Qinghuan was amused by Feng Yize's words.

He asked with a funny look, "How can you tell that I'm angry with you? I'm afraid that you will be beaten when you come to G City."

"Is Ziyang? Or Uncle Wen."

Feng Yize seemed to be really scared and asked with caution.

Qinghuan smiled on the phone.

Smile happily and happily.

Feng Yize was waiting on the other end of the phone.

"Qinghuan, have you finished laughing?"

Qinghuan's laughter stopped like this, "My dad is gentler. If you want to beat you up, it should be my brother more."

"That's how it is."

Feng Yize stretched out his voice, as if thinking.

Qinghuan looked at the phone placed on the coffee table, pressing the paper in one hand and a pen in the other, continuing to draw.

About ten seconds later, Feng Yize's voice came, "Qinghuan, I won't resist and fight back then. Will Ziyang be gentle? Please help me ask him for love, don't slap in the face?"

“…”

Qinghuan's mouth twitched.

Feng Yize's voice continued, "I'm so handsome, it would be a pity if I was ruined."

"Yeah, OK."

Qinghuan held back his laughter and said seriously, "Then I will tell my brother tonight, tell him not to slap you in the face, and beat you up in the rest of the body."

...

Feng Yize was still very injured.

"Qinghuan, you..."

"Don't you, you're here, I'll send you something."

Qinghuan interrupted Feng Yize's tone of pretending to be pitiful and smiled.

She was feeling much better after talking to him.

Feng Yize didn't know what she was going to send him, but he liked to read as long as it was her stuff, even if it was a piece of shit.

Not only do I think so in my heart.

He even said, "Qinghuan, even if you send a bunch of shit, I like to watch it."

“…”

Qinghuan looked at the painting she drew.

Is there a lump of shit on it?

She didn't answer Feng Yize's words.

Silently took photos of several paintings she drew to him.

On the other end of the phone.

In the company office.

Feng Yize exited the call interface and clicked on WeChat.

I saw what he just said.

It turned out to be myself.

He really wanted to raise his hand to suck himself.

Qinghuan painted him very handsomely.

Feng Yize looked at herself on the painting and felt like a flower blooming in her heart.

"Qinghuan, thank you for painting me."

You can draw so handsomely and well-designed without looking at him.

How could he not like her?

Qinghuan's voice came with a smile, "No need to thank me, I'm just too bored."

"Then I'll go to City G to see you as soon as possible."

——

Next, I will tell you something very important:

Since the extra story was blocked for hundreds of thousands of words, the friends who chased here all know that although each of the extra stories is independent, the first one is screened and the next one is probably not written.

Otherwise, if the friend who entered the trap couldn't understand, he would scold Ye Zi to death.

Ye Zi learned about it as soon as possible, and he couldn't let go of those hundreds of thousands of words, but everyone spent money, and seeing this, he must be as depressed as Ye Zi.

Let me talk about Qi~Ee Group Number: (65-62-96-095), and you can only pass by adding the group and bringing the protagonist's name in the article.

If you want to continue reading the extra story, please join the group.

Ye Zi first counts how many friends want to read the stories of Qinghuan, Feng Yize, Qingling and Chu Junming.

Only by determining the number of people can we determine how to continue to write the subsequent extra story for everyone to see.
Chapter completed!