: Naturally, life is full of hatred, Shui Changdong (17)

Author: Yaoli

: Naturally, life is full of hatred, Shui Changdong (17)

When the minute hand reached half past ten, Fu Ji suddenly stood up and threw all the already cold food into the trash can.

At this moment, he just felt like a fool for everything he did today.

It's so stupid, so stupid.

Starting from selling vegetables at two o'clock in the afternoon, it's so stupid!

Fu Ji didn't know how to cook. It took him almost a whole afternoon to prepare the food on this table. He tasted it and found it tasted very bad. But thinking about Yan Ran's performance in the morning, he was looking forward to it, so he insisted

I waited for three and a half hours.

His self-control was so powerful that he quickly calmed down and returned to his previous calm state.

After emptying out all the dishes, looking at the garbage can full of messy smells, he didn't know when he bit the inner wall of his mouth. The thick smell of blood filled his mouth, just like the murderous intention rising in his chest.

Sure enough, you shouldn't do these unnecessary things.

Click——

The closed door was pushed open, and a slender figure walked in covered with cold air. She took off her coat at the door and hung it up, then walked in with steady steps.

At a glance, he saw Fu Ji wearing a pink bear apron standing next to the trash can with an incomprehensible expression.

Fu Ji's expression condensed on his face: "...Brother Yan?"

Yan Ran loosened his tie, revealing a small patch of snow-white collarbone, and half of his face was bathed in the bright light, looking flawless.

The red mole on the tip of the nose is like cinnabar, adding a bit of beauty.

Yan Ran was also a little stunned. Seeing Fu Ji dressed up like this, a smile quickly flashed in his eyes: "What are you doing?"

Fu Ji's thinking was short-circuited for a moment. He looked at Yan Ran blankly and subconsciously told the truth: "I'm pouring rice..."

Yan Ran tilted his head: "Did you prepare it specially for me?"

The man fell silent, his tall figure inexplicably stiff.

Pulling off the messy tie, Yan Ran felt a little regretful: "It seems I was late."

Before Fu Ji could react, he said, "Then I'll cook you a bowl of noodles?"

Yan Ran: "..."

This is not necessary.

Yan Ran finally tried what it meant to hit himself in the foot with a stone. The sound of boiling oil soon came from the kitchen. Thinking of the indescribable smell in the morning, his stomach still hurt, and Yan Ran wanted to run away.

But Fu Ji didn't have this chance.

When Fu Ji came out with his face in hand, he looked straight over from here and faced the person sitting on the sofa.

Under the bright red and white light, Yan Ran's white outline was clearly visible.

She was leaning on the sofa, holding her chin with her left hand, her side face was quiet and white.

Her neck is very thin, her wrists are small, and she has extremely beautiful lines from her soft hair to her sharp jaw.

This cold, silent room seemed to be warmed by the arrival of this person.

The man who smelled of cooking oil couldn't help but squeeze the bowl tightly and groaned due to the heat from the pot.

Yan Ran just turned his head, walked over, and sat on the dining chair.

The noodles were steaming hot, and there was an egg on top, but the owner didn't control the heat well, and the eggs were burnt.

Yan Ran didn't eat all afternoon, but when she saw this bowl of noodles, she lost all her appetite.

Yan Ran especially wanted to say something to the protagonist: Having you is my bad luck.

The bowl of noodles ended up in Yan Ran's stomach. There was no other way. The man just sat across from her and watched, making it difficult for her to finish the meal.

While Yan Ran was wiping his mouth, Fu Ji asked: "Does it taste good?"

Yan Ran still looked the same. He raised his eyelids and his light pupils turned into light brown under the light, as beautiful as amber. "Not bad."

Still good?

This made Fu Ji's heart beat inexplicably.

An extremely indescribable smell spread among the limbs and bones, sprouting tiny buds.

Fu Ji came to the kitchen and there was still some noodles in the pot.

This noodle really didn't look appetizing at all, but Yan Ran's bland look made him wonder if the taste of this noodle was really good.

So Fu Ji took a sip, then took out a few tissues and spit them out with an expressionless expression.

This can no longer be expressed as unpalatable.

Then why could Yan Ran finish it? It seemed like it was just an ordinary bowl of noodles.

Has Yan Ran lost his sense of taste? Or is there something wrong with his taste system?

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Yan Ran lowered her head. After taking a bath, her skin exposed outside her pajamas was pale and slightly pink, her hair was even darker after being wet, and her flesh-pink lips were much redder than usual.

Fu Ji was already lying on the bed, looking at Yan Ran.

Yan Ran stretched out his fingers to fiddle with his wet hair a few times. The fingers were thin and straight, and looked warm and white, like works of art carefully carved from mutton-fat white jade.

After a busy day, I felt indescribably tired, especially after taking a shower, I wanted to sleep even more, and my eyelids were about to collapse.

"Go get the hair dryer and blow dry my hair." Yan Ran ordered from the sofa.

There was no movement at first, and then there was the sound of footsteps after a while.

The warm breath blowing made me feel indescribably comfortable.

Yan Ran closed her eyes, half asleep but not asleep.

Fu Ji was standing behind the sofa. He was tall and had broad shoulders. The shadow he cast surrounded Yan Ran, making her look indescribably weak and frail.

This little one is really fragile.

She tilted her head back, and Fu Ji stared at the light-colored mole on the tip of the other person's nose that gradually faded away and engulfed people's soul.

Black pajamas, cold white skin.

Under Fu Ji's eyes, the most vulnerable part was exposed, seemingly in a silent temptation.

I had some sinister thoughts, and at this moment, I suddenly pushed aside the duckweed and emerged from the water.

The hair dryer kept buzzing.

A pair of broad, powerful, well-jointed fingers silently controlled the fragile, slender neck.

The cold temperature was like a poisonous snake spitting out poison, and sticky sweat broke out on the palms of my hands for unknown reasons.

The warm skin, the surging blood flow, and with just a little exertion, everything will become cold. Those light-colored eyes will never open again, and his heart will never have that strange beating again.

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A voice shouted: Go ahead, do it. Kill her and let this sin disappear. From now on, there will no longer be any factors that could induce him to lose control.

His dark pupils shrank and widened, and his pale and pale face suddenly looked like a demon with teeth and claws, mad and ferocious.

By the time he recovered, Yan Ran's neck had already been pinched with four slender red finger marks.

These red marks were slightly swollen, as if engraved in relief on the pale skin, like peach petals blown off by the wind this season, a few of them forming a pile of ambiguous red marks, and they were spread on her neck like a seal.

Fu Ji: I almost killed my wife! What a risk
Chapter completed!