Dear Mr. Shi

Si Chen put down the beer in his hand, grabbed the kitchen knife in Song Qinghuan's hand, then squeezed Song Qinghuan to the side, and sneered, saying: "Are you a woman, you can't cut a vegetable, you made it? Can you still eat food? You actually make something like this for my brother to eat, you want to poison my brother to death!"

Cheap mouth, poisonous tongue!

Song Qinghuan looked at him in astonishment, gritted her teeth, she was just a little bit weak in her sword skills, should she say nothing about her.

After exhaling a suffocating breath, Song Qinghuan was thinking, giving Si Chen a good lesson, and Si Chen's phone rang.

Without lifting his head, Si Chen immediately ordered: "Put my phone on the coffee table, go and bring it for me."

Song Qinghuan glared at him, and was about to reply, take it yourself, but he saw Si Chen's non-stop movement in his hand.

Time after time...

This kid, the dishes are really good.

Song Qinghuan thought for a while, turned around to the living room, took the phone from the coffee table and went to the kitchen.

After coming and going, the phone has stopped ringing.

Song Qinghuan took the phone and lit up the screen. He wanted Si Chen to see who was calling and whether to return the call. Suddenly, a woman jumped out of the screen. She was dressed very sexy, dangling her **** like water waves, and throwing it away. She winked and took off her clothes in no time.

Song Qinghuan's chin fell with a creak, and he couldn't close it for a long time.

"Who's calling!" Si Chen cut the dishes on the cutting board, looked back at Song Qinghuan, and picked up the phone in Song Qinghuan's hand.

The caller ID number made him chuck.

Just about to put the phone away, Si Chen's gaze shifted slyly when he saw Song Qinghuan's horrified eyes and blushing face, and then he started thinking about mischief.

"Does that picture look good just now?" Si Chenxie asked.

Song Qinghuan stared at him without saying a word, and Si Chen said again: "I have some pictures that look better. Come and show you."

As he said, he clicked on his mobile phone, and then slid open various animated pictures of hand-to-hand combat between men and women for Song Qinghuan.

Song Qinghuan was so red that her entire face could bleed, and she yelled, "Si Chen! What **** is in your grandma's head!"

Si Chen gently blocked his ears with his hands, and then lazily said: "This is the treatment medicine prescribed by the psychologist so that I can like women in the future. You should be happy, so you don't have to worry. I will I want to grab my brother from you.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, leaned over and stared at Song Qinghuan's eyes, and asked in a gentle and charming manner: "Why don't you help me~~"

As he said, he blew two ambiguous breaths in Song Qinghuan's ears.

Song Qinghuan was full of black lines and pushed him away fiercely: "Si Chen, you are sick. Haven't you been with Shi Mu? Then you will have a good time. What are your nerves?"

Speaking of Shi Mu, Si Chen's face instantly turned dark: "Whoever is with him, I tell you I don't like him at all."

He chuckled coldly, and continued ruthlessly: "I won't be with him just to irritate my brother, I don't want him to do anything because he is not stimulated.

A trace of confusion flashed across Song Qinghuan's small face, and she asked in disbelief, "Really? Then he was injured, why are you so anxious?"

Si Chenyou stared at her coldly and said in a low voice: "You care about me? I tell you I like women now. Don't believe me, believe it or not, I will do it right away!"