Fantasy Abyss Sticking to Ink Dye

Yuanfan perspective

After Mo Xiaoqi left, I lay on the bed and looked at Yuan Zipei. This guy kept peeking at me secretly. Looking at him directly, every subtle movement is exposed.Neither of us spoke first. After a while, when I was about to get impatient, Yuan Zipei stammered and said what he wanted.What he said was laborious, and I didn't bother to think about it, and the door was pushed open after a while.Lou Jingyang stood there.

When the door was just opened, the sharp aura raged like money, maybe it was a little restrained after seeing outsiders.Even so, I could feel Yuan Zipei's stiffness.I guess he felt Lou Jingyang's suffocating coercion, it was a feeling of suffocation that made people so nervous that they didn't dare to breathe.

"Mo Xiaoqi is back, don't you need you to come and see me?" I adjusted the pillow behind me to make myself more comfortable, and asked lazily, not caring at all about Lou Jingyang's depressed desire to kill someone look.

"I didn't come to see you, brat. Do you have your uncle's contact information? My old man wants to see him." Lou Jingyang unceremoniously raised his chin at Yuanzipei, motioning him to give up his seat, looking at Yuanzipei as if surprised Standing aside, Lou Jingyang clicked twice with a toothache.But he didn't reflect at all whether his aura was too sharp, sweeping the killing breath.

I know that as a soldier, it is the worst thing to see such a weak person. It is the lack of self-confidence exuding from the bones. That kind of negative emotion is like black mucus. Once it wraps around human bones, it will never loosen. Its inherent pace crawls upwards, penetrates inwards along the bone seams, erodes human temperament little by little, and finally becomes a slave of inferiority, always obediently like a dog in water, and careful like street rats, obviously no one drives them away .

In fact, whose sorrow is it?It is a child who is too obedient at home. Everything has been arranged. He is not allowed to have his own thoughts. He is bullied and no one can stand up for himself. It is wrong to refute, it is wrong to quarrel, and it is wrong to fight. .The blood of a boy is slowly smoothed by this kind of education, but the family still thinks this is a polite look. Seeing the child's useless look, he is also beaming and feels that he can write a textbook called education. up.

Lou Jingyang sat down unceremoniously, and pointed with her chin, "Who are you?" I don't know if Lou Jingyang has any opinion on Yuan Zipei, after all, this way of asking is quite sad, isn't it? .

"My father's son." I picked up the canned cherry on the bedside cabinet and dug out a cherry with my index finger. It was sticky like a broken eyeball. The soup slowly slid down my finger, leaving a A layer of pale pink mucus, like the secretions left by a snail crawling through.

Lou Jingyang curled her lips in disgust, "Can you not be so disgusting, I feel like I don't want to eat cherries anymore."

I narrowed my eyes and smiled happily.Stretching out her tongue, and slowly licking off the juice along her fingers, Lou Jingyang suddenly pulled the paper towel in an extremely rude manner, grabbed my hand and roughly wiped it off, "I'm fucking you! Fan, you kid is a monster. Can you find your uncle? Tell me quickly."

I curled my lips in dissatisfaction, and withdrew my hand, "Yuan Zipei, take him to find my uncle." Before Lou Jingyang came, Yuan Zipei had intermittently expressed his admiration for me.