Chapter 70 Kneel down

Chapter 70 Kneel down

"Ding dong."

Cui Jing opened the door and saw a hideous face, so she slammed the door shut. She was cooking porridge at home, and the seasoning was gone, so Cui Jing called a runner, but the video doorbell was nearby, so she ignored it this time.

Because she did it on purpose.

"Oh, it hurts, ma'am, I'm here to apologize." Fan Ci'en had one hand stuck in the door, the pain was so severe that she had no image at all. She squeezed in shamelessly, "Don't be angry, ma'am, I'm sorry for my previous behavior."

"roll."

"How can you forgive me?"

After Cui Jing sent Qin Sheng back, she started to cook porridge to entertain the visitors who had not arrived yet. She knew that there would be uninvited guests tonight, and Fan Ci'en endured it all night without getting angry.

This means she wants a little sweetness.

Fan Ci'en really liked her a little, and for the first time she let her go, whether it was because of "abiding the law" or because she did it herself, Cui Jing felt that the situation was not too out of control.

As for the men that Fan Ci'en had relationships with, no, that cannot be considered relationships. They were just objects that Fan Ci'en summoned and dismissed at will. These are not the point. The point is that she was willing to fight and be beaten.

Cui Jing can give her some sweetness first, and then punish her hard.

When it really came to this moment, Cui Jing saw her face and felt that her calmness was ruined.

"forgive you?"

Cui Jing looked around and picked up a plastic cat toy.

This thin and long rod has a far less lethality than that of natural air-dried bamboo strips. It is a kind of brittle, hard, raw rubber that lacks toughness. It leaves a mark on the body of the body and has a strong rebound force.

Fan Ci'en was a little surprised. That was it? Her father's bamboo sticks were much more deadly.

After being beaten up, the matter is over, right?

"Kneel down."

"Okay, kneel...what did you say?" Fan Ci'en's expression froze.

Cui Jing's retreat only popped up in her heart before it was suppressed. Her hands were tensed, her face showed no joy or anger, and her lips uttered two clear syllables.

"Kneel down."

"Are you crazy or I crazy!" Fan Cien pulled her hair and frowned. Did she hear that right? She has never knelt down to anyone in her life, not even her father, except for her ancestors and the Buddhas in the temple.

Are you kidding me?

At this moment, she looked like a wild beast that was about to attack and hurt someone. Her eyes were filled with restlessness. She walked back and forth in Cui Jing's house. Her hair was pulled loose in strands, and her emotions were like a rubber band on her head that was about to break.

Cui Jing threw the cat toy away and turned away.

"Wait." Fan Ci'en took a few steps and chased after her, grabbed her wrist, and immediately felt his hand shaking. Cui Jing suddenly broke free.

"open."

Fan Ci'en took a step forward, and she took a step back until her back leaned against the wall and had no choice but to retreat.

"Let me go."

Hearing that her tone was wrong, Fan Ci'en pinched her chin and saw that she still had a cold face, with her eyelashes casting long shadows on her face.

"That expression again."

Cold face, cold face, can you fucking smile at me?

Her cold face is really beautiful.

Fan Ci'en was really familiar with the expression of this face at this moment, and looked at the photos day and night. She looked at them in a coquettish manner when she was vivid, and she was solemn and unable to get close to her without emotion, like a Bodhisattva lowering her eyebrows.

But Fan Ci'en couldn't have any respect, and his mind was full of how to defile this cold-faced Bodhisattva carved with gold and jade.

Fan Ci'en knew how slender her calves were, with protruding kneecaps. When her knees were pressed up, the bones on the inside could cause a slight pain in her arms, but her thighs were voluptuous and full.

The fire in Fan Ci'en's heart was boiling.

"Can't you change it?" She moved her gaze to Cui Jing's eyes, which were looking down as if she was avoiding him. There was a hint of red in them, as if there was some fatigue. There were already hidden cracks in the defensive shell.

Fan Ci'en was slightly stunned.

My heart was so soft that I wanted to kiss her, but she would definitely struggle to refuse again.

Just at this moment, Cui Jing said softly, "No."

"Tsk." Fan Ci'en let go of his hand.

Cui Jing rubbed her wrist, lowered her head and watched the pair of dust-free Oxford shoes in her sight leave, leaving behind a porcelain-white ground with shallow shoe prints.

——You really don’t know the rules. You don’t take off your shoes before entering the house.

The Oxford shoes came into her sight again, and Cui Jing lowered her head and smiled faintly.

Fan Ci'en didn't pay attention to these things, and was upset to stuff the cat-knit stick she picked up in her hand, and simply knelt down, "Would you listen to you? That matter was written off?"

If she doesn't turn the page, she'll lose her patience.

Cui Jing did not answer whether it was good or bad, but picked up another "mistake" that Fan Ci'en didn't care about at all.

"Don't you know to take off your shoes when entering the house?"

Take off your shoes? Who can pay attention to such a small matter? If this could be a mistake, then how many "errors" should be there? Fan Ci'en has diverged to what else he did when he entered the door, and he thrust the cat stick hard.

"hiss!"

Shoulders, waist, caressing legs, rubbing over head and neck.

After a while, Cui Jing was not soft at all, her knuckles turned white, and the recoil force made her palms red.

You brought this upon yourself.

The cat toy suddenly broke and bounced on the ground with a sudden bang. Cui Jing calmed herself down and smashed the half of the cat toy in her hand, along with the feather on the top, into Fan Ci'en's face. Fan Ci'en closed his eyes in shock.

No response?

Cui Jing's eyes turned slowly, but her footsteps were anxious and messy, and the wind was blowing as she walked.

Fan Ci'en covered her single eye and saw the swaying of the woman's tweed coat with the rest of her eyes.

The sound of slippers tapping, the sound went to the kitchen, and the sound of a knife falling to the ground.

Ugh, my eyes hurt.

Fan Ci'en covered her eyes even tighter. Just when she was thinking that she might stab herself with a knife, she saw Cui Jing coming out with a broom. When the broom hit her, Fan Ci'en felt hopeless and thought that it would be better to be stabbed with a knife.

Brooms are gross.

She was a little annoyed.

Fan Ci'en felt that his patience was about to run out. If he didn't...

After venting her anger, Cui Jing threw the broom on the ground, took a step forward and cupped Fan Ci'en's face, making her look up at her while she knelt. She dug her nails into her cheek and said, "Do you know how much I hate you? I'd better die so that I can feel better. No one has ever treated me like this before."

"Why don't you just die, Fan Ci'en."

Her deliberate physical contact extinguished the anger in Fan Ci'en's heart.

do not.

Don't call her name like that.

Fan Ci'en's throat rolled slightly, "Can I do it with you once before I die?"

Cui Jing let go of her face.

Her eyes moved to the small wooden chair next to the dining table. She looked in that direction for a long time.

Fan Ci'en had a bad feeling.

Cui Jing wanted to let her know what she was looking at and what she was doing, and step on her bottom line little by little. First, she asked her to kneel down tentatively, and then the sound of a knife in the kitchen indicated that she might take a sharp weapon. When Cui Jing went out, she saw her kneeling without moving. At this moment, Cui Jing knew that she could be more indulgent.

Just like the slap she gave the protagonist without hesitation the first time she met him.

Having watched long enough, Cui Jing quickly walked over and dragged up the wooden chair.

"boom--"

The chair fell on Fan Ci'en. She raised her hand to block her face, and her body fell down with the force, blood spreading from the ground.

Cui Jing's world is peaceful.

Fan Ci'en's world was also calm. She seemed to hear the clock hanging in the living room "dao" walking around. The boiling white porridge in the pot pushed the enamel pot lid, and the bubbles exploded and made a purr.

Amid the white noise, a female voice floated like a wisp of soul, "What did I do?"

A warm body lay on top of her, and Fan Ci'en felt herself gently shaken a few times by the movement.

"Are you okay, Fan Ci'en?"

"Fan Ci'en."

"Fan Ci'en."

"Are you dead?"

Cui Jing leaned over to look at Fan Ci'en's face. The blow just now hit her shoulder and head. Blood gushed out from her temple and covered her hair. Cui Jing's movements were panic, her voice trembled slightly, and her eyes were empty of emotion as she saw the colorful silhouettes on the ground.

The aroma of porridge filled the room, and the starch granules broke and hydrolyzed. This pot of porridge had been cooked for a long time.

A weak voice sounded.

"Still alive, I won't die for now."

Fan Ci'en opened her eyes and said, "You should be thankful that I'm still alive. If I died, you would go to jail, ma'am. Don't be angry now, I'm already like this."

"Can you give me a bowl of porridge?" Fan Ci'en asked again.

There was a knock on the door and Cui Jing opened it to retrieve the information.

……

A bowl of clear and watery white porridge was placed on the table.

There is a layer of semi-solidified film floating above, and the rice grains sink to the bottom. It smells very light and fragrant, and tastes bland and warm.

Fan Ci'en tasted it again, and for the first time, she felt like home.

Can't you be my wife?

Get a divorce quickly.