The butcher with the chainsaw outside the door also seemed to know that he was no longer intimidating.
Tomorrow night, Cheng and Qi Yi will have complicated faces, Qing Huan will be spoiled, and Nan Yang's ears will be red.
The air was silent for two seconds.
Qi Yi said leisurely, "Is it popular to trick dogs into killing them?"
Cheng Cheng sighed a long sigh tomorrow night, how could she not be as lucky as her ancestor, she can be with the person she likes smoothly, the beginning is the magic operation of marriage, she caught up without any hindrance, and then all the time Moments are greasy crooked.
The butcher seemed to have returned to his room, and there was no more sound of the chainsaw outside.
Nanyang raised his hand and pulled the door bolt, pushed open the door, and looked at Ming Wancheng: "You go out first."
Tomorrow night, of course Cheng and Qi Yi knew what she wanted to do, and hurriedly scurried out of the cubicle. It was enough to experience eating dog food at close range once in a lifetime.
Waiting for the other people to walk away, Nanyang looked at the camera above again, and commanded lightly, "Turn over."
The red light of the camera flickered, and the helplessness of the staff could be felt through a cold machine. The dark lens was lifted up and slowly turned to the side, so that the shooting picture was fixed on the dirty water tank.
Nanyang retracted his gaze with satisfaction, lowered his arms against his side, leaned against the wall, fixedly looked at Qing Huan, and spit out two words:
"kiss Me."
Looking at her operation, Qing Huan's eyes widened in shock.
"We are recording a show now." She reminded Nanyang.
Nanyang was unmoved: "But you just kissed."
Qing Huan explained: "It was just a whim."
"It's also your responsibility on a whim." Nanyang replied solemnly, "It's because of your whim that I want to kiss now, so you have to be responsible."
Qing Huan was speechless.
She looked up and made sure that the camera was not shooting here, she smiled and sighed, and approached Nanyang. She put her hand on the top of Nanyang's hair first, stroking it for a moment, then moved it down behind her ear and gently hooked it forward, kissing the cold lips.
Nanyang closed his eyes, hugged Qinghuan's waist, lowered his head and kissed her back gently.
They seemed to be back when they were secretly kissing in the toilet at the Roast Duck Restaurant. I don't know why, they can't help but make out in such strange places.
Outside the cubicle, Qi Yi was speechless with his hands in his arms, and Cheng squatted on the ground tomorrow night and poked a bedbug corpse with a broken wooden stick.
When he thought of what the two people in the compartment were doing, Qi Yi couldn't help blushing a little. After being cut off from sight, people couldn't help but make various brain supplements, and all kinds of messy pictures flooded into his mind.
"Alas," Ming Wancheng, who was squatting on the side, sighed suddenly, his tone full of resentment, "the fun is theirs, I have nothing."
Qi Yi almost laughed: "Acheng, you can actually recite the classic sentence of "Moonlight on the Lotus Pond"?"
"This is actually a sentence from "Moonlight on the Lotus Pond"," Cheng Ming sighed deeply again, "I thought it was from "Les Miserables."
Qi Yi held back a smile, walked to Ming night, bent down and pulled her arm, "Get up, don't squat, dirty or not."
Cheng stood up obediently tomorrow night, Qi Yi took the wooden stick in her hand that had been poked with bedbugs and threw it away, and told her to go to the sink to wash her hands.
Cheng obediently went to the sink tomorrow night, and when he turned on the faucet, the blood sprayed from a pipe almost splashed all over her.
The props group is really awesome.
The two people here were fighting against the blood-spraying faucet. The two people in the compartment seemed to have had enough tossing. The wooden door was opened with a creak.
"We're done kissing."
she said lightly.
Her expression was too serious, as if announcing that a solemn and great task had been honorably accomplished.
Tomorrow night, both Cheng and Qi Yi's faces were smeared with a little blood, and they looked at the two bright and beautiful women who came out of the cubicle in a rather embarrassed way. Qi Yi took off the gold wire glasses and wiped off the blood spots on the hem of the clothes. His expression was already a little twitchy, "I'll go back after the kiss, I really don't want to stay in this ghost place for a second!"
"Um."
Nanyang returned to each compartment, took out three large packages, and asked Ming Wancheng to help carry one, while she carried two by herself. Qinghuan wanted to help her carry it, but she didn't let it out, only lowered her voice and said, "I can carry it."
The four returned along the corridor. The butcher had already returned to his room. When they passed the iron door that blocked the chainsaw cutting bones, several people took their steps lightly.
They were the first to arrive in Room 3. During the delay in the toilet, Bai Jinqiu and Cen Ziyan had already unlocked the password of Room 3, but they did not come out. Cen Ziyan was obviously very scared, so Bai Jinqiu could only wait in the room by her. . Hearing that the other people finally returned, they carefully opened the door a little and motioned for the four to enter.
Room 1 is full of spiders and room 2 is full of dry ice. There is really no better place than room 3 at this time. Several people entered Room 3 one after another, and the room of more than ten square meters suddenly became crowded. After Nanyang put down the package, he grabbed the bloody dummy on the hospital bed with one hand, dragged it to the door, and threw it out neatly.
Her movements are very smooth. When dragging the dummy, the straight curve of her back reveals a cool and cool look. For a time, Qing Huan, Cen Ziyan, and Ming Wancheng all looked at her with admiration.
This kind of woman is so attractive to the little sister.
Bai Jinqiu looked at Cen Ziyan's gaze towards Nanyang, with a bit of displeasure in his eyes, and said coldly, "Yanyan."
Cen Ziyan trembled like a frightened bird, and looked at Bai Jinqiu cowardly: "Auntie..."
"Come here." Bai Jinqiu said expressionlessly.
Cen Ziyan immediately walked to Bai Jinqiu's side, clasping her hands together, not daring to look at Bai Jinqiu's face, wearing a delicate wedding ring on her crossed fingers. Bai Jinqiu raised his hand and embraced her, and on the hand on her shoulder, there was an identical pair of rings.
Qing Huan stared at Cen Ziyan's trembling hands, in a trance, there was an illusion that what was worn between Cen Ziyan's fingers was not a wedding ring, but a pair of heavy shackles.
Unable to allow her to think more, Nanyang interrupted her thoughts: "Open the package and take a look."
Only then did a few people set their sights on a few large packages brought back from the toilet. The surface of the package was marked with numbers, and they consciously took their own share according to their room number.
The place was originally small, so Nanyang and Qinghuan went to the corner to look at the packages in order not to crowd other people.
The zipper was opened, and Nanyang reached in and touched it. When he touched the foreign object, his expression was instantly puzzled. She took out her slender hand, holding her notebook with various recipes between her fingers.
In addition to her notebook, there is also the script of the next drama that Qing Huan has been watching for the past few days, which seems to be for them to kill time. At the bottom was a stack of bulging things. They took it out and unfolded it, and found that it was actually a sleeping bag.
Inside each package was a sleeping bag, as well as some of their personal belongings.
Bai Jinqiu got a copy of "Crime and Punishment", Cen Ziyan got an MP4, and Qi Yi got his own lesson plan.
Tomorrow night, Cheng got a copy of "Five-year college entrance examination and three-year simulation".
A 0.5 black ink gel pen is also thoughtfully pinned on the purple May 3 cover.
"What is this for??" Tomorrow night, Cheng Cheng held the book of Wusan with tears in his eyes, "I'm here to record a show and still won't let me go?"
Qing Huan noticed another important thing.
"Sleeping bags were given, indicating that I might need to stay overnight," Qing Huan whispered to Nanyang, "but for six people, only three sleeping bags were given."
Nanyang opened the sleeping bag and glanced at it, his expression as usual: "We can sleep together."
"Are you so sure you can sleep two people?"
"I don't know about others," Nan Yang looked at Qing Huan, "You and I can definitely do it."
Qing Huan said "yo", "Why are you so sure?"
Nanyang put down the sleeping bag and gestured to Qing Huan earnestly, "Your shoulders are so wide," she compared her hands to a length, "the waist is so wide," her hands shrank, making a slender circumference , "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," Nanyang shook his head solemnly, "Absolutely exactly."
Qing Huan looked at her suspiciously, "Why do you know so well? I don't remember you helping me measure this..." After a pause, she seemed to suddenly realize, "Ah—are you taking advantage of me while I'm sleeping— "
"No," Nanyang denied immediately, "I didn't."
She really didn't go overboard. For three thousand years, Qinghuan looked the same when she turned into an adult. She had the same face and body. She watched it for three thousand years, and every detail of this body was deeply embedded in her mind. Very easy.
Qing Huan tutted: "I can't see, you are such a decent person on weekdays, you would actually do this when I wasn't paying attention..."
"I really didn't," Nan Yang explained quickly, "I won't offend you without your permission."
Seeing that she was really anxious, Qinghuan laughed, "Okay, I know, you are such an old-fashioned person, and I know you don't dare." She glanced at the camera above her head again, leaned a little closer, the back of her hand He found the transmitter behind him, turned off the microphone on his body temporarily, and went around Nanyang's waist to turn off her microphone as well. Then, she said in a voice that only the two of them could hear:
"But, I dare to offend you."
Nanyang raised his eyes and looked at her for unknown reasons.
Qing Huan blinked, with a heart-pounding look on her brows: "When you were asleep, I sneaked you... many times."
Nanyang glanced at a few people who were studying sleeping bags not far away, panic in his eyes.
What is the etiquette of what everyone said before about the bed
Qing Huan noticed her nervousness, pursed her lips and smiled, leaned a little closer, and murmured in Nanyang's red ears:
"I've touched it all over my body."