Back to the 80s to Raise a Wolfy Boyfriend

This cognition has been discovered since the first day she was brought into this house.

She guessed that Qiu Qianghai must really like a girl, otherwise he wouldn't have worked so hard.

Song Yinyin thought, it would be great if the girl liked by the other party was her.

Then she can have whatever she wants.

However, from the time they met to now, Mr. Qiu didn't even let her touch a piece of his clothes.

Song Yinyin withdrew her gaze, continued to stare at the notes in her hand, squeezed her throat and read uncomfortably: "Is there no clothes? I am in the same robe with you. Master Wang Yuxing, repair my spear, and share the same hatred with you!"

How can I say that I have no clothes, and I share the same water with my son—”

In the late night sky, the stars are twinkling in the sky, which is very attractive.

The whole neighborhood fell silent.

Song Yinyin's voice became hoarse when she read the poems.

After reading it for countless times, she finally couldn't hold back and stopped. Looking up at the man sitting on the sofa who didn't know when to close his eyes and meditate, she breathed a sigh of relief.

After waiting for a while, she didn't hear the other party's urging voice, she stood up cautiously, her legs were a little numb, and she couldn't even stand firmly.

Song Yinyin raised her head again, Qiu Qianghai, who was sitting on the sofa, seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, and there was a hint of joy in her heart.

After a while, when her legs were no longer numb, she lifted her feet and walked towards the kitchen.

Her throat was about to burst into flames, and now she urgently needed a glass of water to relieve it.

When Song Yinyin walked towards the kitchen, she didn't see the man sitting on the sofa, opening a pair of sober and rational eyes.

From the beginning to the end, Qiu Qianghai did not fall asleep.

Looking at Song Yinyin's leaving back, there was no fluctuation in his eyes, and there was infinite fatigue in his eyes.

Qiu Qianghai reached out to pick up the cigarette on the table, took out one and lit it.

Inhaling the smoke deeply into his lungs, and then exhaling the smoke, his handsome face was covered by the lingering green smoke, giving people a bewildering look.

After Song Yinyin drank a glass of water in the kitchen, when she came out again, she saw the man sitting on the sofa smoking a cloud.

Sadness spread all over the opponent's body, showing his decadent state.

As if aware of her existence, Qiu Qianghai glanced at her lightly.

With just one look, the latter immediately raised his feet and walked quickly.

Without Qiu Qianghai opening his mouth, Song Yinyin knelt down at the table again and continued reading the previous poem.

Until almost dawn, Song Yinyin never slack off.

The sky outside the window is gradually dawning, the earth is still in a hazy state, and the sky is about to dawn.

Qiu Qianghai snuffed it out. I don't know how many cigarettes he smoked tonight.

He interrupted Song Yinyin's hoarse voice from reading the poem: "No need to read."

Song Yinyin, who was kneeling in front of the table, breathed a sigh of relief.

She collapsed directly on the ground, feeling that the torture was finally over.

Qiu Qianghai glanced out of the window, a smear of white floated in the east, and the hazy light was about to cover the whole land.

He got up, picked up the coat on the sofa, and walked towards the door.

Song Yinyin watched him leave with a look of relief in her eyes.

However, halfway through the footsteps of the other party, he suddenly stopped.

Song Yinyin's heart, which had fallen slightly to the ground, suddenly lifted up again.

Qiu Qianghai turned around and looked back at the woman kneeling at the table with cold eyes.

He asked aloud, "Can you cook?"

"Yes!" Song Yinyin answered quickly as if facing a teacher.

She was afraid that the other party would come up with something else, other means of torturing her.

Cooking is really a piece of cake for her.

Qiu Qianghai turned around, and went back to the sofa steadily again, throwing the suit jacket aside casually.