"Okay." Yan Yufeng stood up and walked to the dining table.
There was naturally a lot of food on the table. Yang Qi knew Yan Yufeng's breakfast habit, so she fried steak specially.
Yan Yufeng was expressionless and calm, as if everything was none of his business, and he was eating his steak calmly.
Yang Qi didn't say anything, and ate the freshly baked bread on the dining table with ease, drank milk, and thought about what to do next.
Yang Qi lowered her head and said nothing. After a while, she heard the sound of someone pulling out a chair. She raised her head and saw that Yan Yufeng had left and the steak on the plate had been finished. She smiled sweetly, feeling in her heart
A little bit of pleasure
She took the last bite of bread, put it in her mouth, and followed immediately. Yan Yufeng went upstairs and returned to her room. Xia Xiaoxi was still sleeping quietly, with no intention of opening her eyes.
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Yan Yufeng came to the bedside, lowered his head and kissed her gently. Yang Qi, who had just walked at the door, saw all this and immediately stepped back and returned to the room.
Looking at Xia Xiaoxi sleeping soundly, Yan Yufeng pulled her messy hair over her ears and hugged her lovingly. He felt empty in his heart and felt an inexplicable uneasiness. He felt that Xia Xiaoxi's current appearance was like
□□ Chairman Mao was placed in the crystal coffin in the square, smiling but showing no intention of waking up.
He was very uneasy and still called Canliang.
When Canliang arrived, he still shook his head and said that it was due to excessive fatigue that he fell into a coma.
When everyone was anxious, no one knew that she fell asleep and did not wake up because she took sleeping pills.
It is now the third day, and she is still lying down, wondering when she will wake up.
Yang Qi still planned her own plan like this, and finally she waited for this day.
After dinner, she took a shower and wrapped herself in her nightgown. When she passed by Yan Yufeng's room, she didn't find him. Xia Xiaoxi was still lying there without waking up. Yang Qi went in and pinched her cheek.
He sneered and walked downstairs.
She walked over in her furniture sandals, and Yan Yufeng was sitting on the sofa, drinking alone with a wine glass. He looked haggard, sad and lonely, and his back made people feel distressed.
Even suffocating.
Black originally represents loneliness. He was wearing a black suit, exuding a charming charm, but mixed with it was a lot of loss and sadness. It was rare to see him so lost.
In her eyes, he has always been arrogant, arrogant, arrogant, and arrogant. He always looks well-dressed, looks cold and hard to impress, is strong and quiet, but now in her eyes, he
He was the little boy who was so lost that he went to sell matches.
Yang Qi's heartstrings were touched slightly, she put away her sympathy, waved her nightgown seductively, and walked over dignifiedly and arrogantly.
She came to Yan Yufeng and sat down: "Why are you drinking here alone?" Her tone was a little worried, or maybe she was asking knowingly.
Hearing Yang Qi's voice, Yan Yufeng put down the wine bottle and raised his sad eyes to look at her. His eyes were full of melancholy, sadness and anxiety.
Obviously, he was worried about her, but she wouldn't wake up so soon, and it would be another half a week.