MTL - Quick Transmigration: I’m Almost Dead-Chapter 8 Big man (8)

Qin Feng stood in front of the monitor, he waved, and the others stepped back and the door closed.

The sly, indulgence, and lascivious voice spread out indoors and circling, becoming a special one.

Qin Feng holds a cigar. He slowly takes a sip, and enjoys the smog through a thin layer of smoke. The iron-gray trousers are under the bulge.

He can go upstairs now and open his legs, but he doesn't.

This kind of thing, pay attention to a feeling, is bad.

If it is only the body's **, it is not enough to make him impulsive.

He left this person with a mystery.

It seems now that the mystery is one by one.

Qin Feng leaned slightly, and the light behind the lens pierced the screen. In his pupil, the young man closed his eyes, gasping, crying, shaking hands and feet, convulsions.

He took a deep breath and smiled.

Detoxification can also be so different and interesting.

A month later, Chen returned to work. He was cleaned several times from head to toe and then carried out of the room and sent to another room.

Unlike the previous one, the house in front of the house is extremely spacious, with exquisite furnishings and a smell of air.

It is luxury.

Chen was lying on the bed, holding the crystal lamp on his head. He felt that when he finished the task and went back, he would not forget the experience of this month.

A terrible force.

Also a wonderful one.

"When I go back, I will show off the three monkeys in the dormitory and say that I have been poisoned."

Chen shook his legs. "Do you say they believe?"

He did not answer 444, and he said, "I definitely don't believe it."

The fool believes.

I don't know how long it took, the door was pushed away from the outside, and there was a footstep sound, accompanied by a faint book ink.

Chen lay still and didn't move, just lazily propped up a little eyelid, and the dead pig was not afraid of boiling water.

Qin Feng put his hand in his pocket and didn't know what he was thinking. When he was silent, his lips were pressed, and a powerful power would be released, making people shudder.

Chen had been playing with big eyes and small eyes before, and he had not lost. This time, he was too hungry.

"Is there something to eat?"

Qin Feng did not say.

Chen’s buttocks lifted up, a force, and the man jumped up and rushed forward.

Qin Feng is completely a conditional reflex handle taken out of his trouser pocket and opened his arm to pick up.

The two men collided and fell apart.

Chen shook his forehead, and the painful jumped up and down. It was a sentence. "Where is your bed, is your head beaten? So hard!"

Dead for a moment.

Chen looked up again and saw that the old man looked like a smile, and he took a breath.

As soon as the eyeballs turned, Chen and his dog’s legs patted the old man’s dust. “You’re not hurting, do you want me to blow you?”

The lower jaw was pinched by one hand, and the rough feeling was like a knife, and Chen closed his mouth.

Qin Feng pinched this face under the eyelids. "You don't want to act, but it's a pity."

Chen’s eyes were pumping, his brain was running fast, and it’s hard to tell, “I’m afraid that you don’t believe it. When my family didn’t change, I wanted to apply for the film school.”

Qin Feng provoked Meifeng. "If you take the test, the profession is definitely the first."

Chen sneaked his eyes, butt, he never died, and died on the crying scene.

Like his natural and innocent person, it seems that there is no lacrimal gland, enter the virtual world, put on other people's body, cry into a dog.

"Two Lord, can you talk while eating?"

Chen and Yan dry lips, smiled bitterly, "I am hungry."

After a while, he sat at the end of the long table in the living room, feeling that he was separated from Qin by the end of the earth.

Rich people, it is ok to pretend, but the table is full of vegetarian dishes.

This is not like it.

You can't eat without yourself, and you won't let others eat.

Chen also dialed a plate of vinegar and potato in front of him, wanting to eat meat.

Since Qiao Mingyue has been with Qin Feng, he has been careful everywhere, and his mouth is not touched.

Although Qin Feng did not kiss him, he could smell the tone of his speech. He was afraid and was afraid of being discarded.

Chen sighed and sighed. As a carnivorous animal, he wanted to eat meat, and he didn’t eat it.

To get close to Qin Feng, this is one of the difficulties.

There was a few mouthfuls of white rice, and Chen leaned back. The legs were so casual, lazy and boneless.

The people were stunned, and Xiao Qiaozi was more elegant. One stop was a painting there. This, sitting without a seat, eating no food, and being unable to get on the table, couldn’t be compared.

What happened to Mr.?

Qin Feng is not so much, that is, the brain is pumping.

When he heard the collision of the tableware, pouting, moving the chair, sighing and other sounds, he wanted to press the person on the table and buckle the food.

Chen is deliberate.

To get the attention of this person, he has to peel off the skin and lose a piece of meat. He is prepared.

The sight of the random sweep stopped on a piano, and Chen couldn't help but think of the old things.

When I was a child, my mom and dad took him to the instrument line. He stupidly stood on a pile of musical instruments, and looked at it. Finally, he refused to leave the piano.

Mom and Dad are happy, my son likes the piano so much, and there is definitely a big future.

They spent more than half a year eating the piano and had more pianos at home.

Chen began a day when he met the piano and was not seen. He died halfway to primary school and learned a song called the star.

My mother was so sad that she didn't have much temptation to Chen and Wei, and her hair was rushed.

Chen refused to learn, and did not like it. He often made trouble with his mother for this matter.

Later, he had no mother.

Chen’s thoughts came back and found himself standing in front of the piano and pressing his hand on the keys.

His face changed and changed, he was confused, confused, and anxious, uncontrollable, half-sounding, his fingers moved, and he bounced the only star in his life.

Qin Feng saw the youth in front of the piano, and faded away those turbid and sloppy camouflage. Only the sadness of the face, there is no trace of impurities.

More lovely.

At this time, the next person came over and reported that Master Tang had come.

"Hey."

When Tang Hao entered the door, he saw that there was a person in the piano, thinking that it was Qiao Mingyue. He said that he would shout out, and he was stuck in his throat.

People are not Joe Mingyue.

The body should be tall, thin, hair short, and the buttocks more rounded.

After seeing who it was, Tang Yan’s eyes were all coming out.

How do you leave a home for sale? Even if Qiao Mingyue is performing abroad, he is lonely, empty, and there are a lot of candidates.

Tang Yan’s second reaction was that, fortunately, Zhuang Xiao did not know, his **** was prepared for the second squad for twenty years, and losing to Qiao Mingyue was justifiable. Who made the face grow, but one The ducks in the stinking ditch can live here, he can vomit blood.

Chen is also a polite child. "Good young Tang."

Stretching his hand and not making a smile, Tang Yan squeezed his lips out of the arc. "Hello."

After greeting, Chen did not leave the living room, he found an excuse to return to the room.

Tang Yan stared at the man and went upstairs. "Hey, I heard that Xiao Qiao will return to China next month?"

Qin Feng wiped his mouth, "Yeah."

Don Juan couldn't figure out the situation of his second lieutenant. "I think Xiao Qiao is very suitable to be with you."

The long legs of Qin Feng overlap, "Is it?"

"Well," Tang said. "His family is innocent, his style is good, he has no contact with people and things that are not clean, and he is also engaged in art and his mind is simple."

"Since he is so good," Qin Feng said, "Is it better to let him talk to you?"

Don Juan groaned, "Don't make me a joke."

"Little Joe is all in his heart, usually meets, and several of us are invisible in his eyes."

He swallowed his mouth and didn't know how to say more, the more stiff the atmosphere.

It’s hard to be done, is it tired of Qiao Mingyue?

Impossible, the face of the person is the replica of the man who has died for many years.

This is enough, it is enough.

With a terrible pressure, Tang Hao had to change the subject and talk about the business. In a few days, his company had to hold a dinner party, and he wanted to invite him to attend and give him a scene.

Qin Feng said, "Look at the situation of the day."

Not a refusal, Tang Yan was very satisfied. He relaxed, and the words in his mouth disappeared and started.

"Hey, where are you doing with Xiao Qiao?"

"depend on mood."

Tang Yan looked, "Is it tried on the window sill?"

Qin Feng drank tea, "had not tried."

"Then try it next time," Tang said with a smile. "I promise, absolutely exciting."

After chatting for a while, Qin Feng took a call, and Tang Yan shook around and shook, and the man went upstairs.

In the bathroom of the corridor, Chen was whistling again. He didn't blow a few times and the faucet couldn't open.

There is a footstep behind the cold, Chen is another, quickly put the little things back, shame.

Tang Yan came over and looked deep. "Boy, persuade you to say, you can go now, you can go quickly, otherwise, if you want to go, but you can’t go..."

Chen is also a deep face, buddy, I want to go, I don't want to stay.

But your second goal is my mission goal, I have to get him to go to the next level.

Don Juan did not hide his contempt. "You, this person, can't mix in the gold. I really don't understand which one is wrong."

Chen is still a calm expression, and the radical method is useless to him. He has a clear goal, he is already on the road, and he cannot look back.

This is in the eyes of others, he is shameless.

Tang Yin snorted in his heart, a urinary disturbance interfered with the brain cells, and he shook the big guy against the urinal.

Chen took a glance at the subconscious mind and glanced at it again. He lamented that there was something wrong with it.

"How?" Tang Yan’s smile, "Is it more than your customers?"

"It's really a lot."

Chen inadvertently incited his gaze and found the tall figure at the door, his neck was stiff.

dying.

The abnormality of my own was definitely seen by Qin Feng.

Don Juan is still showing up, "Is it better than me?"

Chen turned his eyes again, more than your mother, big scorpion, you look back, you look at the eyes, like a snake, want to eat people.

When he saw no voice, Tang Yan felt uncomfortable. He dared to tell him when he sold. He turned and wanted to humiliate people. After seeing him, Yu Guang directly scared him back and squatted on the pool. "Oh...hey."

He is really scared, his face is white, and his speech is unfavorable. "What, we..."

Chen picked it up again. "Misunderstanding is a misunderstanding."

Qin Feng smiled and was gentle and gentle. "Good-looking?"

Both of them were numb scalp.

"Not good." The head was shaken into a rattle, and Chen was right. "Your biggest, best to see, really, believe me."

Qin Feng, "..."