Fast time travel: the abuse of scum

Chapter 218 The King of the Nightclub 26
"If you want to stay, stay."

After Wen Chun finished speaking, he got off the sofa and limped away with bare feet.

Wen Chun's speed was not slow, but after all, his foot was injured and he was still not particularly fast.

However, Chen Qingfeng's legs were long and his frequency was fast, so he came from behind and stood in front of Wen Chun.

Wen Chun was stopped.

Chen Qingfeng frowned and looked at Wen Chun's bare feet on the floor: "What are you going to do?"

I don't know if it's cold on the ground, what to do if you get sick.

I thought so, but Chen Qingfeng didn't say it.

Wen Chun looked at Chen Qingfeng calmly, with a calm and indifferent face, as if he was looking at a stranger.

Chen Qingfeng didn't like this look very much, as if he was an outsider.

"I really don't understand." Wen Chun lowered his head, then raised his head with a helpless smile, his eyebrows were wrinkled, and his nose was a little red.

"I don't understand, what do you mean by staying..."

Wen Chun looked at Chen Qingfeng, and laughed mockingly: "What's the point of you staying?"

"I..." Chen Qingfeng opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Wen Chun didn't give the other party time to think, because the ground was really cold...

It's autumn now, and it's quite hot before night, but when night comes, it's really chilly.

And more importantly, the foot I sprained today really hurts...

"However, if you want to stay, you can stay," Wen Chun limped around Chen Qingfeng, leaving only one sentence in the air, "You can..."

Chen Qingfeng turned around and watched Wen Chun limping upstairs.

The white feet are in contact with the black wooden floor, which is both fragile and shockingly beautiful...

Chen Qingfeng didn't know how long he had been in a daze here.

When he reacted, the lights outside the window were already brightly lit.

He pursed his lips, his jaw tensed into a cold curve.

"Ugh……"

Ruouowu sighs came out, as if echoing throughout the empty first floor.

Chen Qingfeng returned to the sofa and lay down.

Two long legs crossed and lifted onto the table in front of him.

He didn't even know what he wanted to do.

It feels like everything is wrong.

In fact, he had already planned it.

He planned to be with Lu Xinyue.

I originally planned to take Lu Xinyue to meet her parents today.

This was decided many days ago.

But when he drove home today, he didn't know why he had to take a detour to Zheng Wenchun's house...

Finally came the present situation.

Don't say that the other party didn't understand why he stayed...

He himself doesn't know...

But he just doesn't want to go...

What can he do, he is also desperate.

Originally planned to be Lu Xinyue.

But another night like this happened.

He's really wobbly right now...

He doesn't know what to do...

But even so, he still wanted to follow his heart.

Now he just doesn't want to leave, what's the matter!

Chen Qingfeng leaned back, leaning most of his body on the sofa behind him.

Then he stretched out his hand and scratched his hair irritably, and finally fell down on the sofa completely powerlessly, covering his face with one hand.

There was a wailing in his mouth: "What is this called! You are playing with me, God!"

Early the next morning, Wen Chun opened her eyes, washed and tidied up.

Go downstairs a little bit.

I saw a scene of excitement.

"What are you doing?" Wen Chun held onto the stairs with a dazed look on his face.

Who can tell her who the very homely man with his shirt sleeves rolled up and his hair hanging down in front of her is...

Chen Qingfeng was bending over, laying out the breakfast on the table.

After hearing the movement, he turned his head to look, and smiled at Wen Chun: "Have you washed your hands? Come down and eat after washing."

"If you don't feel well today, don't go to the company."

Chen Qingfeng murmured, walked towards Wen Chun, and carefully helped Wen Chun to the table.

"It's been so long since you went to university abroad that you don't know if your taste has changed. I still make it for you according to your high school taste. Try it..."

Wen Chun sat on the chair, holding the chopsticks stuffed into Chen Qingfeng's hands.

"Try it, it's still Aunt Li's handicraft. I remember you liked it very much before..." Chen Qingfeng urged Wen Chun not to speak.

"You still remember..." Wen Chun murmured in a low voice.

"What did you say?" Chen Qingfeng didn't hear clearly.

"It's nothing." Wen Chun put down the chopsticks in his hand, raised his head and smiled at Chen Qingfeng, "I don't like it anymore, I don't like it a long time ago."

"Ah..." Chen Qingfeng was stunned, and then forced a smile, "It doesn't matter if you don't like it, what do you like, I'll buy it for you now."

"No need." Wen Chun waved his hand and refused.

"I know you are blaming me." Chen Qingfeng took a deep breath, and then scratched his hair a little irritably, "I don't know what to do now."

Chen Qingfeng looked at Wen Chun, his Adam's apple slipped, and begged: "So, yes, give me a little more time..."

Wen Chun smiled, starting from the eyebrows to stretch a little bit, the corners of the mouth were raised, and the eyes were also curved.

Gives a very comfortable feeling.

When Chen Qingfeng saw Wen Chun's smile, he had an optimistic guess.

At this moment, the doorbell rang suddenly.

Wen Chun got up, picked up her bag, and put on her shoes.

go to the door.

Chen Qingfeng followed behind.

"Wen Chun..." Chen Qingfeng said.

Then he saw the other party turn around and smile at him.

"Then wait until you think about it and show up in front of me." Wen Chun said, paused and then said, "By the way, take your breakfast away. Thank you."

Wen Chun opened the door, and there was Zhang Yingying outside.

He reached out and handed the bag to Zhang Yingying, then got into the car with Zhang Yingying's help and left.

Wen Chun sent a message to Zhang Yingying last night.

"Boss, there is breakfast in the back seat." Zhang Yingying glanced at the rearview mirror.

"Yeah." Wen Chun nodded, and began to stuff it into his mouth.

Well, it's moderately salty and fresh, which suits her taste.Chicken legs should be added to Zhang Yingying.

Chen Qingfeng, who stayed where he was, was not in a good mood.

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

A little bit of air that emptied his lungs.

There is a sense of emptiness all over.

My heart felt empty, as if it had been hollowed out.

It's a little uncomfortable, but it's uncomfortable and true.

He was silent for a while.

Then he turned around silently and began to clean up the breakfast that had just been set.

What he didn't say was that he actually brought breakfast early.

Because he was afraid that the other party would get up early, he didn't have breakfast.

But in fact, the other party didn't get up early.

He kept warming it over and over again, fearing that the breakfast would not be fresh if it was too hot.

I'm afraid that the breakfast will be cold again...

　What do you guys think of my writing... in self-doubt...

　　But this one I will get to 100 million...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)