Chapter Thirty-Eight Aren't My Ancestors Your Ancestors?
"Dong, dong, dong", the footsteps passed through the long and somewhat dim corridor, and finally stopped in front of a door at the end.
This door is made of nanmu. It is a simple and exquisite thing, but it seems a bit out of place in such an environment.
The visitor lowered his head slightly, his face buried in the backlight, leaving only a blurry silhouette.
After a while, he seemed to have made up his mind. He put his hand into his coat pocket and fumbled carefully, and actually took out a silver hairpin.
The man raised it high, and the beauty of the silver gadget could be seen even in such an environment.
The man's eyes narrowed, he pursed his lips, and then inserted the hairpin into the key hole in front of him.
There is no perfect lock in the world. When people are tightly bound, the lock becomes a lock.
The man's hands moved dexterously, and he grinned at his inappropriate imagination.
Sure enough, after just a few seconds, I heard a "click" sound
This time the man didn’t hesitate at all and pushed the door open directly.
"Don't move!"
The man's neck was pressed tightly against a hard object. He had no doubt that as long as there was something wrong with him, the guy in the opponent's hands could kill him.
At this moment, he had the urge to laugh
"why you?"
Before he could laugh, the other party took the initiative to take back his weapon.
"You cherish your life when you carry a pistol so close to your body! Qin Zifeng, or do you like me to call you Young Master Yan?" The last words were deliberately prolonged by the man, and his hand suddenly reached towards the other person's waist to show a smile.
a different meaning
Qin Zifeng not only did not hide, but instead held the opponent's hand and let him touch the thing on his waist. Gorgeous curves, huge lethality, silent explosion, the results just sent by his research team——
Falcon A-11, the most perfect finished product of the eleventh generation
"Do you like it, Zhang Xiao?" His eyebrows were crescent, and his voice was clear and calm, as if the conflict just now did not exist.
"You want to send me off?"
The visitor was none other than Zhang Xiao. After separating from Cui Hao, he did not go home but came directly to the hospital. The nurse on duty had already been told not to stop him, so he came to Qin Zifeng's ward or suite unimpeded.
more appropriate
This room is located on the top floor of the hospital. It can be said that the layout of Qin Zifeng's apartment is completely replicated. Apart from this ward that does not look like a ward, there is only a dean's lounge on this floor.
However, this also caused inconvenience to Zhang Xiao. The people below did not have the key to this room at all.
But for Zhang Xiao, who must see Qin Zifeng tonight, no problem is a problem
However, what he didn't expect was to encounter a "surprise" after opening the door.
Thinking like this, the sarcasm in Zhang Xiao's words became more obvious, "It's better to say goodbye, I don't dare to accept your courtesy from Mr. Yan!"
"Xiaoxiao, how can we bear this relationship?! Isn't what's mine yours?"
Qin Zifeng turned his head and touched Zhang Xiao's neck, so close that he could taste the other person immediately if he wanted to.
"Budweiser, tequila...anything else?"
Zhang Xiao seemed to have realized what Qin Zifeng was doing, and turned his head suddenly. This unintentionally touched Qin Zifeng's heart. Feeling the soft feeling on his neck, Zhang Xiao's eyebrows almost stood up, and he was about to hit the opponent with his hand.
But he was severely stopped halfway
"Xiaoxiao, I gave you the chance to leave! Now, you are only mine!"
"You damn fart! I belong to you!"
Qin Zifeng's hands were fixed on the opponent's waist. Zhang Xiao's eyes were red and he kicked his feet upwards without hesitation!
The opponent reached out to grab his leg and then pulled it forward suddenly. Before Zhang Xiao could rejoice that his hand was free, he faced the fate of his head falling backwards.
Qin Zifeng put his arm around his waist halfway, with a dazzling fake smile on his face, "Xiaoxiao, you have to pay attention to your safety even when you are hugging someone!"
"Damn, I'm fucking your ancestor!" Zhang Xiao was really furious at this moment. His hands were tied behind his back and he couldn't move. He was still half-held by the other party in such a girly posture.
Now he really regrets why he didn't ask for that gun to strengthen his backbone or something. It's not too late for him to kill this kid!
"Xiaoxiao, I don't like hearing this! Don't forget that you are already mine. Aren't my ancestors your ancestors?"
"Can you fucking be shameless anymore?" Zhang Xiao's face turned red, he didn't know whether he was angry or anxious.
"Xiaoxiao, I see you drank too much today, I'll let you go." Qin Zifeng's tone became calmer and calmer, "Shut up now."
"Oh, I won't..."
Zhang Xiao didn't finish his sentence in the end. The thing pressing on his lips was almost biting to vent, and his body was forced to be inseparable from Qin Zifeng.
It wasn't until he was obviously weak from not breathing for too long that the other party let him go.
"There are only these two kinds of wine. It seems that I guessed right!" Qin Zifeng chuckled, with a sexy hoarse voice.
Zhang Xiao only felt as if his brain was filled with paste. He knew every word of the other party's words, but when put together they were like a heavenly book.
"Xiaoxiao, can you guess what I drank? If you guess it right, there will be a prize!" Qin Zifeng's eyes sparkled as he picked up the person in his arms and walked towards the bed.
Zhang Xiao's eyes were wide open, but they obviously had no focus. He murmured, "There is a prize, Qin Zifeng... Qin Zifeng, you bastard"
Zhang Xiao seemed to suddenly remember something because of Qin Zifeng's stimulation, and struggled violently in Qin Zifeng's arms.
"Xiaoxiao is so naughty, how can she scold her husband? Bad children must be punished!"
After Qin Zifeng finished speaking softly, he leaned over and lowered his head.
Sure enough, this works best
Zhang Xiao's lips were moist and she didn't say any more irritating words after he left.
Qin Zifeng's eyes were gentle, and he gently touched the other person's slightly swollen lips with his fingers, and then gently put him on the bed, and then he also got on the bed. His red phoenix eyes were astonishingly bright in this dim environment!
The night is getting deeper and deeper, and the bright moonlight shines through the curtains, leaving only a hazy white patch. But even this shallow light can reflect a pair of tightly entangled shadows.