Don't run away

Chapter 701 Gold medal little chef 12
With a cold snort, he took the bucket and got out the water in the tub one by one.

He went to the kitchen again and boiled a pot of water for himself.

It wasn't until her own tub was full that she lit the charcoal again and closed the door again.

snort!
At this moment, Fang Ruofei smiled coldly as she looked at Yin Qingyu who was curled up on the bed.

After she took a bath, she sat there wringing her hair, and at this moment, she couldn't help but miss the days when she had maids to serve her.

When I think of this, I can't help but feel resentful again because of Yin Qingyu, and blame her for refusing to move to Ouyang Mansion, otherwise she wouldn't be living like this.

Wait, she can get sick on purpose, and then... have no money at all, Yin Qingyu can't just watch herself suffer like that!
Thinking of this, her eyes suddenly lit up.

She really wanted to live in Ouyang Mansion, and she missed Ouyang Ye so much.

Thinking of this good idea, Fang Ruofei opened the door and walked out without any clothes on.

Wearing a thin underwear, her hair is not completely dry, and she just took a shower, her pores are all open.

Standing outside at this time, the cold wind is blowing in the twelfth lunar month.

It was so cold that Fang Ruofei's teeth chattered from the cold within a short while.

Crackling.

She hugged her body with her hands, it was really too cold, at this moment, she really wanted to go back to the warm room, and wanted to sleep with the fragrant and soft quilt.

But when he thought of his own purpose, Yin Qingyu's heart became more ruthless.

A person who is so ruthless to himself, what else can he not succeed in?

Yin Qingyu slept under the warm quilt, looking at the silhouette in front of the door, that figure was trembling slightly.

"Ha ha--"

Yin Qingyu sneered abruptly, this kind of person is really hardworking.

However, she was sick...just sick.

At that time, she will regret it!

Yin Qingyu hugged the quilt, turned over, and continued to sleep.

"Ah-oh-oh-"

Fang Ruofei was outside, one sneezed, another sneezed.

Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore and started to walk into the house.

It was really too cold, and the hair that was not dry before was already slightly frozen and very hard.

Fang Ruofei sat there, wrapped the quilt on the bed around her body, picked up another cup of hot water, and took a few sips.

After taking a sip, he spit out a mouthful of mist.

Although her body was subjected to these, she didn't feel any discomfort at all.

She was trembling all the time, even though she was already in a warm room and wrapped in a quilt.

After just sitting there for a while, she walked to the bed and fell asleep outside, wrapped in a quilt, her eyes fixed on the dying candle.

There was a firm light in his eyes.

At dawn, Yin Qingyu got up, put on her clothes, and saw that Fang Ruofei, who was still asleep, was blushing. It was obvious...she had a fever.

It's self-inflicted, it deserves it, and I want to set myself a trap.

But this kind of holding her own body is too cruel, or is she thinking too much of herself?

Thinking that she is in my mind, how important is that person, can you stop being so self-important!
(End of this chapter)