Chapter 218

Qin Qing doesn't know who recommended Baidu to Feng Yan at the beginning. She wandered around Shi Yuantian Peng and others. Tragically, she found that most of these men who usually fight hard on the battlefield may be blind in life. No wonder their guardians believe in the people who irrigate the Internet.

And when some of the floors showed their authentic calligraphy, the man with a straight line of brain also directly threw out a picture.

The light in the picture is not very good. The wall or wood looks a little rough. It should be a training base. The early morning sun shines in through the window sill gap, and a little light is printed on the paper. I don't know whether the thin rice paper is for convenience or not. It doesn't even have a decent frame. It's so simple and rough to hang on the small wooden bed.

Although the calligraphy was Qin Qing's impromptu work, the brush edge was beautiful and powerful, and there was a crazy state. At the end, the little cinnabar peach flowers at the brush edge seemed to fly wantonly like being rolled up by a brush, which was beautiful like a painting.

That is, such a picture of strong contrast between light and shade and fierce conflict with the environment makes the originally bleak Posts suddenly open and soar like hanging, and there are all exclamation marks when they slip down.

First floor: sleeping trough!! This is a child's calligraphy. The bar owner can play with mine. This is clearly the wall chart of the boutique!

Second floor: sleeping trough! I almost poked my eyes, and specially enlarged my research. I found that it was really handwritten. Compared with the dog crawling words I sent, I was beaten in the face.

Third floor: I'm a calligraphy lover. I'm responsible to tell you that this is not a wall chart, but a real artificial font and cinnabar rendering. Finally, I also want to say, lying trough! Kneel, kneel.jpg

Fourth floor: is what you said upstairs true? Then I have reason to suspect that the bar owner is here to hype. If you want to show off your god horse, please turn around, okay?

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There are many skeptics of conspiracy theory in these posts of envy, jealousy and hatred, but their guardians may be busy. They took another bubble after more than 100 layers of questioning. This time, they asked about the health care products needed by children with unbalanced nutrition.

At the bottom, there are still people who don't spare no effort, and some people make mischief and smash up the sales advertising list. Since then, they have finally caught the culprit of melatonin.

Qin Qing looked at zhimolars and wanted to shout Nanxu up. She sealed the post overnight so that the guardian would not be instilled with strange ideas all day. But she looked down at her guardian's reply below. Thank you and praise. She couldn't do it again for a while.

"Oh, forget it, just be a hobby." Qin Qing was tired and pinched her eyebrows. She remembered the picture of ice face cooking porridge with a mobile phone. She smiled helplessly, then took away the mobile phone and turned to sleep.

This time, there were no terrible nightmares in her dream. There were only the sound of a man's heart beating like a drum when he pulled her into his arms.

However, Feng Yan on the other side was far from feeling so well. He took a cold bath for an hour in the middle of the night, looked down at his little brother who couldn't get down, and ran around the outer wall of the house for most of the night. Finally, he finally stopped, but found that his mobile phone fell in the girl's room. He was afraid of losing control and delaying things. After struggling for a long time, he secretly turned over from the fence into the room.

His intention was to find the mobile phone and go. When he entered the house, he automatically tucked in the quilt for the girl first, and then probed his forehead to measure his temperature. He found that the fever had subsided. As soon as he was relieved, his eyes sharply found a large piece of blue on one side of his slender arm.

It seemed that she felt pain. Even in her sleep, the girl unconsciously protected the place from bumps.

The killer hurt her.

Feng Yan's eyebrows couldn't stop a layer of hostility. The cold all over him couldn't stop coming out. His eyes were nailed to the wound until the girl seemed to be pulled up by the cold, and the quilt just woke up.

"Major general, it's not a good thing that you have a murderous heart when you are extremely persistent to a person. Persistence will lead to many negative emotions. This situation is the same as being competitive. At the beginning, the team didn't let you give full play to this consideration. Now, my suggestion is to stay away from the source of influence for the time being."

The words of psychological experts are still in his ears. As a doctoral tutor who has been tutoring postwar trauma for many years, Feng Yan, a top soldier trained and enlisted since childhood, has been in his watch. Three years ago, he had a brief accident. Under the sequelae of trauma, he lost his memory three months after his death. The top secret archives have been sealed up, and his regular psychological counseling has not stopped.

Last time, he almost killed Qu Li by mistake at the edge of the cliff. This made the senior management keep him for more than a week. Finally, he let the people at the bottom of his hand go fishing and get out and come back.

Originally, he thought the problem was not serious, but in the corridor of the hotel around the sea, when he turned and almost grabbed the girl's neck, he couldn't deceive himself and others any more.

"You are different," he said solemnly as he sat beside the girl, his fists on his knees and held them tightly, like talking to himself or taking an oath.

Immediately, he took his cell phone, got up and went to the hot spring pool, climbed over the fence, and then turned back to Nanxu sitting under the cherry tree.

The air fell into silence in vain.

At that time, Nanxu was holding a cup of sake in her hand. She motioned stiff in the air and stared at her eyes. She thought she had an illusion in the middle of the night, so she was stunned for a moment. She raised her other hand conditionally and said hello, "Hi."

Two cold lines of sight swept over the man's ice carved face. There was no embarrassment or embarrassment. It was like walking around the back garden and nodding calmly, "HMM."

Then he walked away coldly.

Nanxu was so exhausted that he was frozen into a popsicle. He was excited. He looked at the man's tall figure disappearing in the maple forest. He looked back at the fence wall like a mentally retarded person. He stared bigger and bigger. Finally, he was scared to wake up by the wine.

Sleeping trough, isn't that Qin Qing's room? That was the legendary major general Feng just now. What did you do when you came out of Qin Qing's house in the middle of the night? What have they done in the room for most of the day, and what academic issues need to be discussed at this time? How's my delicate and frail boss Qin now?!!

Nanxu shook the cup, shook Parkinson's hand and poured the pot into his mouth. It took a long time to suppress the countless roars in his heart, and stepped back to the room at a mysterious pace.

The next morning, Nanxu, who had been insomnia all night, got up with tenacious willpower, dragged his half dead steps to Qin Qing's room to find someone, but hit the empty door. When he got to the restaurant, he saw someone kneeling down on tatami to have breakfast.

"Good morning." the girl looked at her face and said, "didn't you sleep well last night?"