Chapter 126： (1/2)

He returned after releasing the worm, and deliberately clenched his left hand into a fist, hiding behind him, pretending to be hiding something in his palm. When he came to He An, while he relaxed his vigilance, he suddenly put his hands under his eyelids, and the gesture was about to open.

"Ahhhh!"

Snapped!

Omega was terrified, screamed loudly, and raised his hand to slap him.

Zheng Feiyu covered his face, a bit offended: "I ... I'm kidding."

He slowly released his palm as he said, there was nothing in it. He An was frightened, and stared at him for a short while, his face turning red and white, and Leng Buding's backhand giving another slap, especially crisp.

Zheng Feiyu's face swelled all morning.

That day and night, He An looked at him with hate.

When he went to stay at noon the next day, Zheng Feiyu was ready to kneel—he didn't even want to understand what he had eaten yesterday, but he dared to make fun of it. If He Anyu's grievances don't go away and he is not allowed to stay, his half-year's efforts will be buried in this insignificant joke.

Fortunately, He An ignores his suspicions, bites his lip, and frowns, but still gives him a day.

Zheng Feiyu thus had a strong sense of crisis. For fear that He An would be in a bad mood one day, he moved out the old account to double it, so that the stability day could not be long-term, so he made an unprecedented proposal to handle the check-in procedures in the second half of the year at once.

He An glanced through his thoughts at one glance: "What you said is only one day at a time, for fear that giving too much will affect your self-discipline."

Zheng Feiyu planted himself in the pit he dug, and he was in pain: "I think, I ... have been very self-disciplined."

"Really?" He An's voice was cold, "including scaring me with bugs?"

Zheng Feiyu immediately bowed his head: "I was wrong."

"Well."

He An stretched out his hand and returned Zheng Feiyan's credentials. His chin was slightly raised, and it was indisputable.

As an onlooker, Cheng Xiu laughed back and forth on the sofa in the living room. Sixty-six on his legs devoted to licking hair were affected, and even belly fat was shaking.

Zheng Feiyu returned without a response, and returned to the Redberry West Point House quite suddenly.