Qian Yidie's eyes trembled, looking at him, not knowing what he was looking for.

Qian Chiye's eyes fell on the bed, there was obviously no one on the bed, but the quilt was bulging high, he immediately walked over and reached out to lift the quilt, saw the pillow covered in the quilt, and sneered.

Qian Yidie hurriedly explained in a low voice: "...... It was given to me by Xiaoyi. ”

"Do you think I don't know?"

Qian Chiye's smile gradually became hideous, "Who is the man in your comics?" ”

Qian Yidie swallowed her saliva, too frightened by his gaze to speak.

"Huh?"

Qian Chiye asked coldly, and said as he walked towards the desk, "Why are you so cheap?"

Want to hold this pillow and fantasize about something?

Well? ”

watched him take a pair of scissors from the pen holder on the desk, and without saying a word, he stabbed the scissors into the pillow and cut the pillow indiscriminately.

Until the figure printed on the pillow is unrecognizable.

The white padded fleece inside the pillow was scattered all over the house.

He didn't seem discouraged, took the scissors and walked to the closet again, opened the other closet door, and took out the clothes hanging from her one by one.

He bought it for her, and he threw it directly to the ground, and cut everything he didn't know the origin of.

Qian Yidie looked at the clothes and rags scattered all over the place, and looked at the man who lost his mind like a demon with scissors, she didn't dare to make a sound, let alone approach.

She was afraid of annoying him and that the scissors would fall on her...... "Which one did he buy for you?

Well? ”

"I don't know if I thought I was going to meet him secretly, did I?

Do you dare to take the things he sent home?

Qian Yidie, you have grown guts. ”

After he finished muttering to himself, he suddenly turned around and yelled at her: "Take out the things!" ”

Qian Yidie was frightened by his voice, seeing that he was holding the scissors tightly in his hand and looking at her with a hideous expression, she trembled her hands, bent down and pulled the drawer behind her open, and trembled and took out the paper bag containing the skirt from it.

Qian Chiye sneered, reached out and grabbed the bag in her hand, threw the scissors in her hand on the bed, poured out the skirt in the bag, and then tore the paper bag in half and threw it on the ground.

He lifted his skirt and looked at it and said, "You still want to hide it and secretly make a souvenir, don't you?" ”

He smiled when he spoke, and his tone was not heavy, but it made Qian Yidie frightened.

"You'll hide it because you know I'm going to be angry when I find out, right?"

He smiled and pretended to pause, took two steps closer to Qian Yidie with his skirt in his hand, and then said: "You still dare to accept the gift he gave you knowing that I will be angry, are you still lucky to think that I will not find out and be safe?" ”

"Huh?"

He looked at her with her head down and couldn't help shaking, and commanded in a low voice: "Speak." ”

Her voice trembled, and only three words came out of her mouth: "...... I'm sorry. ”

Those three words came out of her mouth, but there was no smell of apology.

For Qian Yidie, these three words are just a palliative when he gets angry and loses his mind.

She had tried to explain and reason with him before when he was angry, thinking that he should not interfere in her life like that.

In exchange for his intensified discipline and verbal torture.

So later, she didn't dare to say anything when he was out of control, only knowing that "I'm sorry" would make him feel a little less angry.

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Qian Chiye really didn't continue to sneer, but he didn't give up either.

He reached out and gently tore off the bandage wrapped around Qian Yidie's neck, stuffed the skirt in his hand into her hand, and ordered, "Change it." ”

Qian Yidie looked at him stunned and did not move.

Qian Chiye didn't have the patience to wait, ignoring Qian Yidie's injured hand, he reached out and took off the sweater and undershirt on her body.

The pain in her hand made Qian Yidie frown uncomfortably, and subconsciously raised her hand to block her chest.

And Qian Chiye pulled her hand away, put the skirt off her head, and dragged her hand into the sleeve, which can be said to be wearing the skirt on her body with brute force.

Zip her up and push her to the full-length mirror on the side of the closet.

He stood behind her and looked at her in the mirror, smiled darkly, and asked her, "Is it good-looking?"

Like it or not? ”

Qian Yidie swallowed her saliva in fear, didn't dare to move or speak, and looked at him in the mirror with a panicked expression, not knowing what he was going to do next.

Like a stylist, he looked at the works he dressed up with satisfaction, and reached out to comb Qian Yidie's long hair, his movements seemed to be extremely gentle, but Qian Yidie did not dare to relax for a moment.

"Ask if you like it."

After asking, he replied to himself: "Your dear second uncle gave it to you, you must like it very much, right?" ”

"You want to hide secretly, wear yourself like this when I'm not at home, and fantasize about him being around, right?"

Qian Yidie subconsciously shook her head slightly, watching him pick up the scissors he had just dropped from the bed and return to her again.

He bent down to lift the dark green skirt that hung down at her ankles, and without saying a word, dropped the scissors.

Cut the skirt in half with a knife.

When it landed on her upper body, the cold scissors fell on the skin of her back, and Qian Yidie stiffened and got goosebumps all over her body.

I could feel that the sharp scissors tips pierced the skin on her back under his rude cutting movements, a little painful, she bit her lip and cried aggrievedly, but she didn't dare to say a word.

The skirt was cut from the end to the end and completely shattered.

"Bang-" The scissors were thrown on the ground, and as if they were dirty, he took out a tissue and wiped his hands, and left as if nothing had happened.

Looking at the mess in the room, Qian Yidie took a deep breath and forced back her tears, but her birthday was like this.

Sometimes she didn't know what she had done wrong in exchange for such inhuman treatment from him, and he told her that this was her life.

Don't wipe the blood on his back with a tissue, but fortunately, the wound is not deep, and the bleeding quickly stopped.

He changed into his pajamas, bent down and hung the clothes that were still intact on the floor back to the closet one by one, and then stuffed all the torn clothes into the waste cardboard box.

It seems that he has become accustomed to sorting out the mess after his anger.

Qian Chiye stood in the living room, looking at the cake that had been prepared for her in the dining room.

I was depressed.

I obviously wanted to give her a good birthday, but I still messed up.

Turning her head to look at the tomatoes she had chopped on the cutting board, she was supposed to be ready to make her own dinner.

She is not a good cook, and she can cook some dishes that are too simple to fill her stomach.

Even birthdays are no exception.

He had thought about coming back tonight to cook a good meal for her, but he was in no mood at the moment.

Picked up the cake on the table, threw it directly into the trash can in the corridor, went back to the house, picked up the coat and changed shoes, and went out with the car keys.