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

Chapter 824 Finale 8

Zhou Jing originally didn't want to care, but when he thought of Peng Fei's pitiful look at the landlady, he loosened his hand on the door frame and stepped to follow.

"me and you togather."

The inn was close to an uninhabited area, and many guests came here for her. If something happened, there would be no need to look for a place to dump the body.

Quan Jiu had already reached the stairs and did not refuse when he heard this:

"It's a bit dark, please watch your step."

The two of them opened the door of the inn and walked around to the small iron shed at the back, which was close to the scenic spot. The location of the inn was already remote and desolate, and the night breeze carried a coolness, blowing wildly on Quan Jiu's clothes and long skirt.

The small shed is surrounded by blue iron sheets on all sides, like a sealed container. Once you unlock the door and enter, the large porcelain tank opposite the stove is filled with water.

Quan Jiu pressed the light switch on the wall, and the warm yellow light came on, and explained.

"This place has frequent power outages, so a generator was placed nearby."

Zhou Jing stood on her left side without closing the kitchen door.

The woman scooped the water from the large porcelain vat into the pot and boiled it. She had a really small frame. When she bent down to scoop out the water, due to inconvenience, the cloak on her left shoulder accidentally slipped off, revealing a small section of her fair shoulder.

The other party also noticed this. He took the gourd and pulled the cloak up casually with his other hand. The loose cloak did not return to its original position. His fair shoulders were exposed, and a few scattered hair fell down.

At the collarbone, there is a loose laziness all over the body.

He rubbed his thumb with his index finger, inexplicably wanting to smoke a cigarette. After discovering that there was no cigarette case in his coat pocket, he expressionlessly took his hand out of his pocket. His very coherent movements looked more like his hand to outsiders.

If it's cold, put your hands in your pockets to keep them warm.

Quan Jiu glanced at it lightly, and suddenly took out a pack of cigarettes from the stove.

"Smoke?"

Zhou Jing: "I don't smoke ladies' cigarettes."

Quan Jiu: "It's not a lady's cigarette."

Zhou Jing then came closer and saw that it was the Yellow Crane Tower. He hesitated for a moment and reached out to take the cigarette case. At the moment of handover, their fingertips briefly touched.

Her fingertips were warm, and it seemed as if the hand he had touched was tainted with her fragrance.

The blue natural gas on the stove was burning brightly. He put the cigarette close to the fire, and the cigarette butt soon turned scarlet.

As the smoke filled the air, Zhou Jing thought of something and looked back at her:

"Do you mind if I smoke here?"

Many smokers also don't like secondhand smoke.

Quan Jiu leaned his back on the kitchen counter and stood facing him: "You can do whatever you want."

Zhou Jing took two puffs of cigarette, and gently held the cigarette with his hand: "Tonight's first game of Werewolf, did you already know my cards?"

After struggling all night, he finally asked.

He feels that his hypothesis is absurd, and the idea that his hypothesis is true is even more absurd.

At the end of the first game, he took a look at her card, the prophet. As long as she was willing, he would lose the first game, but she still let him go all the way openly.

Quan Jiu leaned against the kitchen counter bonelessly, lazily covered his lips and yawned, speaking in a perfunctory tone:

"Really? How can I be so prophetic?"

After getting a negative answer, Zhou Jing felt that something had been confirmed.

The water in the pot was boiling. Quan Jiu found a large bathtub and was about to pour the hot water into it. She raised her hands to hold both sides of the pot. The overheated temperature made her suddenly withdraw her hands and take a step back. At the same time,

There was a pulling force on the arm.

Zhou Jing looked at the billowing mist and knew that the pot was hot, but this woman did it without even thinking.

After all, the person followed him out, so he couldn't wait to save him. Just as he was about to pull the person back, he saw that the person in front of him had retreated.

The distance between the two was already close, so she took two steps back and retreated directly into Zhou Jing's arms.

Quan Jiu: “…”

Zhou Jing: “…”

Embarrassingly, he still had one hand on her arm, making it look like he was holding her in his arms.

Zhou Jing did not let go immediately. He glanced down at her and then let go slowly.

"...How did you grow so big?"

After knowing that she was from the imperial capital, he roughly guessed that she was from the second generation of rich people, but he didn't expect that she was so ignorant. It seemed that she was a wealthy young lady who had no fingers in the water.

Quan Jiu was naturally acting deliberately. She stood up straight and moved her back away from the man's strong chest.

The fragrance in his arms left together, Zhou Jing lowered his eyes, touched the cigarette butt against the stone wall, a parabola flashed past, and the cigarette fell steadily into the trash can.

The man naturally bent down and picked up the basin on the ground.

"Let's go back."

Quan Jiu: "Yeah."

The two of them walked back, and as soon as they reached the second floor, they met Peng Fei and others who were out looking for someone.

Peng Fei: "Brother Jing, where are you going? I knocked on the door just now, but no one answered."

The light was too dark, and he only noticed Quan Jiu behind Zhou Jing after he walked in.

"Mrs. Boss, are you there too?" His eyes wandered over Zhou Jing and Quan Jiu, and then he realized, "You guys went out together?"

As soon as the question came out, Xu Yuhan's expression changed as he was standing in the corner.

Quan Jiu smiled: "We happened to meet you. Are you out of heat? I asked just now and I called right away."

Hearing that it was a chance encounter, Xu Yuhan breathed a sigh of relief.

As if to confirm what she said, the incandescent light flashed twice, and the bright light illuminated the dark corridor again.

Quan Jiu bypassed Zhou Jing and went upstairs: "It's getting late, go back and rest."

………

At eight o'clock the next morning, a group of people went downstairs looking sleepy. They had chartered a van yesterday and planned to go to the Hoh Xil Protection Station today.

Han Xun brother and sister were carrying the filming equipment to the car, while Peng Fei was leaning against the counter and chatting with Quan Jiu while drinking coffee.

"Lady boss, please sell me two more bottles of your oxygen tank."

Quan Jiu was playing a game and pointed at the payment QR code: "Fifty for two bottles."

Peng Feima paid the money: "We are not sure whether we can come back tonight, boss lady, please remember to leave the door open for us."

"Why is there such trouble?" Han Xun passed by and asked, "Can you add me on WeChat so that you can let me know in advance if anything happens?"

The corners of Peng Fei's lips curled up, pleased with the tacit understanding between the brothers.

Quan Jiu: "Okay."

Zhou Jing happened to be passing by and watched Quan Jiu take out his phone and add Peng Fei as a friend.

Peng Fei made a note for her as "the most beautiful boss lady": "By the way, boss lady, what's your name? I can make a note for it."

"Quan Liquor."

Peng Fei: "Quanjiu?"

It's a pretty fresh name.

Quanjiu: “Quan of rights.”

Peng Fei raised his eyebrows in surprise: "There are still people named Quan these days?"

This surname is domineering.

Han Xun and others were also surprised. Peng Fei looked at Zhou Jing walking around. In order to prove that he was not alone in his ignorance, he decisively grabbed Zhou Jing.

"Brother Jing, have you heard of this last name?"

(End of chapter)