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

Chapter 847 Finale 31

Little Yuzi stared at the tablet with an expressionless expression.

"Some bad drama."

If it weren't for the fact that his newly established agency wanted to sign the second female lead, he wouldn't have been reduced to watching fairy tale romances.

I have to say that the fairy tale dramas in the past two years have become worse and worse, with the same fairy-like "white mourning clothes". The male and female protagonists patronize the fairy and fall in love. There is no "chivalrous spirit" and "sacrifice for the world".

gas".

Although the Zhou Group's business does not involve the entertainment industry, Zhou Jing has also experienced it from other places and probably knows the subtleties.

"If you don't like it, then watch less of it."

He glanced across the screen inadvertently and caught a glimpse of the male protagonist wearing a black robe and sacrificing his body to a sword. When his soul was shattered into pieces, his head felt like someone had hit him hard with a sap. Under the severe labor pain, he frowned and his body was slightly

Shaking, he took a step back to steady his body.

Little Yuzi raised her eyes and looked at him with concern: "What's wrong?"

In just a few seconds, Zhou Jing's face turned pale, cold sweat overflowed from his forehead, and the broken hair on his forehead was wet.

He didn't hear what Little Yuzi said. His ears seemed to be immersed in water, and everything around him seemed to have a "membrane" and became blurred.

"Don't go there..."

"Qingze..."

"elder brother."

"Seventeen."

There was always someone calling a certain name repeatedly in his ears, and the voices stacked up one after another, making his ear bones numb.

Different memory fragments rushed into his mind like high-speed express trains, out of control. All the vehicles collided with each other, and the car bodies were destroyed and dented, forming a series of car accidents.

Just when he was about to lose track of reality and illusion, a voice as clear as water penetrated all barriers and landed firmly in his ears.

"Fengzui, don't go there."

"..."

Zhou Jing woke up suddenly.

Before opening his eyes, he finally saw the owner of the red figure in the dream.

The man looked back among the thousands of flowers, his sleeves were flying, his eyebrows were lively, and he was far more stunning than the flowers.

There was a white ceiling in front of him, and the smell of disinfectant was pungent. The room was quiet, but Zhou Jing's heart was beating wildly, making a deafening sound.

He raised his hand to cover his chest and took two deep breaths before his rapid heartbeat calmed down.

"Click."

The door to the ward was suddenly pushed open gently from the outside.

Quan Jiu came in with a bowl of porridge and met the man's bottomless black eyes.

She didn't notice anything unusual and approached slowly: "Just woke up?"

Zhou Jing stared at her face silently without saying a word.

Quan Jiu raised his eyebrows: "Are you sick?"

She sat down on the stool next to the hospital bed, and as soon as her butt touched the stool, someone suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her forward violently.

Quan Jiu hurriedly protected the porridge in his hand and complained:

"What did you do? You almost spilled the porridge..."

Zhou Jing held the person in his arms, his voice was a little hoarse because he hadn't drank water for so long.

"If you spill it, I'll pay you another bowl."

Quan Jiu exposed it mercilessly and sneered:

"You don't know how to cook, so don't pretend to be an uncle."

Zhou Jing: "I can."

He hugged the person tighter.

Quan Jiu lay on top of her, smiled, and looked up at him:

"When will you..."

Halfway through her words, she looked into the man's dark eyes and swallowed the rest of her words.

Faced with her sudden silence, Zhou Jing seemed much calmer. He took the porridge bowl from her hand and put it on the bedside table. He lowered his head and carefully checked whether her hands had been burned by the porridge.

He lowered his eyes, and his long and thick eyelashes were like a small fan, reflecting a row of shadows under his eye sockets. After making sure that she was not injured, the man's hand did not let go, holding her with his long five fingers.

The trumpeting hand said in a low voice.

"I can cook whatever you like to eat."

There was no special intention to ask for credit. The man's tone was as calm as water, but there was also a kind of long-lasting affection.

Quan Jiu's eyelashes trembled slightly, he was silent for a moment, and then asked:

"Then tell me, what do I like to eat the most?"

Zhou Jing looked at her familiar features, and a gentle smile flashed through his eyes:

“Wine-wine duck.”

[End of text]

……Dividing line……

The modern part is said to be the main text, but it is actually considered a side story. To me, the main text is over when the Xianxia plane ends.

(End of chapter)