Chapter 256: Jealousy

However, she did not take it seriously. Instead, she put her hands behind her back and watched the two people fighting. A lot of time had passed. However, she could see that Lei Qingyi was not stupid. Sometimes he would deliberately hit Yi Ling a few times. Yi Ling was tired of hitting her, and she held her wrist.

She couldn't help but mutter in her heart, how did it do it, why is it so hard, is it a wild boar, or a hairy-faced human bear gorilla.

Lei Qingyi could only smile foolishly, and he didn't dare to look around. In fact, he just took a sneak peek and found that the short-haired woman in front of him really had breasts.

It seemed that there were only some protrusions, although they were not too big, but he could be sure that this was a woman, but this woman was fierce and didn't look like a woman at all. She beat him when she saw him, and hit him on the face several times. However, who asked him to touch her there in the first place? He opened his big palm-leaf fan-like hand behind her.

His face suddenly turned red. He, that, that, was still a virgin. It was his first time touching a woman. That, that feeling.

Actually, it was still quite soft.

Lu Yi came over and sat down again. Sit down and eat, he said lightly. Yi Ling glared at Lei Qingyi again. Lei Qingyi grinned dryly, looking silly.

Yan Huan also came over and sat down. She took off her hat and put it aside, revealing a fresh face. It was a small face with delicate eyebrows and eyes. Although she didn't wear makeup, this face was really beautiful.

Lei Qingyi pointed her finger at Yan Yanhuan.

"You, you are..."

Yan Huan blinked.

"Hehe..." Lei Qingyi touched his nose again, and the result of this smile was that the muscles on his face were pulled so hard that they hurt.

"You were the one who was saved by Lu Yi last time. I also said that you look like Yan Huan, my mother's favorite. Now I feel more like her, but she is not as pretty as you."

"She is Yan Huan," Lu Yi reminded him, so that Lei Qingyi would not be out of line and say anything.

The smile on Lei Qingyi's face froze, and the corner of his eye twitched.

"Are you Yan Huan?" You are really Yan Huan, he widened his eyes and looked at Yan Huan's face carefully. It seems that you are quite similar, no, you are.

As a result, a foot came out from nowhere and stepped directly on his big foot.

"Damn it, who stepped on me?" Lei Qingyi suddenly roared like thunder, and it felt like the roof was shaken by him.

"I'll step on you," Yi Ling looked at Lei Qingyi with contempt, "Don't get so close to her as if you ate my Huan Huan, take your eyeballs back, or I'll dig them out and feed them to the cat."

Lei Qingyi quickly moved her eyes away, just like a young wife, not daring to look at her randomly

Yiling picked up the chopsticks and ate. Although there were people around her who made her hate them, it was not enough to affect her appetite.

Life goes on, eating goes on.

This is her life motto. Such delicious dishes, such an expensive table of food, she didn't eat, she just looked at it, she was stupid.

Lei Qingyi was also eating with his head down. He just picked up the chopsticks, but a pair of chopsticks moved faster than him. It turned out to be Yi Ling's. He felt guilty, and besides, she helped him so much. Anyway, as long as Yi Ling wanted to eat, he would give it to her, so he wouldn't fight with him.

Yi Ling ate happily. Of course, after the fight, she didn't hate the silly guy that much, but she still remembered the hatred of touching his breast.

Yan Huan still ate less. She just ate vegetarian dishes and didn't fight with others for anything.

"Well, Miss Yan," Lei Qingyi quickly put down his chopsticks, then touched the corner of his clothes, and then took out a notebook and a pen from the bag.

"Excuse me, can you sign for me?" My mother likes the TV series you acted in very much. She is your fan. "

"Okay, Yan Huan took the paper and pen happily. This was her first time signing for someone. It was just that she hadn't written her own name for a long time, so her hands were a little unfamiliar, but fortunately, the signature was not ugly.

She let out a sigh of relief and handed the notebook to Lei Qingyi. Lei Qingyi took it happily. The words on it were written very beautifully. His mother would definitely be very happy to see it.

He put the notebook in his computer bag like a treasure. Yiling saw all his actions and felt less disgusted with Lei Qingyi.

Well, considering that he asked her Huanhuan for an autograph and his mother was a fan of her, she hated him less. However, the hatred of touching her breasts was still the same and irreconcilable.

After finishing the meal, Yan Huan covered her face tightly and put on a pair of glasses with thin black rims. Although they both wore glasses, Lei Qingyi couldn't understand why Yan Huan looked delicate with glasses, but Fang Zhu looked like an old lady.

Could it be that this was the difference? This was the difference.

This was why people get angry when they compare themselves to others.

"By the way," Lei Qingyi had forgotten about Fang Zhu.

"How is it, did Nun Miejue contact you again?"

He then remembered that he had shown the video to Ye Shuyun, and when he came back, he accidentally lost his computer. Considering that he had been so anxious these days that his mouth was irritated, he must not let it be useless.

The Nun still hadn't given up on Lu Yi.

"Mind yourself," Lu Yi didn't want to ask this question, and his eyes fell on Yan Huan who was walking in front of him. She didn't wear much, so she looked very thin, but she was not a thin person.

This woman is quite bold.

As for Fang Zhu, she called several times, but he didn't answer them. Such an obvious rejection, I believe, the woman can understand, but sometimes he underestimates the woman's cognition of men and herself.

For example, when Lu Yi just got home, he saw the woman standing at his door, wearing an unchanged black suit.

"You're back," Fang Zhu turned around and said lightly.

"What's the matter?" Lu Yi came over and took out his key to open the door. It was just these two cold words, and then there was nothing else.

He opened the door and went in by himself, but did not invite Fang Zhu in.

Fang Zhu walked in generously.

"Lu Yi, what do you mean?"

She said this again, as if she had heard it hanging on her lips, that is, this sentence, what do you mean.

Lu Yi walked to the tea machine and made himself a cup of milk tea.

He put the milk tea on the table, and Fang Zhu's eyes were obviously filled with disdain.

"Just like this cup of milk tea," Lu Yi picked it up and took a sip.

"What you hate, I like."