Then, when Ye Fengqiao complained that her nails had grown long and her flesh hurt from scratching, Yang Xiang painstakingly and time-consumingly trimmed Ye Fengqiao's nails, making them round, smooth and beautiful. Looking at Yang Xiang's unswerving expression
Ye Fengqiao looked like she didn't want to listen to her reciting a few words of persuasion back and forth, so she simply stopped thinking about cutting it off.
The nails, which had been left for a month, had been trimmed three times and were about one centimeter long. The nails that were originally beautiful were 'sharpened' into 'sharp tools' by her and looked more like 'weapons'.
What does she want to do?
Zhu Yumin looked at Ye Fengqiao with curiosity and confusion at this moment, while the latter was doing his own thing as if no one else was watching. At first, she was a little worried when she saw Ye Fengqiao picking up the knife, fearing that she would just fly the knife at Ye Zhendong on impulse.
In the past, her two hands were pressed against Ye Fengqiao's arms. As long as Ye Fengqiao had "unruly" intentions, she would immediately hug Ye Fengqiao's arms and "smother" her intentions in her "movement".
It’s just that she waited for a long time, while Ye Fengqiao was trimming her nails. It wasn’t until Ye Fengqiao stopped that her eyes had time to look at Ye Fengqiao’s left hand. She saw that she was gently stroking the left hand with her thumb.
The manicured fingertips were carefully and slowly moved. When she saw Ye Fengqiao's manicured fingertips, she was shocked. She couldn't use trimming to describe Ye Fengqiao's manicure. It should be said that she had sharpened her nails. And Ye Fengqiao had just trimmed her fingertips.
The action of rubbing your fingertips is more like testing the sharpness of your fingertips.
Zhu Yumin looked at the tips of Ye Fengqiao's fingernails that seemed to be shining with cold light, slowly closed her mouth that was slightly opened in surprise, and cast her puzzled eyes on Ye Fengqiao's face, hoping that she could give him a hint, but Ye Fengqiao
As if he didn't notice her eyes asking for answers, he continued to do his own thing as before.
Ye Fengqiao was patient, and quietly took advantage of the waiting time to trim the last thumb, and pierced the pads of the other four fingers with the sharp tip of his thumbnail.
Zhu Yumin stared directly at Ye Fengqiao's 'weapon hand'. This time she could definitely confirm that Ye Fengqiao was testing whether the sharpness of his fingertips met her requirements.
Until Ye Fengqiao lowered his hands on his knees again, Zhu Yumin looked away reluctantly. She turned her eyes to look at the brothers, secretly guessing whether Ye Fengqiao's hand with sharp nails should be scratched or scratched.
Which one or all of them?
Thinking of this, Zhu Yumin returned to her mind and looked at Ye Fengqiao. She was a little timid. Ye Fengqiao's body would not be able to support her from scratching the faces of those people. Otherwise, she would be beaten again if she couldn't catch others.
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Zhu Yumin was thinking wildly when she suddenly felt someone pat her arm. In the blink of an eye, she saw Ye Fengqiao looking at her, "What's wrong with you? What are you thinking about? Xu Yan?"
When Zhu Yumin heard her making a joke, she nudged her angrily and lowered her voice, "What are you talking about? You haven't told me your plans yet? Tell me what your plans are. I'll wait for you."
You can also help me!"
"Wait first, I will tell you when needed." Ye Fengqiao tilted his head slightly and whispered to Zhu Yumin.
Zhu Yumin wanted to ask again, but someone among the people opposite had already spoken.
It was Ye Qiaoming, the third child, who spoke, "Qiao Qiao, since you said that everyone has the right to speak, then I will tell you what I think." Ye Qiaoming's voice was as gentle as spring breeze and drizzle, but his words made people angry.
"Five thousand per person includes everyone in our family, five thousand per person."
Hearing Ye Qiaoming's words, Ye Zhendong opened his mouth wide. He looked back at his third son, who had always been silent, with a face full of disbelief. He felt unspeakable complexity and emotion in his heart.