After the wind stopped and the rain stopped, I don't know how long it took, Qin Wuyan finally dressed neatly and opened the door of the side room, but he didn't expect that Min Huizhu hadn't left yet.

Qin Wuyan frowned, seeing that Min Huizhu was reading with gusto in his book, his anger was slowly rising, he walked over, grabbed the book in Min Huizhu's hand, and turned his eyes coldly: "What are you doing?" Still here? This is my bedroom."

Min Huizhu's good mood was instantly destroyed by Qin Wuyan: "Qin Wuyan, don't forget that everything you have here is given by our Min family."

"It's as if it was given to me by the Min family." Qin Wuyan was not moved at all, there was no humility in his words, but he was confident, and he still spoke in that half-sarcasm and half-arrogant tone: "Holy Girl, don't forget that the relationship between me, the Min family and you is just a transaction.

What you Min family gave me, you will definitely take away from me in the future.

It's like the relationship between me and the saint, you deal with the relationship between me and your father for me, and I sold my body to you.

That's all! "

I don't know which sentence stepped on Min Huizhu's sore spot, she suddenly became furious: "Qin Wuyan, you... you actually miss me so much..."

She thought that a man like him, even though he had Zhuang Xiaoyu in his heart, would have some other feelings for a perfect woman like her.

But Min Huizhu never expected that in Qin Wuyan's heart, such a perfect woman like her would be no different from the kind of dude who went to the fireworks display.

Even, because of her status as a woman, she added a layer of debauchery.

Qin Wuyan was too lazy to argue with her. When he hated someone, saying one more word seemed like torture.

He opened the window, fresh air rushed in, and the remaining water droplets slid down the window lattice, dripping on Qin Wuyan's new shoes.

Those were the new shoes Zhuang Xiaoyu gave him last night.

The fabric is excellent, but the stitching is too rough.

Qin Wuyan lowered his eyes and saw that the uppers of the shoes were wet. His pretty brows frowned fiercely. He quickly took a few steps back, took off the new pair of shoes, replaced them with a pair of old shoes, and put the new pair of shoes on. Holding the shoes in his hands, he gently wiped the uppers with a handkerchief like pearls and treasures.

Min Huizhu originally thought that Qin Wuyan would have a big fight with her, but she didn't expect that Qin Wuyan didn't plan to talk to her at all, and she couldn't find a place to vent her anger.

When she saw that Qin Wuyan treated a new pair of shoes more tenderly than herself, Min Huizhu's mentality collapsed completely: "It's just a pair of shoes, but it's worth your precious money. Could it be that our Min Mansion lacks your food and clothing. "

Qin Wuyan still didn't say a word, made a charcoal basin, and put the shoes on the fire to bake.

Min Huizhu stood up abruptly, and walked to Qin Wuyan's side, "Qin Wuyan, I'm talking to you, what's your attitude?"

The way he ignored her, on the contrary, she seemed to be making trouble for no reason.

Min Huizhu was about to grab the shoes in his hand and throw them out of the window, when her eyes fell on the crooked stitches of the cloth shoes, her fingers suddenly froze.

The fabric is excellent, but the stitching is a bit ugly.

Min Huizhu is so smart, she raised her eyes and glanced at Qin Wuyan: "Did Zhuang Xiaoyu make these shoes for you?"

Qin Wuyan just put away the dried shoes and put them on again.

Min Huizhu felt pain in her heart, couldn't bear it anymore, turned around and rushed to the door...