Quick Transmigration: I’m Almost Dead

"Second Lord, Wang Shu let me call you and have dinner."

When the sound was heard, Chen hanged on Qin Feng, Qin Feng held his ass, and his posture was close.

Qiao Mingyue said, "I can't see it, Mr. Zhou is very lively."

Chen was embarrassed. He immediately slid down from Qin Feng. He didn’t know what had been scratched. He hurt him again and again.

Qin Feng’s belt was moved a few inches down by the young man’s cockroaches. He felt that he was suffering from pain, and he wanted to swear and blush his face, and he felt fun.

"No hurries?"

Chen Chong rushed his eyebrows, what do you say? Gua Zizi, are you stupid? !

The atmosphere is weird.

Qin Feng went out with nothing to do.

Qiao Mingyue helped him to take care of his shirt and turned his face to Chen, who said nothing. "Mr. Zhou, don't you come?"

Chen quickly waved his hand, "No, no." Buddy, I have already learned your shadowless sword in the morning, and when I am wounded, we will make another appointment and fight for hundreds of rounds.

Qin Feng frowned, "Do not eat at noon, do not eat at night?"

Chen squinted and said, "I lose weight."

Qin Feng took a look at him. "You are all over the body, and the meat on the **** is reduced?"

"..."

Chen also secretly watched Qiao Mingyue. People did not hesitate to contact Qin Feng for many years, and learned the essence of the whole family. The curvature of the corner of the mouth, the smile of the skin is not the same, exactly the same.

Qiao Mingyue said, "Second Lord, let the kitchen give Mr. Zhou some food for a while, wait for him to eat and eat again."

Chen nodded like garlic, yes, leave it for me, there is a microwave oven.

Seeing that he had no heart, Qin Feng turned and went out.

Chen chased the heel of Qin Feng, "Give me the phone!"

The door was closed and almost kissed his nose.

Chen lay down on the bed, the spiritual food was taken away by Qin Feng, and the hunger came back, and he was paralyzed.

"444, can you turn the quilt into a braised pork sauce?"

"Hey, there is no such skill for the time being."

"Bad review!"

Chen turned over again, his leg was clipped with a quilt, and the meal couldn't be eaten. He wouldn't be foolish enough to rush to join in the fun.

Don't know if you are sold.

Downstairs, Qiao Mingyue is giving Qin Feng Sheng tofu soup, "Second Lord, be careful."

Qin Feng’s hands were placed on the abdomen at random, and the fingers crossed. “How come back one day in advance?”

Qiao Mingyue said, "There is going well there."

In this man's heart, he and Monday belong to a class, are bed partners, the only difference is that he is earlier than Monday, he is not the master of the Qin family, dare not have any pass.

Qiao Mingyue rubbed his eyebrows. In the morning, he didn't think there was anything that could threaten him on Monday. After that scene, he was not sure.

But he can't ask for answers from this man's mouth, starting from other places.

The table was very quiet, Qin Feng inexplicably felt that something was missing, and the food was bad.

He ate a piece of tofu and frowned.

A few of the aunts who cooked the rice suddenly fell apart and the sky collapsed, for fear that those dishes would be poured out.

Qin Feng put down the chopsticks, "Wang Shu, take some food to go to Monday."

Uncle Wang responded and looked at Qiao Mingyue. He couldn’t see any name. He personally took the food and went to the room.

Chen is lying in bed, "Let it."

When Wang Shuyi left, Chen rushed to gorge and smothered the last vegetable leaf into his stomach. He continued to indent into the bed and was weak.

Xiaobie wins a new marriage, next door next door, tonight, the old man must touch the little hand with Joe Gongzi, touch the thigh, play high, play chicken.

"444, I am so bored."

There is no computer, no TV, and it is hard to have a mobile phone. It has also been confiscated.

Chen rolled his face on the pillow.

The sound of the system machinery sounded, "Hey, should Mr. Chen want to listen to a song?"

"I want it!" Chen sat up excitedly. "Come a nunchaku and play it a hundred times."

Listening to his favorite song, he stood on the bed and sang on the pillow with a chicken blood. "Quickly use nunchakus, hip-hop!"

Outside the door, Qin Feng’s face was black.

It’s almost thirty, and it’s the same as a child.

In the evening, Qin Feng was there in Qiao Mingyue. People think that it seems that the new is not as good as the old one.

The newcomer is going to roll out and leave.

The next day, Chen Xiaozhu, who was beaten into the cold palace, went to the building and received a lot of sympathy and poor eyes.

His hair is messy, his beard is not shaved, and in other people's eyes, he is jealous, decadent, and self-destructive.

Qiao Mingyue stood in front of the piano and replaced the casual clothes with a white suit. It was a prince.

"Mr. Zhou, how about sleeping last night?"

Chen yawned again, and his hair on his head was poked, and his spirit was languid. "Not very good."

Qiao Mingyue raised his eyebrows, "Oh?"

Chen and his buttocks sat on the sofa and "made a night dream."

Qiao Mingyue chuckled, "Mr. Zhou can drink a cup of milk before going to bed."

Chen also sneered at him. "Try it next time."

There is a melodious piano sound, and it is a famous pianist. Listening can make people feel comfortable, relax and float in the sky.

Then you can sleep.

Chen yawned one by one, his eyes were wet and looked at the past. Qiao Mingyue’s jade hand was even and slender, his fingers were round and round, and his nails were clean, soft and boneless.

Going there, it’s a piece of art, you can cut it down and collect it for you.

Chen put his hand in his pocket and there was no contrast. There was no harm.

He wandered around the living room and found the target. He quickly found a no-man's corner and repaired the pitted nails.

He thought about it and then slid upstairs to wipe the hand cream. The hardware gap was too big. He didn't have the courage to single-handedly.

Uncle Wang is out of the ghost, "Xiao Zhou, you..."

Chen slammed his back and interrupted him. "Don't say."

Uncle Wang spoke again. "No, Xiao Zhou, you..."

Chen interrupted again. "I know, really, Wang Shu, you really don't have to say." The hand of Joe Joe is jade. I am a chicken paw. I can see it with my eyes.

Wang Shu said in a breath, "This nail clipper is Mr. cut nails."

"..."

I smiled on Monday, "Nothing."

Wang Shu sighed, it seems that this child really likes Mr., unfortunately.

After waiting for the person to leave, Chen took his hand to the front of his nose and smelled it. Well, it was the smell of banknotes.

No, still feel sick, go brush.

He went to the bathroom and heard the conversation in the living room. Qin Feng had to go to the racecourse with Qiao Mingyue.

The water in the hands of Chen Youzhen, the zombies straightened out, waiting to dry naturally. When he heard the words of the racecourse, his mind was all Ma Zhen.

Hey, the island action movie kills the dead.

Behind the voice of Qin Feng, "Go, go to the racecourse and eat again."

Chen blinked again. "I am going too?"

Qin Feng blinked, "Can you not go?"

Chen added, "I won't go."

He grinned. "Second Lord, you have fun with Joe."

The contours of Qin Feng’s face were stretched, and the light was dull and dark, and he left without saying a word.

The back is suffocating and very scary.

Chen is stupid and stupid, I am not going to bother you, you still give me a face.

When the car came out of the iron gate, Chen went to the garden and strolled, so uncomfortable.

Uncle Wang, who is a ghost, has come again. "Xiao Zhou, the second master will let you go to the racecourse."

Chen went to the door and found that he didn't pick up the car. "Going?"

Wang Shu coughed.

To die, Chen looked at his two legs and decisively asked Wang Shu to call and call. "I am wrong."

The voice at the other end is lazy. "Where is it wrong?"

Chen went to the side and whispered, "I just put the wrong position in the buttocks and I changed it back now."

There is a faint smile. "Really changed back?"

"Really, it’s true than gold."

"Wait waiting there."

"Hey!"

Chen was there to stretch his feet and kick the stones. When he was bored, he grabbed a small wild flower and opened it. Today, it’s not me who wants Ma Zhen’s death. It’s me again...

"not me……"

Throwing away a piece, Chen stared at the last petal in his hand, and slammed it into his mouth in the next second. He smiled. "I said, I can't be me."

He rubbed his face, don't be.