had taken from the cafeteria that morning, gave her sister a piece first and said, "We haven't been together for a long time, it's so lively."

Mo Yao's eyes paused for a few seconds at the embroidery on Qi Yan's chest, then she nodded and said with a sigh, "Yes, it's really rare."

Seeing that a fight was about to start, the good-natured Lu Rong hurried out to mediate.

"Stop arguing..."

"That's great," Feng Qiaoxi pulled him, "Lu Rong, scold her with me."

Lu Rong: “…”

Jin Yuanbao, lying in Ji Yue's arms, was so bored that he yawned repeatedly.

Ji Yue was nearly 30 years old and had not yet married or had children. She loved Jin Yuanbao, the youngest of her generation, very much. She rubbed her head and said, "If you feel sleepy, take a nap."

Jin Mi: "Sister Ji, adults are so boring."

Ji Yue: "It's not that the adults are boring, it's these guys who are particularly boring."