"That's it. One week's preparation time, let the student union of King's University be the judge, and we will see you next Wednesday." After Lian Ruixuan finished speaking, she looked at Motata's confused and confused eyes.

, and walked away with a smile.

Motata really wants to slap himself in the face! Humph, I have never cooked in my life. The last time I cooked, I made a meal of "swimming crab fried rice cake" for Feng Yingchen. It was dark when it came out of the pan.

It's similar to briquettes, but I guess eating briquettes is more delicious than this rice cake.=*=It's over now!

"Are you satisfied?" Feng Yingchen's cold teasing voice drifted to his ears. Motata raised his eyes and saw Feng Yingchen quietly sipping tea, with a mocking expression in his cold eyes.

"You have the nerve to say that! You have the nerve to drink tea. You drink tea, you drink urine, right?" Motata cursed with his hands on his hips, just like a little shrew on the street.

Feng Yingchen almost choked on the hot tea, stood up, looked at Motata up and down, and then said sarcastically and arrogantly, "I know you have something to say, just say what you want to say."

Motata pouted and looked at his tall figure angrily, clenched his fist angrily, and roared, "Feng Yingchen! Why do you always have such a joking expression? Now Lian Ruixuan wants to see

Are you happy that I made a fool of myself?!"

Feng Yingchen lazily raised his eyes, "I can't say I'm happy," he said with a bad smile, "But I'm in a good mood."

"I hate you so much Feng Yingchen! What did I say to you in the car this morning? Didn't you agree? Why did you go back on your word? You! I saw that girl's face just now, you know I was almost scared

Are you crying? Do you know that my legs gave out and I almost fell to my knees?! I think I, Motata, am a big fool! You go up to the eighty-meter rooftop and take the elevator! What about me? I climbed the fucking stairs!

Oh, I'm going, ah!" Motata held his forehead in pain, Motata was really stupid!

"I..." Feng Yingchen said coldly, about to say something, but was abruptly interrupted by Motata's words.

"What's wrong with you? Aren't you just a gangster? Aren't you just Ye Mei helping the next generation of successors? Aren't you the one who kills people without blinking an eye? Aren't you just in a good mood that you can talk about anything, but in a bad mood you want to kill a few people and kill a few people?

Feng Yingchen, I feel more and more scary about you! Sometimes I wonder, one day you don’t like me anymore, so you pick up a knife and stab me to death?! Don’t you think I have such stains on my hands?

How bloody will your conscience be?..." Motata roared loudly, and the voice resounded throughout the rooftop. The big hand on the side looked at the two confronting people angrily, and then retreated from the rooftop knowingly, leaving only

Motata asked angrily, and in the end, her voice became smaller and smaller, began to tremble, and started to sound like crying...

Feng Yingchen was about to explain something coldly when she heard Motata's cell phone ring.

Motata picked up the phone and pressed the answer button, "Hello?...An Canmo? Are you okay?...Yeah, that's it, I'll be right back!!"

Motata's voice gradually regained its calmness and vitality. She hung up the phone and refused to say a word. Her deer-like pure eyes glanced at Feng Yingchen before turning and walking off the rooftop. In the cool breeze, she and

Her back looks so thin and determined...

Feng Yingchen's facial features, as cold as a knife blade, looked sad, lonely, dark, and gloomy. His eyes were like a deep pool of water, immeasurably deep and untouchable.

His lips were cold and affectionate, and his lines were graceful and smooth. His deep eyes looked at her leaving back, wanting to explain to her, wanting to speak to her. It wasn't that he didn't want to say it, but that he didn't know where to start...

In my life, I only kill people, and I have my own reasons. As long as I don’t tell you, you will never believe me?

In addition to beating people, killing people, bloody, cruel, and terrible things, what else is left in his life? Apart from this bloody road that can never be turned back, what else is left?
Chapter completed!