MTL - Quick Transmigration: I’m Almost Dead-Chapter 11 Big man (11)

When Chen looked at the film, he saw that he would get to the computer and study the expression of the party that he ate. He said it was a lollipop. It was really a sugar sputum. It was swallowing and intoxicating. Is it so delicious?

Although curious, Chen felt that he could ask others to eat and not eat others.

But...

Chen and his lips, if it is his favorite strawberry milk flavor, then say another.

Obviously, Qin Feng only has a body odor and is definitely not edible.

How to do? Chen and his fingers, have to find an excuse to eat sugar.

When the eyes flashed, he thought of something, grinning and brewing emotions.

"Second Lord, I have a mouth ulcer."

The last sound of Chen went out from the tip of his tongue, and he saw that the big bird trembled and stunned his head.

How big is the sky, how big is the shadow area in Qin Feng’s heart.

"Second Lord, then I will..." I dare not look at each other's face. Chen is afraid that he can't hold back. He laughs and cries on the spot. He points to the door. "Go back first, good night."

no respond.

Chen went to the door again, step by step, three steps and four steps, unconsciously sang soon, and heard the sound behind the door, "Leave."

Back to Qin Feng, Chen made a face, hehehehe is afraid that you will not stay.

After a while, he was lying on the bed, big and soft, and his **** got stuck.

Rich people really know how to enjoy.

Chen was scorned and licked his pillow, so comfortable.

He yawns, his eyes are down, so sleepy, sleep.

There is a sound in the head, "Isn't it afraid of thunder? Is there still a mind to sleep?"

"..."

Chen secretly licked his eyelids at the angle that Qin Feng could not see, smeared his mouth, scratched itching, and woke up.

He picked it up and he was afraid.

"Second Lord, I am usually afraid of thunder and rain. Now that you are there, I have a sense of security and I am not afraid."

Not to explore the true and false, Qin Feng relied on the bed to read books. In the past, such rainy nights, he was doing one thing, waiting for the rain to stop.

It's a little different tonight.

In the darkness, an unidentified creature came in, full of lies, screaming, very noisy, but he was inexplicably eaten, and the taste was very good.

As a result, there will be more unexpected situations later.

On such a night, the body has been satisfied and vented, and the soul is screaming, unstoppable, saying that it is lonely.

The moment the small gap in the soul opened, the unknown creature ran in.

Unprepared.

Qin Feng half-squinted, "Little liar, take your dirty claws away."

Chen Youzhen, the nails were smashed by his cockroaches. There are still two cockroaches on the two fingers. The guests are hot with cigarette butts, dirty and ugly. They are named as the hand of God by Qiao Mingyue. The root finger is no match.

His sigh of anxiety, replaced him, will also lick himself, holding Joe Mingyue.

Chen turned over and squatted, used to take the **** and look at the top quilt. He and Qiao Mingyue, there was more than one Xiahong, what to play with people?

For the task, he can't afford this face.

Hey, Chen’s **** was beaten. He took the hen’s head out of the quilt and the black man asked the face.

Qin Feng is hard, he said not salty or not, "Is itchy?"

Chen is red and red, old ghost.

The rain outside is small, and the noise is ringing. Like two strange men and women who are warming each other, the rude and barbaric passion has passed, and it has become lingering and will not stop for a while.

Qin Feng has been reading a book. I don't know how long it took. His eyes dried up. When he was tired, he found that the person next to him was still holding his eyes and squatting on the ceiling.

"Why not sleep?"

Chen blinked. "If you don't sleep, I won't sleep." In fact, it is already difficult to become mentally retarded.

He did not trace his tongue and lifted his tongue. "I will accompany my grandfather."

Qin Feng said, "Open your mouth."

Chen is licking his mouth, "No."

The chin was pinched, and he was forced to open his mouth under the terrible force, and a little scarlet on his tongue was exposed.

Qin Feng looked faint and did not see any emotions.

Chen knows that the older the man is more moderate, the more dangerous he is. He laughs and you are crying.

If he laughs, then it is over, you have to have at least one arm.

When he has no expression, his mood is very good.

It is now.

Chen put his tongue out and swept his lower lip. He swears with his pure personality, and it is really just a dry mouth.

The seal of Qin Feng is dark. "Why do you want to do this?"

Chen looked up again and pretended to be stupid. "What is Erye asking?"

Qin Feng suddenly didn't want to hear the answer. He buckled the young man's thin shoulders and turned people over.

Face into the pillow, Chen, "..."

Qin Feng pressed the white back of his hand in one hand and squatted the young black hair in one hand. The hair passed through his fingers and was unexpectedly soft.

Chen was breathing in his nose and found that the hand on his head touched his hair.

He is stunned.

The next moment, the bottom of the buttocks, a pain, is more than two hours.

Chen was dead and his dog was squatting, his legs were not close together, and no matter how Qin Feng got it, he didn’t move.

The body was wet and warm, and Chen supported the eyelids. Turning his head back, the old man was wiping his buttocks, his face was gloomy, and he was puzzled.

"444, wake me up in an hour."

When I finished speaking, I passed out.

An hour later, Chen was awakened by the snoring in his head. He turned over hard, his face was attached to the back of the old man, his arms were ringing, and he patted the child like a child.

Qin Feng's back is stiff.

The heart machine boy Chen is on the line again.

In childhood, he witnessed the tragic death of his parents. In the middle school period, he witnessed the death of his lover, thus closing himself. His inner feelings became lonely, distorted, cold-blooded, and repelling emotions.

Chen was confused and muttered. "Don't be afraid, there is a brother, brother to save you."

The next morning, the butler knocked on the door as usual and sent the newspaper of the day.

Qin Feng has the habit of reading newspapers in the bathroom.

The door opened from the inside, and the butler handed the newspaper over, "Mr...."

The latter part of the sentence came to an abrupt end when he saw the person who appeared in the room.

Chen grabbed his hair and had a red stamp on his face. "Early, Uncle Wang."

Wang Shu quickly recovered, "Early."

Not long after, Chen Xiaozhu was spread by the emperor’s luck last night.

Overnight, Chen’s status was different. He ate a hearty breakfast and used to **** his legs.

People under the pressure have not felt that it is not a big leg, no one has ever been, no big deal.

Qin Feng went out early, and Chen was full of food and drink, and he was in the garden with belly and sun.

After drying for a while, Chen’s **** hurts, and he can’t stand it.

"444, is there any ointment that is cracked?"

"Oh, yes, chrysanthemum spirit."

Chen likes this name, especially small and fresh, "come one."

“Hey, you need a good value of 50.”

Chen Youzhen, he turned the newspaper and saw a piece of news. His heart flashed a thought. If I had money, I would cover it with ten primary schools.

"Hey, congratulations to Mr. Chen, your good value is 70."

Chen has another face, what have I done?

A cream appeared in front of the air, a small chrysanthemum spread all over the top, and there were three words of chrysanthemum on the cover. It was small and quite chic.

Chen quickly slammed his pocket and used it next time.

"What happened to me, is there a 70 good value?"

Automatic reply, "Hey, busy, please leave a message."

Chen Zai, "..."

He finished the juice and happened to see two figures, "Two."

The fat man and Zhang Zi pretended not to hear.

Chen raised his eyebrows, "the fat man and the thin man in front."

The fat man and Zhang Zi hardened their hair and turned their bodies, grinning and grinning.

"Mr. Chen, is there anything?"

Chen added, "Can you buy me a stinky tofu for five dollars?"

"Just about this?"

"Yeah," Chen smiled. "Reassured, I will not tell Erye how you can screw my arm as a toy."

"..."

Qin Feng came back at night,

Uncle Wang, "Sir, there is soup in the kitchen. Can I give you a bowl?"

Qin Feng took off his jacket, "Okay."

When Wang Shu hung up his coat and went to the kitchen, he seemed to think of something and forgot.

When Wang Shu went back to the house and lay down, he remembered what had been forgotten. The young man had a diarrhea.

In the room, Chen listened to the sound of the door lock, knowing that it was Qin Feng, and did not go down to meet, and did not have the strength to perform.

Qin Feng smelled a strange smell. "Have you pulled in bed?"

Chen's face twisted.

The quilt was suddenly opened, and the white fat was exposed, and a faint iodine smell drifted.

Qin Feng frowned. "Do you eat anything during the day?"

Chen is pretending to be dead. "No."

He couldn’t catch it, and the **** buttocks were thrown out.

I don't want to kill people. Chen wants to rest for two days. He used one of the most tragic ones. He killed one thousand and lost nine hundred and ninety-nine.

Qin Feng saw the disposable paper bowl in the trash and the spicy soup. "Who bought it for you?"

Chen had a must report, he did not hesitate to sell the two muscle men, reported that the arm was screwed.

Downstairs, the fat man who worked night shifts had a chill with Zhang Zi. They exchanged their eyes, hey, the summer, how cold.

Ten minutes later, they stood in front of the master and shivered.

Qin Feng is writing a brush, he is calm, his arms are steady, and his posture is elegant.

The study was filled with ink incense, mixed with woody incense, the fat man smelled with Zhang Zi, dizzy.

The paper group was thrown into the trash, accompanied by a cold voice, "all 50."

"Yes."

The fat man and the Zhang Zi were punished, and the people in the house received the news.

They secretly remembered that the gentleman was not serious, but he did not know, but the newcomer could not be provoked.

Chen is also listening to the wind two days later. He knows that Qin Feng is a ferocious and bloodthirsty person with the opposite appearance. The two men are suffering from the flesh and blood.

Unfortunately, he would like to eat stinky tofu again.

Chen went to Qin Feng and stared at the value of the evil thoughts on his head. It’s been a few days, how is it still ten, and there is not a decimal point?

He went downstairs, turned into the kitchen, grabbed the apron of the next man, and made a love breakfast for Qin Feng.

A bowl of scallion with noodles.

Chen also removed a few shallots from the Qin Feng bowl, and he left it specially.

Sometimes, after a few hours of tiredness, the effect is not enough for a minute before.

"I am not bragging, my craft is to open the noodle restaurant, you try."

Qin Feng is still in an indescribable state, and his expression is unfathomable.

Chen smiled again. "Two lords, I haven't eaten yet. I don't have my saliva on the chopsticks."

Qin Feng raised his eyes, meaning it is unknown.

Chen kept smiling and said seriously, "Really, I didn't eat it at all, and lie to you is a puppy."

Under the horror of Wang Shuhe’s people, Qin Feng picked up the chopsticks.

"I remember you twenty-six, how is the same as the seventeen eight." Childish to 10,000, not necessarily find one.

Chen rolled his eyes again, I will always be eighteen, no?

The bowl of noodles was eaten by Qin Feng, and there was a soup bottom left. When the next person cleaned up, he almost missed the bowl and knocked over the bowl.

Lunch is still done by Chen, garlic eggplant, sauce soy beans, cumin potatoes, double pepper steamed tofu, enoki mushroom soup, color and flavor.

That year he didn't go to college, went to work at a small coward's restaurant, and saw a girl. He was an apprentice. He didn't catch up with someone and learned this.

Chen looked at Qin Feng to eat and looked at it. The value of the evil thought on the other side of the head became 999.

He blinked, it was really less.

But why is it less than 001? Chen is spitting, it’s hard to do a table!

"eat more."

Chen gave Qin Feng a dish, and soon it was folded into a hill. In the eyes of outsiders, he was a parent who worried that his children could not eat well and could not keep up with nutrition.

The onlookers bowed their heads and picked up the chin on the ground. Hey, hey, how warm and loving the picture.

They can still see it in their lifetime.

Joe Gongzi does not touch Yang Chunshui. The newcomer will cook in one hand. Mr. likes to eat and see the amount of food he has. It is not a general favorite.

At this point, the newcomer won.

After Joe’s return, I was afraid that there would be a **** battle to fight.

After the meal, Qin Feng drank the tea, can't remember how long it took to eat so much. The last time the parents were around, the food at home was also this taste.

He took off his glasses and pinched his nose. "How long have you been in the gold?"

Chen began to rub his fingers.

Qin Feng’s forehead is pumping, “How long?”

"You were upset by the second brother," Chen sighed. "I will count it again."

Qin Feng said coldly, "Go to the medical examination tomorrow."

Chen and his eyelids turned up. "Stupid, if I am really sick, the number of times you have punched holes, you have been infected."

The temperature in Qin Fengyu is, "What?"

Chen and his scalp are a numb, and he is full of concern. "Two lords, I mean that you can eat all the mushroom in the bowl of soup. When you go to the bathroom, don't let the toilet block."

Qin Feng's face is dark.