Yuchi Qiming found that he could not refute because Song Chengyi's words made sense. Who made him not have a telepathic wife? I don't know if he would have such a magical function after he and Xiaochan got married for a while after he had been together for a while?

I've been out for many days and I miss her a little. At this time, she should get off work, right?

This feeling must be what Song Chengyi said, "I like it, I care?"

"Why are you laughing at?" Song Chengyi asked.

Yuchi Qiming, whose thoughts were floating away, came back to his senses: "It's nothing, I just thought that today's action must go smoothly, just take them all in one fell swoop."

Song Chengyi smiled: "Do you think of Wen Chanjuan?"

Yuchi Qiming said, could it be that Song Chengyi had telepathy with him?

Seeing his expression rare, Song Chengyi smiled: "Don't be surprised. Every time I think of your sister, it's the expression on your face, so you don't have to feel embarrassed!"

"I..." Yuchi Qiming wanted to say something, but he felt that there was nothing to explain. It was normal to think of his fiancée. He was working, so I won't tell him anymore. Song Chengyi is getting more and more naughty. Fortunately, when I met him, I thought this person was very steady. It turns out that being steady is also the score for whom!

It was still eight o'clock in the evening when the meal was started. The sky was dark. The mountain was pitch black, with only dim kerosene lamps, which flickered with the wind in the forest.

For dinner, there were still mixed grain steamed buns that were too thick to be thick, plus a bowl of potato soup without any oil. Moreover, the steamed buns were full, and there were only two of them per person.

Yuchi Qiming handed one of the two steamed buns he had assigned to Song Chengyi. Song Chengyi hesitated for a moment, took it, and started to chew it in big mouths.

If you take action at night, you may have to follow the car and climb the car. If you don’t have some energy, you can’t keep up. Therefore, he must eat this steamed bun.

The flea saw it, walked over and sat down beside Yuchi Qiming: "He Mu, why did you give him steamed buns?"

Yuchi Qiming really doesn’t know how to answer. Is this flea observing ability a little too wide?

Song Chengyi didn't say anything, lowered his head and chewed the wok. Ningning said that being a fool is to ignore all the people and things around him, and only himself is in his eyes.

Yuchi Qiming thought about it quickly and said two words: "He is hungry!"

The flea nodded: "Yes, people with some mental problems can eat them very much."

Then he pointed to a person in the corner and said, "Look, he has some brain problems. When he first came, he would rob him as soon as he brought the food. He would eat it voraciously. The foreman and the others used to whip it. It was because he was really afraid of being beaten later, so he became honest."

Yuchi Qiming and Song Chengyi both looked in the direction pointed by the flea. In the corner, a man in ragged clothes and disheveled face was holding a steamed bun and eating carefully, trying to make himself shrink into a ball, for fear that he would be beaten again if he accidentally!

Both of them were angry, with no conscience, the foreman who helped the evil, for their own interests, how many families were destroyed and their families were heartbroken?

Several people here have some intellectual disabilities. They are already pitiful than normal people, but these bad people still have to squeeze them like this.
Chapter completed!