Zhong Ping should have vomited it out easily, because he was so nervous that his stomach twisted into a ball. But he pretended to poke the base of his tongue and still couldn't do it to himself. He felt so nervous that he even vomited.
He couldn't come out, and secondly, he was afraid that if he exerted force, he would see a perfectly formed stomach on the ground.
One minute and twenty seconds, K looked at Zhong Ping, who was holding on to the wall and squirming for a long time, and couldn't help but feel jealous, and shouted with a cramped face: "Turn around!"
"Calm down..." Zhuang Hua looked at K warily. As soon as K showed his intention to help others perform a caesarean section, she would kick him down. Of course, she had just met K, so maybe the chance of kicking him down was only 100%.
Three.
Zhong Ping trembled and turned around, his eyes still looking around inappropriately, giving the impression that this person was very cunning. God knows he didn't even notice that the place where he vomited was a dark alley.
K clamped Zhong Ping's head under his waist, inserted the knife back into the back of his waist with his right hand, and then without any warning, he stretched his right index and middle fingers into Zhong Ping's throat, intending to do it himself, but was bitten hard by Zhong Ping.
Take a sip.
"Hey, hey, hey..." K hurriedly pulled out his finger, feeling that he was performing a nonsensical performance.
This really had a big effect, and Zhong Ping retched. If he really vomited it out, all the vomit would be poured on K Wenyi's canvas shoes.
"You suddenly acted like this... I was not prepared, hahaha... I didn't mean to bite you..." Zhong Ping still clamped his head and continued to explain himself weakly.
k looked at Zhuang Hua, who immediately came up with a plan: "Wait for him to pull him out!"
Seeing K starting to stretch his hand to his lower back again, Zhuang Hua hurriedly explained: "Look, it's not very urgent this time. It won't be a big deal if you wait a day or two."
When Zhong Ping saw that he was about to be liberated, he pressed his nose and face with his throat tight: "No matter what it is, I promise to find it for you!"
K touched his lower back and looked at Zhuang Hua. Zhuang Hua nodded helplessly: "Don't worry, this guy is very honest, and he will definitely not play any tricks."
In the end, K finally put away his murderous intention with suspicion, silently observed Zhong Ping's frustration for a while, nodded and approved this plan, which sounded deceptive but was even more deceitful when implemented.
Zhuang Hua drove the two of them to Zhong Ping's downstairs, silently prayed to the King of Heaven to protect Zhong Ping, and then drove away in a hurry. Zhong Ping didn't even have time (and didn't dare) to ask his colleagues what they wanted, but he was stabbed for the first time in his life.
As he opened the door of his house, he still didn't know what sin he had done to deserve to be treated like this.
Pushing Zhong Ping into the house, K instructed Zhong Ping to lock the door, then dragged him and searched the bedroom, kitchen and bathroom, including the sofa cushions under the bed and behind the toilet. After the inspection was satisfactory, K finally
He put down the knife in his hand and stood at the corner between the kitchen door and the refrigerator, signaling Zhong Ping to move around as he pleased.
"...Don't kill me..." Zhong Pingyuan finally squeezed out his first words from home after swaying and squeezing for a long time.
"You do what you should do, don't worry about me." K stared at Zhong Ping with a pair of eagle-like eyes, making Zhong Ping have no consciousness of "what he should do".
"Then... do you want to sit down? There are still some grapefruits at home... Let me take a look..." Zhong Ping regretted saying anything about the grapefruits, because the grapefruits were placed in the refrigerator, and the only way to see them was through the kitchen door and the vicious door.
Marking k.
Zhong Ping walked to the refrigerator with the same stiff legs and glanced sideways at K's hands from time to time. K moved behind him before he opened the refrigerator, startling him again.
"Open it." K urged impatiently.
He obediently opened the refrigerator door. There were leftover ketchup, salad dressing and chili sauce inside, and half a piece of wilted grapefruit was placed in the middle layer, which was given to him by his colleague Sister Ma two days ago. There were no cooking leftovers.
There were no traces of it, but there was an inexplicable smell of celery inside.
Zhong Ping took out the grapefruit and moved it slowly as if he was afraid of startling a child. He placed the grapefruit on the table against the wall in the kitchen and looked at K with wide eyes: "Um...Mr. K? What do you want?"
do not eat?"
"Peel the skin." K raised his chin and tapped the grapefruit.
Zhong Ping began to peel off the skin by hand. The reason for not using a kitchen knife? It was simply because he was afraid that the small dagger behind K's waist would pierce his kidney. After he had peeled off half the grapefruit, he broke it into several pieces.
Tentatively, he slowly stretched it under K's nose: "...Here."
"You eat." K ordered.
Oh, by the way, let’s try some poison. This child is a dangerous middle-class kid who escaped from nowhere. Zhong Ping resignedly swallowed a grapefruit in three mouthfuls, and then handed another piece to K.
"Keep eating." K continued to order.
In less than ten minutes, Zhong Ping followed the instructions and ate all the remaining wilted grapefruits. Looking at the table of grapefruit peels, he smiled awkwardly: "There are also some instant pastries..."
"take it out."
Then Zhong Ping took out the pastries, and with a fake smile under K's glare, he swept away all the pastries he had saved for temporary filling.
"Do you want some candy..." Zhong Ping asked without hope.
"What are you having for dinner?" K asked.
"...Usually you order by phone...they deliver it to you...this kind of..."
"Where's the phone?"
Zhong Ping pointed to the menu on the wall next to the table. K took out his mobile phone from his shirt, followed the first call carefully and broadcast it - two portions of rice, followed by four that made Zhong Ping's face turn green.
Unable to tell that K was still a vegetarian, Zhong Ping created a loophole in the silence and spoke: "Vegetarian dishes are good for health..."
K glanced at him and opened his lips slightly: "I'll give you a laxative."
Zhong Ping was struck by lightning, which also made him face the fact that this guy followed him to his house like a vicious man, just to find an unknown piece of metal in his feces.
Later, Zhong Ping had the courage to ask if he wanted to sit down, and then the two of them sat down across the kitchen table, facing each other. Within two minutes, Zhong Ping couldn't bear the awkward silence and continued to ask questions - and he didn't point a knife at him anyway.
Not letting him speak is: "What's your name?"
After hesitating for three seconds, the person called K spoke: "King."
"My name is Zhong Ping," Zhong Ping saw that this was a good momentum and continued to talk, "Are you a foreigner? Recently, you are teaching ear and nose in class. Hey, to be honest, that's all I know..."
"Chinese." The other party poured cold water on him.
"Then...your name..." Zhong Ping suddenly felt that he had failed completely.
At this time, it was probably the takeaway person who came upstairs and rang his doorbell. A strange doorbell rang in the room. K once again stared at Zhong Ping who was about to answer the door: "Sit there and don't move.
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On the way to answer the door, K seemed to have suddenly changed. Not only did he accept the meal from the delivery man with a smile, he paid for these vegetarian dishes with his own money, and he also said to the delivery man "
It’s delicious. I’ll order again." He turned around with another poker face and put the food on the kitchen table: "Eat."