Madam, she's gone wild again

Chapter 128 Is it OK?
She is the most fearless red rose in the world. She is beautiful, charming, and grows wildly.

Killing the enemy with a single blow, with sharp thorns all over her body, even the International Center said that she was born with a murderous knife.

She has never been a rare and delicate flower that has been carefully cultivated in a greenhouse.

Jiang Qichuan let go of his thoughts for a long time, and when he came back to his senses, he looked at the phone that fell to the ground with a broken screen.

Thinking that I deliberately interrupted their thoughts when I saw the photos of the three dead bodies.

In the past few days when she was deliberately neglected, he was obviously waiting for her to find her, but he still misunderstood those people and led them astray. He took the initiative to call her, wanted to bow his head, and suddenly curled his lips, laughing at himself again. .

original……

If you like someone, you can really humble yourself into the dust, and then a small flower will bloom in the dust.

……

The afternoon sun was lazy, and although the warmth exuded was somewhat high, it was not so scorching.

Fu Yanchao watched the girl hang up the phone, lifted the quilt without saying a word, and leaned against the head of the bed so brightly.

The clothes that were already open on the chest were directly exposed to the air with the movement.

His thin body was wrapped in sickly white skin, his shoulders were wide and his waist was narrow, and the abdominal muscles on his waist and abdomen were full and hard. There was no trace of fat on his body, only lean muscles remained.

Sheng Xing tilted his head expressionlessly, and quietly looked at the boy leaning on the head of the bed with the harshest aesthetic.

The line of sight slowly fell bit by bit, until it stopped on the young man's waist and abdomen, the quilt that casually covered the lower parts.

With a low tut, he looked away from the boy's waist.

I wanted to stop watching, but I inadvertently caught a glimpse of the faint scar left by the gunshot wound and the hard pink on the boy's chest.

"You, restrain yourself, take your clothes or pull the quilt to cover it."

"..."

Fu Yan looked puzzled, and there was some questioning in his eyes.

Until he followed the girl's line of sight, landed on his half-covered waist and abdomen, and then slowly moved up to land on the open chest.

The palms subconsciously grasped the quilt, the finger bones turned white due to excessive force, the tips of the ears were slightly red, and even the cheeks were stained with a blush.

Just as he was about to pull the quilt to cover himself, the girl's small voice mixed with humor and teasing came again.

"Otherwise I will think that you are interested in me, do this on purpose, and want to seduce me... plotting against me this way and that."

"..."

Good guy.

I'm fucking straight dude.

I have a saying that my mother sells criticism, I must say it today!
Fu Yanchao seemed to be angry at being molested by a girl, his chest heaved, and after a while, he suddenly calmed down again.

Leaning against the head of the bed, she raised one arm and put it on the back of her head as a pillow, kicked the quilt away, and bent one leg.

"Little minor, do you want to sit on your brother's lap so that you can see it more clearly?"

"..."

You don't have to.

Sheng Xing looked away expressionlessly, swallowed subconsciously with a dry throat, but subconsciously watched the boy's every move from the corner of his eye.

Fu Yanchao seemed to know that the girl was watching him from the corner of his eye, but he didn't seem to know.

He just lay there carelessly for a while, then tilted his body again, following the boy's movements with the open hospital gown, the pink fruit was directly exposed to the air.

It was directly exposed to the girl's peripheral vision.

Sheng Xingyan looked at it for two seconds, then directly lowered his head and turned on the phone, silently reciting the great compassion mantra Amitabha.

"puff."

Seeing the girl's dodging eyes, Fu Yanchao couldn't help laughing, and slightly clenched his fingers against his lips.

After receiving the girl's angry gaze, he bit his knuckles lightly and restrained the smile on the corner of his mouth.

He raised his hand, casually pinched a button near his crotch, and buttoned it lazily and slowly, his slender eyelashes quivered, and his eyes lowered obediently.

Sheng Xingyan frowned as he saw that the young man was moving very slowly and felt that he couldn't fasten it.

Putting down the mobile phone in his hand, he stood up, walked to the boy, and gently patted the boy's hand holding the button away.

While helping the boy button the hospital gown, he glanced at the healed scar from the gunshot wound on his chest, and frowned tightly.

Perhaps the girl's action of buttoning the buttons suddenly became a little harder, which hurt the boy and caused him to unconsciously let out a weak moan from his throat.

Sheng Xingyan raised his eyelids, glanced at the boy angrily, and stopped buttoning his buttons.

The slightly cool fingertips covered the faint scar on his chest, his eyes fell on it, and the fingertips gently rubbed, as if wanting to take the scar off his body.

Fu Yanchao let the girl do whatever he wanted with him, seeing the girl's persistent appearance, until he felt a slight burning pain in his chest.

He laughed for a moment, raised his head slightly, looked at the girl's tightly frowning brows, raised his hand to cover it, and slowly smoothed it over and over again.

"It's been plotted against, it's okay."

"Ah."

Sheng Xingyan responded in a low voice, unable to detect any emotion, she kept frowning, and betrayed her without even smoothing her brows.

Fu Yanchao sighed leisurely, and gently covered the back of the girl's head with his warm palm, suddenly closing the distance between them.

The strength is very strong, with a domineering that cannot be refused and resisted.

"Good girl, don't frown all the time, it doesn't look good."

Sheng Xingyan snorted, like a pampered child, he wanted to turn his head away in disbelief, but was controlled by the force on the back of his head.

"Ayan, be obedient and don't frown."

he does not like……

The girl who didn't like to see him frowned, and didn't like to see her unhappy.

He wanted her to be the happiest, carefree child in the world.

Sheng Xingyan said "Oh.", curled her lips, stretched her eyebrows, her eyes fell on the young man's face, and she smiled for no reason.

"You are such a waste, how did you live such a big life?"

"..."

dog woman!
Dogs bark!

Fu Yan's jaw tightened in anger, he ground his molars, let go of the girl's hand, and turned around as if in a tantrum, unwilling to look at the girl.

There was a touch of pampering in his eyes, but there was no trace of anger just now.

The gunshot wound was intentional.

He wanted to die unexpectedly.

The accidental death he had been waiting for.

Sheng Xingyan's eyes fell on the back of the young man's head, he chuckled several times in a low voice, and reached out to stroke his hair.

Then it moved down again, covering the young man's slender, snow-white neck, gently rubbed it with his fingertips, and tentatively stroked his Adam's apple.

As expected, the boy's snow-white skin was stained with a light pink, his Adam's apple rolled up and down slightly, his muscles all over his body tensed, and his fingers unconsciously grasped the bedding.

"Fu Yanchao, you are so sensitive."

Like amazed, like joking, the girl's voice was extraordinarily soft, with a hint of charm and allure.

The arm rested lightly on the young man's shoulder, the fingertips poked his chest intentionally or unintentionally, and the red lips covered his ear at some point.

"Brother, you really...have a good look. I want to see something better, can you?"

(End of this chapter)