I, Qing Huan

The butcher with the chainsaw outside the door seemed to know that he had no deterrent effect at the moment, and pretended to stroll around the first two compartments, and then dragged the chainsaw away from the toilet.

Tomorrow night Cheng and Qi Yi have complex faces, Qing Huan's face is petting, and Nanyang's ears are red.

The air was silent for two seconds.

Qi Yi said leisurely: "Is it popular in this era to trick dogs into killing?"

Tomorrow night Cheng sighed for a long time. How could she not have the luck of her ancestors, and be able to be with the person she likes smoothly. The beginning is the magic operation of marriage, and she chased her hands without any hindrance, and then every moment Engraved is tired and crooked.

The butcher seemed to have returned to his room, and there was no sound of a chainsaw outside.

Nanyang lifted his hand to unlock the door bolt, pushed open the door, and looked towards Mingwan Cheng: "You go out first."

Tomorrow night Cheng and Qi Yi certainly knew what she wanted to do, and they rushed out of the cubicle, eating dog food at close range and experiencing it once in a lifetime.

Waiting for the idlers to clear away, Nanyang looked at the camera above again and faintly ordered: "Turn around."

The red light of the camera flashed, and the helplessness of the staff could be felt through an icy machine. The black hole lens was lifted up and slowly turned to the side, so that the shooting picture was fixed on the dirty water tank.

Nan Yang retracted his gaze with satisfaction, hung his arms against his side, leaned against the wall, fixedly looking at Qinghuan, and uttered two words:

"kiss Me."

Qing Huan's eyes widened a little astonished as she watched her operation of passing clouds and flowing water.

"We are recording a show now, anyhow." She reminded Nanyang.

Nan Yang was unmoved: "But you just kissed."

Qing Huan explained: "That was just a whim."

"You have to be responsible for a whim." Nanyang replied solemnly, "Because of your whim, I want to kiss now, so you have to be responsible."

Qinghuan was speechless.

She looked up and made sure that the camera was not shooting here, so she smiled and sighed and moved closer to Nanyang. She put her hand on the top of Nanyang's hair and rubbed it for a while, then moved it down behind her ears and gently hooked forward and kissed her cold lips.

Nan Yang closed his eyes, hugged Qing Huan's waist, lowered his head and kissed her gently.

They seemed to be back when they secretly kissed in the toilet in the roast duck restaurant. I don't know why, they can't help but affectionate in such a strange place.

Outside the compartment, Qi Yi held his hands in his hands and looked speechless. Tomorrow night Cheng squatted on the ground holding a broken wooden sign and poked a bug's body.

Thinking of what the two people were doing in the cubicle, Qi Yi couldn't help blushing. After being cut off, people couldn't help making various brain supplements, and all the messy pictures poured into his mind.

"Oh," Ming Wancheng, who was squatting on the side, sighed suddenly, with a full of resentment, "The excitement is theirs, I have nothing."

Qi Yi almost laughed: "Acheng, can you recite the classic sentence of "Lotus Pond Moonlight"?"

"This is actually a sentence from "Lotus Pond Moonlight"," Cheng sighed deeply tomorrow night, "I thought it was from "Les Miserables"."

Qi Yi held back a smile, walked to the next night, bent over and pulled her arm, "Get up, don't squat, it's not dirty."

Tomorrow night Cheng stood up obediently, Qi Yi took the wooden stick that had been stabbed with the bug in her hand and threw it away, asking her to wash her hands in the sink.

Tomorrow night Cheng obediently went to the side of the sink. When she turned on the faucet, the blood from a pipe almost splashed her all over.

The prop set is really amazing.

The two people here were fighting with the blood-spraying faucet. The two people in the compartment seemed to have tossed enough. The wooden door was opened with a "creak", and Nan Yang pulled Qing Huan's clothes and walked out neatly, looking calm.

"We are done kissing."

She said lightly.

Her expression was too serious, as if she was announcing that a solemn and great task was gloriously completed.

Ming night Cheng and Qi Yi were thrown with a little blood on their faces, looking at the two glamorous women coming out of the cubicle in a rather embarrassing manner. Qi Yi took off the gold wire glasses and rubbed the blood spots on the clothes hem, his expression was already a little twitched, "I will go back after the kiss, I really don't want to stay in this horrible place for a second!"

"Ok."

Nanyang returned to each compartment, took out three large packages, asked Ming Wancheng to help carry one, and she carried two by herself. Qing Huan wanted to help her carry it, but she didn't let it go. She lowered her voice and said, "I can carry it."

The four people returned along the corridor. The butcher had already returned to his room. When they passed the iron door where the chainsaw was cutting bones, they all eased their steps.

They first arrived in Room 3. While waiting in the toilet, Bai Jinqiu and Cen Ziyan had already solved the code for room 3, but they did not come out. Cen Ziyan was obviously scared, and Bai Jinqiu could only wait in the room with her. . When they heard the other people finally return, they opened the door carefully and motioned for the four people to enter.

Room 1 is full of spiders, and room 2 is full of dry ice. There really is no better place to go than room 3. Several people entered room 3 one after another, and the more than a dozen flat rooms suddenly became crowded. After Nanyang put down the package, he held the **** hula stubble dummy on the hospital bed with one hand, dragged it to the door and threw it out neatly.

Her movements are very smooth, and when she drags the dummy, the straight curve of her back reveals a cool and cold look. For a while, Qing Huan, Cen Ziyan, and Ming Wancheng all looked at her with admiring eyes.

This kind of woman is so attractive to the younger sister.

Bai Jinqiu looked at Cen Ziyan's gaze towards Nanyang, a bit of displeasure appeared in his eyes, and said coldly: "Yanyan."

Cen Ziyan shook like a frightened bird, and looked at Bai Jinqiu cowardly: "Auntie..."

"Come here." Bai Jinqiu said blankly.

Cen Ziyan immediately walked to Bai Jinqiu's side, twisted her hands together, afraid to look at Bai Jinqiu's face, and wore a delicate wedding ring on her crossed fingers. Bai Jinqiu raised her hand to embrace her, and the hand on her shoulder had exactly the same ring.

Qing Huan stared at Cen Ziyan's trembling hands, with an illusion in a daze. It seemed that what was worn between Cen Ziyan's fingers was not a wedding ring, but a pair of heavy shackles.

Cannot tolerate her thinking too much, Nan Yang interrupted her thoughts aloud: "Open the package and have a look."

Only then did a few people focus on the large packages that were brought back from the toilet. The surface of the package was marked with numbers, and they consciously took their share according to their room number.

The place was originally small. In order not to crowd other people, Nanyang and Qinghuan walked to the corner to look through the package.

The zipper opened and Nan Yang reached in and touched it. When he touched the foreign object, his expression was momentarily confused. She pulled out her slender hand, and pinched her notebook with various recipes between her fingers.

In addition to her notebook, there is also a script for the second part of the play that Qing Huan has been watching these days, which seems to be for them to kill time. At the bottom was a pile of bulging things. They took it out and unfolded it and found that it was actually a sleeping bag.

Each package contains a sleeping bag and some of their personal belongings.

Bai Jinqiu got a copy of Crime and Punishment, Cen Ziyan got an MP4, and Qi Yi got his lesson plan.

And tomorrow night Cheng got a copy of "Five-year College Entrance Examination and Three-year Simulation".

There is also a 0.5 black ink gel pen on the purple Wusan cover.

"What is this going to do?" Tomorrow night, I wanted to cry without tears, holding the book of Wusan, "I'm here to record a show and I won't let me go?"

Qing Huan noticed another important thing.

"Giving sleeping bags, it means that you may need to stay overnight here," Qing Huan said in a low voice to Nan Yang, "but for six people, only three sleeping bags were given."

Nan Yang opened the sleeping bag and took a look, his face was as usual: "We can sleep together."

"Are you so sure you can sleep two people?"

"I don't know about others," Nanyang looked towards Qinghuan, "I and you can definitely do it."

Qing Huan said "Yo", "Why are you so sure?"

Nanyang put down his sleeping bag and sternly compared Qinghuan with a gesture, "Your shoulders are so wide," her hands are longer than her length, "waist is so wide," her hands shrank, and her circumference was thinner , "The buttocks are..."

Qing Huan hurriedly pressed her hand down and quickly glanced at the camera in the corner of the room, "Don't talk nonsense."

"It's not nonsense," Nan Yang shook his head solemnly, "absolutely not bad."

Qing Huan looked up at her suspiciously, "Why do you know so clearly? I don't remember that you helped me measure this..." After a pause, she seemed to realize that, "Ah-did you sleep while I was asleep? When—"

"No," Nanyang denied immediately, "I don't."

She really hasn't overstepped the distance. For three thousand years, when Qing Huan turned into an adult, she looked the same, with the same face and body. She looked at it for three thousand years, and every detail of this body was deeply embedded in her mind. It's easy.

Qing Huan sighed, "I don't see it, you are such a decent person in your daily life, actually doing this when I am not paying attention..."

"I really didn't," Nan Yang explained hurriedly, "I will not offend you without your permission."

Qing Huan saw that she was really anxious, and laughed out, "Okay, I know, you are so old-fashioned, I want to know you dare not." She glanced at the camera above her head and moved closer, the back of her hand I found the transmitter behind me, temporarily turned off the microphone on my body, and went around Nanyang's waist and turned off her microphone. Then, she said in a voice that only the two of them could hear:

"But, I dare to offend you."

Nan Yang raised his eyes and looked at her unknownly.

Qing Huan blinked her eyebrows, and there was a heart-stirring look on her eyebrows: "When you were asleep, I had stolen you... many times."

Nan Yang glanced at the few people who were studying sleeping bags not far away, and there was a panic in his eyes.

Everyone talked about the bedclothes before, what kind of style is this?

Qing Huan noticed her nervousness, pursed her lips and smiled, moved closer, and muttered in Nanyang's red ear:

"I have touched all over my body."