Love Apartment: Yifei is my junior aunt

Chapter 334 Ziqiao's Repeated Slaps in the Face

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Everyone burst into laughter.

Just as everyone saw Zi Qiao confidently declare, "From now on, no one will be able to slap me in the face again!", he was then hit hard in the face by Zhan Bo, who was still asleep.

This is a truly impressive slap in the face.

"What's going on with Zhanbo?"

Ziqiao covered his nose and complained, "How can he kick people while he's sleeping!"

"Stay calm."

Nanfeng suppressed a laugh and said, "They just wanted to turn over, you're the one who bumped into them."

"Damn it, why is everyone giving me the cold shoulder these past few days?!"

Ziqiao carefully touched his nose: "Oh no, oh no, will he ruin my handsome nose?"

"Damn! My nose is what I'm most satisfied with!"

He angrily moved Zhanbo's legs off his thighs: "If my nose collapses, I'll make the doctor use Lu Zhanbo's ribs to pad it!"

Zeng Xiaoxian let out his signature sly laugh: "Then Yifei will break your entire skeleton."

While still half asleep, Zhanbo drowsily put his feet on Ziqiao's thighs, and Ziqiao tried to move his feet away several times without success.

Ziqiao wanted to change seats, but the two remaining small sofas were already occupied by the other people. Nanfeng didn't even have a place to sit and could only sit on the side of the sofa.

"I should have sat somewhere else," he muttered to himself.

Despite the mockery, everyone still carefully examined Joe's nose.

As expected, apart from some redness and swelling, there were no other problems with his nose.

"Don't worry, your beautiful nose is saved."

"What did you say?"

Ziqiao looked at Guangu in disbelief.

Guan Gu hesitated and said, "Jade Peak stands tall, doesn't that mean 'standing tall'?"

"It means upright and tall," Youyou said, blushing. "But it doesn't mean a straight nose."

"What does 'upright' mean?" Guan Gu asked curiously.

"That's right, that's right..."

Youyou simply couldn't bring herself to say it.

"Hey, Guan Gu, look at me."

Mika gestured with her hands to show Guan Gu her curvaceous figure: "Now you understand, right?"

"We found it inside the temple! (So that's how it is!)"

Guan Gu answered confidently, "I know, it's the collarbone."

"Get lost!"

Mika, exasperated, threw a cushion at Guan Gu: "That girl's collarbone is the most prominent!"

If one's collarbones were truly the most prominent, then they wouldn't even be described as flat-chested.

This is practically the Turpan Basin!

She angrily picked up another cushion and held it in front of her chest.

She's been secretly using Xiao Hei's breast enhancement formula for the past few months, and it's already showing initial results, okay?

Hmph, you just wait.

In two and a half years at most, I'll show you what it means for an apple to turn into a durian!

When Mika threw a pillow at him, Guan Gu instinctively waved his hand to block it.

So the pillow was flung directly into Ziqiao's face, who was watching the commotion from the side.

The cushion slowly fell to the ground under everyone's watchful eyes, and Zi Qiao's extremely resentful face reappeared in everyone's sight.

Ziqiao cried out in despair, "What bad luck! Why is everyone and everything against me these past few days?"

"If you're so capable, then come at me with those steel-like pectoral muscles!"

He had barely finished speaking when he heard Zhanbo let out a lazy wake-up call.

"Ah~"

Zhanbo struggled to sit up from the sofa, rubbing his eyes and muttering in a half-asleep state.

"Where am I? Why is it so noisy?"

Ziqiao immediately glared fiercely at Zhanbo.

He hasn't forgotten the grudge of being kicked in the face!

At this moment, Zhanbo also slightly opened his tightly closed eyes. In his hazy vision, he saw a strange person with a face full of redness and swollen like a pig's head.

Lu Zhanbo!

"You're finally awake!"

Before Zhanbo could even see the strange man's face clearly, he heard the man let out a low growl through gritted teeth.

Just by listening to that sound, it was as if he was planning to skin him alive and tear him apart.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!"

Zhanbo didn't have time to think. He closed his eyes and kicked wildly in fear, each kick launching a fierce attack on Ziqiao's steel-like pectoral muscles.

Fortunately, Ziqiao is a once-in-a-century talent for physical training; if it were Nanfeng, he would have been unable to withstand it long ago.

"Zhanbo!"

Everyone quickly stopped Zhanbo, saying, "Look carefully, that's Ziqiao over there!"

"what?"

Zhanbo timidly opened his eyes, and only when he saw everyone around him did he feel relieved enough to carefully observe the pig-headed monster in front of him.

"Ziqiao?"

Zhanbo stared wide-eyed, bewildered, and asked, "What happened to your face? What happened to your nose?"

Why are you clutching your chest?

"Cough cough cough..."

Upon hearing this, Ziqiao almost coughed up a mouthful of blood.

He looked at Zhanbo in disbelief: "You're asking me?"

How dare you ask me that?!

"What's wrong?"

Zhanbo looked at Ziqiao with the same innocent and naive expression.

"It's nothing, it's nothing."

Ziqiao rubbed his chest and waved his hand with difficulty.

He wasn't seriously injured by Zhanbo's wild kicks and sweeps, but he almost suffered internal injuries from being angered by Zhanbo's naive and ignorant gaze.

Seeing that Ziqiao seemed to ignore him, Zhanbo looked at the others in confusion.

After everyone explained the whole story to Zhanbo, Zhanbo finally understood why Ziqiao was looking at him like that.

"I'm sorry, Ziqiao." Zhanbo scratched his head sheepishly and apologized to Ziqiao.

"It's alright, it's not your fault."

Ziqiao twitched the corner of his mouth: "Maybe I'm just having a run of bad luck these days, I keep getting slapped in the face."

"A slap in the face?"

Zhanbo became confused again: "I didn't kick your chest just now."

The group exchanged glances, suppressing their laughter and remaining silent.

Although Ziqiao was kicked in the chest, it wouldn't be wrong to say he was slapped in the face.

It's his fault for always making promises he can't keep.

Xiao Xian took the initiative and asked, "Zi Qiao, when do we start your fishing plan?"

After all, Zi Qiao was deliberately targeted for revenge by other playboys because of him, and Xiao Xian would feel uneasy if he didn't help Zi Qiao resolve this matter as soon as possible.

"Tomorrow, tomorrow we'll officially begin," Ziqiao said, rubbing his chest.

Everyone nodded in understanding.

If Zi Qiao had just been beaten up in the morning, and then went back to the bar to pick up girls in the afternoon with his face swollen like a pig's head, that would truly defy common sense.

Besides, he really had a bad day today, so let him rest in his apartment for a day.

"Then let's put Qiao's matter aside for now."

Youyou's gossipy eyes kept darting over Zhanbo, and then she said with feigned confidence, "Zhanbo, we already know the truth about your narcolepsy."

"what?"

Zhanbo immediately tensed up.

Seeing this, Youyou quickly said, "If you confess now, we can consider keeping your secret from Yifei."

Zhanbo hesitated for a moment upon hearing this, then asked tentatively, "Really?"

"See? I knew he had a secret."

Youyou touched her nose smugly: "That's the keen sense of a professional gossip."

"Youyou, you're amazing."

Meijia happily gave Youyou a high five.

Even the naive Zhanbo knew he'd been tricked when he saw this: "Youyou, you tricked me."

Nanfeng sighed: "You're being foolish. If they knew, why would they ask you to confess for leniency?"

Zhanbo was taken aback for a moment, then he suddenly realized and said, "Oh right."

"Unfortunately, it's too late for you to realize this now."

With a mischievous grin, Youyou threatened, "So, are you going to tell us the truth now, or wait for Yifei to come back and ask you herself?"

Zhanbo thought for a moment and said, "So, after you find out, can you not tell my older sister?"

"certainly."

Youyou and Meijia assured each other.

As for how credible those two guys' guarantees are... no one dares to guarantee that.

But that's not the point. The point is that Zhanbo believed it.

"Actually, when you think about it... it's all Ziqiao's fault."

"what?"

Faced with Zhanbo's accusations, Ziqiao pointed to himself with a bewildered expression.

What does your insomnia have to do with me?

I'm coming

(End of this chapter)