Goblin Goblin: Don't flirt, the villain is blackening

Chapter 560 Cold-blooded Zombie Queen vs. Cute Lop Rabbit Leader 79

With Zhou Chi, a model worker, Long Yan can relax a lot.

After Zhou Chi calmed down, the first thing he did was to say goodbye to Quan and go to the laboratory to draw blood.

Long Yan took Quan Jiu back to the dormitory. After passing through the living room, he opened a door connected to the living room, revealing the bedroom behind the door.

"You will live here for the time being."

Quan Jiu looked around, narrowed his eyes slightly, and discovered something:

"Is this your dormitory?"

The dormitory is a suite with simple furnishings. There are no other furnishings except a sofa, a table and a bookcase.

Long Yan: "Well, you are too dangerous and not suitable to live in a civilian area."

"So does this count as us living together?" Quan Jiu turned around and smiled.

She discovered that there was only one bedroom in the entire residence.

Long Yan: “…”

He walked to the closet expressionlessly, pushed it open, and revealed the dark room behind it.

There are rows of wardrobes in the dark room. There is a big bed next to the wardrobe, and there are bread and water stuffed in the bedside table. It seems like a temporary refuge.

Quan Jiu clicked his tongue: "What a pity."

Long Yan: "I have a meeting to hold in the afternoon. You can rest in the room for a while. If you are hungry, you can go to my room to find something to eat."

Quan Jiu: "Go on, let me take a nap."

…

It was already nine o'clock in the evening after the Dragon Banquet meeting.

After the six-hour meeting, he showed no sign of fatigue on his face. When he returned downstairs to his residence, he caught a glimpse of the lack of light in the bedroom on the second floor, and his whole body suddenly trembled.

The man strode to the door and looked at the guard: "Where is she?"

"Dr. Liang's people came over in the afternoon and said they wanted to meet Miss Jing, so Miss Jing followed them."

Long Yan frowned: "How long have you been there?"

"I went there at four or five in the afternoon. Calculating the time, it was quite a long time."

Long Yan's face darkened, he turned back to the car and walked towards the laboratory.

…

laboratory.

Long Yan walked through the winding corridor and went straight to Dr. Liang's laboratory.

The laboratory has a coded door, and Long Yan was stopped when he walked to the door.

He glanced at the guard with cold eyes: "Open the door."

The guard looked hesitant: "Dr. Liang said that no one can disturb you during the experiment..."

Long Yan's body became even colder. He took out his gun and put it against the guard's temple:

"I say for the last time, open the door."

The guard saw the murderous intent in his eyes clearly, so he could only take a step back and enter the password to unlock the door for him.

As soon as the door opened, Long Yan strode in.

Quan Jiu was sitting on the operating table and was about to get off when she caught a glimpse of a murderous man from the corner of her eye. She was surprised and said, "Why are you here?"

Long Yan looked at Dr. Liang and said in a cold tone:

"I said a long time ago that no experiments can be conducted without approval procedures."

Dr. Liang looked to Quan Jiu for help.

Quan Jiu took Long Yan's arm and said, "You misunderstood. Dr. Liang just took me for a full body examination and took some blood by the way."

Long Yan frowned slightly, and the cold air around him dissipated a lot.

He looked at Quan Jiu's held arm. The woman's complexion was fair, and there was a faint green color around the pinhole, which was particularly eye-catching.

The tray also contained five test tubes, each filled with black blood. The blood-drawing needle had not yet been processed. A few drops of blood fell on the tray. Matched with the snow-white ceiling and walls, the scene looked shocking.

Dr. Liang noticed that the air-conditioning around him had dissipated. He picked up the test tube and threw the blood-drawing needle into the trash can to destroy the corpse:

"I'll go check out the test results and you guys can talk among yourselves."

After he left, Quan Jiu sniffed and pointed at the needle in the trash can:

"This needle is so thick."

Long Yan glanced at the needle and saw that it was indeed much thicker than the one outside.

"pain."

Quan Jiu pursed his pink lips slightly and looked at Long Yan pitifully.

Long Yan: "..."

Quan Jiu: "My head is a little dizzy."

Long Yan pursed his thin lips tightly, remembering the time she left: "Have you had dinner?"

Quan Jiu shook his head.

Long Yan: "Come down, I'll take you to dinner."

Quan Jiu sat on the operating table and opened his arms: "I feel dizzy and don't want to walk on my own."

Long Yan pursed his thin lips tighter, and just as he was about to say something, Quan Jiu's expression became even more pitiful.

"I've never had so much blood drawn."

Long Yan swallowed the words silently when they reached his lips.

He bent down beside the operating table and said, "Come up."

Quan Jiu smiled and immediately rushed forward.

The man's back was broad and strong, and his steps were solid and steady. He carried her out of the laboratory step by step, ignoring the shocked looks of the guards.

Back in the dormitory, Quan Jiu was a little confused: "Aren't you going to eat?"

Long Yan went to the kitchen, took out the eggs and meat and put them on the cutting board, rolled up his shirt sleeves:

"Egg and shredded pork noodles, can you do that?"

Quan Jiu took a bag of potato chips and ate them at the door of the kitchen. She looked at Long Yan wearing an apron and chopping vegetables, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

She took a piece of potato chips and handed it to Long Yan's mouth. The man frowned slightly:

"I don't eat puffed food..."

Quan Jiu blinked pitifully: "My hand hurts after holding it up for a long time."

Long Yan: "..."

He wasn't sure if she was faking it, but thinking of the blood-stained needles in the trash can, he still opened his mouth to hold the potato chips.

"Is it delicious?" Quan Jiu asked.

"It's unpalatable." Long Yan replied truthfully.

Quan Jiu smiled even more happily.

When the eggs and shredded pork were served, she leaned close to Long Yan, waiting to be fed.

Long Yan gave her a pair of chopsticks.

Quan Jiu's deer eyes were filled with water: "My hand still hurts a little."

Long Yan: "..."

"Ah?" she opened her mouth.

The man expressionlessly picked up the noodles and stuffed them into her mouth.

Tonight's Long Yan seemed to be especially pampering her. Realizing this, Quan Jiu intensified. He stood up from the chair and nestled into Long Yan's arms. He put his arms around his waist and bent his legs on his legs.

Up there, like a huge, boneless baby, lingering.

"There's no heating, it's a bit cold, please lend me a hug for a while."

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, when the temperature dropped to below zero, it was really freezing to hands and feet while sitting in the living room eating without heating.

She was nestled in Long Yan's arms, and she arrogantly wrapped herself in the man's jacket.

Long Yan didn't chase anyone away, picked up the noodles from the bowl and fed them to her mouth.

"Eat it while it's hot."

Quan took a few mouthfuls of wine and suddenly looked up at him: "Have you had dinner?"

Long Yan said nothing.

Quan Jiu got the answer from his silence, put his little hand on the back of his hand, and turned the chopsticks he was holding:

"Let's do this, you take one bite and I take one bite."

Looking into her sparkling gray eyes, Long Yan lowered his eyes slightly, lowered his head and bit his chopsticks.

The bowl of noodles quickly ran out of food.

Quan Jiu lazily took a nap in his arms and burped:

"tasty."

Long Yan held her hand and paused slightly.

Zhou Chi told him in the afternoon that zombies have no sense of taste.

There is no difference between eating delicacies and eating grass.

The woman in her arms narrowed her gray eyes, smiled, and looked as lazy as a kitten that had really eaten a delicious meal.

Long Yan's expression became complicated.

The palm of his hand touched the back of her cold hand, and the man quietly raised his hand, gathered the jacket into his arms, and wrapped the person in his arms tightly.

——Separating line——

What we are saying is that the whole world owes Jiujiu an Oscar.

(End of chapter)