Qin Xiaoxiao especially liked rice krispies. She ate them all by herself and begged Leng Yingchun to continue making them for her.

Leng Yingchun couldn't resist her urging and went to the kitchen to get busy again.

Qin Lanqing poured a glass of wine and handed it to Leng Zhengsheng. Leng Zhengsheng pushed it away and handed the wine to Leng Yinghuan, "Huan, you are not young anymore, you can try drinking."

Leng Yinghuan had wanted to taste wine for a long time, so she drank it without any courtesy, which was quite adaptable to her.

After three glasses of wine, Qin Lanqing gently put down his glass and looked around. It was so familiar that he thought it was home, and he sighed inadvertently, "Hey, I'm leaving now!"

Leng Yinghuan put down her wine glass and sat on the roof.

These days, he was ordered to do things by Qin Lanqing, as if he had returned to the scene where he lived with Feng Xizi.

Feng Xizi always asked him to do this and that, and never let him stop.

Leng Chongsheng was very calm. Partings between life and death were commonplace for him, and he had already dealt with them calmly.

In the beginning, he was also a passionate young man. When faced with the departure of his companions, he would get angry, question his master, and complain on behalf of his companions.

But the master ignored his appeal, beat him up, and threw him in a confined space for three days. Many people outside the door continued to humiliate him. He roared, dug his fingers into the wall and started to bleed, but no one cared about him.

He went through the most destructive three days. It can be said that he lost his soul at that time, and he was just a walking corpse.
Chapter completed!