The tie was untied, and Chi Yue's fingers fell on the buttons of Zhuang Baihua's shirt.
Zhuang Baihua looked like she was possessed by a poison. She lowered her eyes and looked confusedly at the person in the red dress in front of her. Chi Yue had a calm expression on her face, but her fingers moved nimbly.
The top two buttons of the shirt broke free from their restraints, and a hole instantly appeared in the white clothing, revealing the exciting lines inside.
It is moist and smooth, rising and falling with your breathing, and is as beautiful as the softest jade.
Zhuang Baihua supported himself on the bed, exerting force with his arms, mobilizing the muscles of his entire upper body. Chi Yue pulled out Zhuang Baihua's tie, wrapped it around his hand, and looked down at the beautiful sight of his shirt collar vaguely visible.
Just seeing the curvature of the edge of the muscle made Chi Yue's head and nose feel hot.
He couldn't help but raise his head to calm down and avoid losing his composure.
Zhuang Baihua suddenly came back to his senses, stood up from the bed, tugged at his clothes, blushed, and said uncomfortably, "What are you doing? Why are you unbuttoning my clothes?"
At that moment, she seemed to be possessed, bewitched by Chi Yue's voice, and let his fingers stroke from her tie to her buttons.
It was strange that he hadn't agreed to wear a skirt until I thought about it.
Zhuang Baihua came to her senses and the more she thought about it, the more outrageous it became. She took the black silk skirt aside and said, "After thinking about it, I realized there's no need to listen to what those Russians say."
Chi Yue and Zhuang Baihua shrank back and changed their strategy. With their eyes wide open and lips pursed, they said, "I'm already wearing it, so why don't you wear it? We agreed that you should accompany me."
Zhuang Baihua: "…Don't act like a spoiled brat."
Chi Yue knelt on the bed, groping for Zhuang Baihua's shirt, but she had the desire but not the courage to do it. In fact, she was very timid. She stared at the skin under the shirt and drooled, but she didn't dare to put her hand in.
On the one hand, I still feel a little embarrassed, and on the other hand, I am afraid of offending the beauty.
"If we don't wear them, the Russians won't let us go." Chi Yueban was pressed on Zhuang Baihua and couldn't get up. "Maybe even Wei Congsen can't do anything about it."
Zhuang Baihua didn't know that Chi Yue treated him as a "beauty" in her heart. Chi Yue's words reminded him that this cross-dressing plot was really abrupt. Perhaps it was the plot of the original book.
The more Zhuang Baihua thought about it, the more this seemed possible. After all, playing in women's clothing fits the bloody and exciting style of the original book. In the original book, Chi Yue had to change into women's clothing. Then Wei Congsen arrived, and seeing Chi Yue in a skirt, she would probably go crazy again.
Therefore, in order to advance the plot, Chi Yue had to wear the skirt, otherwise Wei Congsen would not appear in the plot.
But the problem now is that Chi Yue has already put on her clothes, so why hasn’t Wei Congsen arrived yet
Zhuang Baihua looked at Chi Yue, who was wearing a red dress and kneeling with her legs crossed, without any burden, and wondered if he should be counted this time because he participated in the plot
Chi Yue's expression changed from time to time, and then she relaxed a little. She took out two suits from the pile of skirts beside her and said to Zhuang Baihua, "If you don't like the one just now, how about this one?"
Zhuang Baihua looked over and found that he had picked out a new set of skirt that was more professional, with a short jacket on the upper body and a one-step skirt on the lower body.
This is much easier to accept than the black stockings just now.
Zhuang Baihua stared at the skirt and began to struggle internally. He was worried that delaying would be of no use. Wei Congsen was late and his positioning device had been taken away, so it would take some time for others to find them.
Just like Chi Yue said, you have to wear it anyway, so just wear it openly and be done with it. It won’t make you lose any weight anyway.
But, but…
The blush on Zhuang Baihua's face deepened, his brows were slightly furrowed, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and he looked very distressed.
He has a handsome face, one that can be described as handsome and handsome, with a straight nose and thin lips that have a bead on their lips, which highlights his generosity and makes people want to get close to him.
Zhuang Baihua was a very strict person, but the blush on his cheek at this moment revealed the uncertainty and shyness in his heart.
The more upright one is, the more itchy one feels; the more abstinent one is, the more one wants to mess things up. Chi Yue watched the redness on Zhuang Baihua's face gradually spread to his neck, and then got into his open shirt. When Zhuang Baihua moved, the muscles wrapped in the shirt rose and fell, and the pink...
Chi Yue suddenly thought of the metaphor used in elementary school: a broad mind is like the gentle waves of the sea, swaying...
He covered his nose and handed the skirt in his hand to Zhuang Baihua: "Try it."
Zhuang Baihua gritted his teeth, took the skirt, and said to Chi Yue, "Turn around."
Chi Yue was a little reluctant, but was afraid that Zhuang Baihua would be shy, so she could only slowly turn her back and sit down beside the bed.
There was a rustling sound behind him, and Zhuang Baihua seemed to be taking off his clothes.
All of a sudden, Chi Yue's face turned red.
Since he couldn't see but could only hear the sound, he couldn't help but associate it with other things. Beautiful images played in his mind like a carousel, making Chi Yue blush.
After a while, the sound faded, and Zhuang Baihua said, "Okay."
Chi Yue was full of expectation but also a little shy. She turned around carefully and was stunned when she saw Zhuang Baihua's appearance.
Chi Yue: “?”
Zhuang Baihua did take off his clothes, but only his outer suit, leaving his shirt on. Then he put on the women's coat.
The cuffs and collar were inlaid with white lace, and there was a pearl flower on the chest. It was obviously a short, fashionable, mature-style women's clothing, but when Zhuang Baihua draped it on her shoulders, she looked like a township entrepreneur.
Zhuang Baihua waved his hand and said, "That's all."
Chi Yue was struggling: "Where's the skirt?"
"Forget about the skirt." Zhuang Baihua answered firmly and would never give in again.
Just at this moment there was a loud noise coming from outside, as if someone was smashing something.
Zhuang Baihua was delighted: "Wei Congsen is here."
It really worked. As soon as I put on this dress, the plot started to move forward.
Her hopes were completely dashed, the blush on Chi Yue's face faded, and she turned towards the door of the room expressionlessly.
The next moment, the door was pushed open and Wei Congsen rushed in.
But at this moment, Wei Congsen was very abnormal. His eyes were red, his teeth were bared, and his expression was ferocious, like a ferocious beast.
It was obvious at a glance that he had transformed again.
Zhuang Baihua's heart sank. It took a lot of effort to get Wei Congsen's mental illness back to normal, but now it relapsed. There was a high possibility that all the previous efforts would be wasted.
The Russian followed Wei Congsen in and tried to grab Wei Congsen, but Wei Congsen turned around and punched the Russian hard, left and right.
Several people immediately became entangled in a ball.
It's just that the Russians didn't want to hurt Wei Congsen, so they tried to defend themselves and catch him at the same time. Wei Congsen didn't care so much and just attacked the man's head and other vital parts.
People kept coming in from behind, and suddenly the bedroom was filled with muscular men.
The strong men pushed each other and inevitably bumped into their own people. The Russians had hot tempers and would subconsciously hit back when they were hit, regardless of who hit them.
So in the small room, muscular men were waving their fists with all their might, their strong bodies and flying sweat were everywhere, it was noisy and chaotic.
Zhuang Baihua and Chi Yue stood aside and watched. Occasionally, someone would accidentally come over. Chi Yue would push the person back and protect Zhuang Baihua. The two of them kept backing away and looking for cover behind the furniture.
Wei Congsen fought even harder in the crowd, his eyes were bloodshot, he roared loudly, and kicked and punched wildly.
Zhuang Baihua didn't care about other people, but looked at Wei Congsen with worry.
The paranoid boss who was almost cured with great difficulty has become crazy again, which is infuriating.
At this time, the man in a suit who could speak Chinese squeezed over, pulled Zhuang Baihua and Chi Yue, pointed at Wei Congsen and said, "Go and make him stop!"
Chi Yue spread out his hands, indicating that he could do nothing to help.
The man in the suit glared at him: "You are Natasha."
What he meant was that since she had changed into women's clothes, she had become Natasha, and she should hurry to appease Wei Congsen.
Chi Yue smiled lazily, turned around and shouted loudly: "Wei Congsen!"
Although Wei Congsen was mad, he understood his own name. He turned his head to look at Chi Yue. Chi Yue lifted up her red skirt and shook it, like a Spanish bullfighter waving a red cloth.
Wei Congsen's mad bull immediately went even crazier, baring his teeth and rushing over here, pushing the Russians around him to the ground one by one.
Then Chi Yue pointed at Zhuang Baihua and asked Wei Congsen to look at Zhuang Baihua's coat. The result was the same, there was no effect.
Man in suit: “…”
"You are liars!" The man in the suit was so angry that he couldn't speak Mandarin properly.
Zhuang Baihua said confidently: "You kidnapped us here without permission, and we haven't come to you to settle the score yet."
But no matter what, we have to find a way to calm Wei Congsen down.
Zhuang Baihua did not believe that the treatment efforts during this period were ineffective, and said to Wei Congsen: "Have you forgotten what you once said? You once said that you hope to start over and live a normal life."
"You come here and meet those ordinary people, in the park, around you, they all live seriously, and you can do the same, as long as you control yourself."
"You have tried so hard to control yourself. You have paid so much. Are you willing to let it go to waste?"
"I know you are in pain, and no one can bear this hardship for you, but there is an old Chinese saying that if God wants to give a man a great responsibility, he must first make his heart suffer. There is also an old saying that a sword is sharpened by grinding, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. The only one who can save yourself is yourself. Think about those who have helped you, think about Dr. Zhao, think about your employees, and think about us."
Zhuang Baihua glanced at Chi Yue as he spoke, and Chi Yue stared at him straight.
Although women's clothing may be exciting, Chi Yue feels that Zhuang Baihua, who is giving a speech here and trying to influence the madman, is equally sexy.
After hearing what Zhuang Baihua said, Wei Congsen slowed down his movements, the speed of his punches slowed down, and the strength also decreased.
Zhuang Baihua continued, "Sometimes, people are just one step away. If you take the wrong step, you will reach a cliff, but if you take the right step, you will reach a broad road. Now the road is right under your feet. It is up to you to choose which way to go."
Wei Congsen staggered and blinked in confusion.
Zhuang Baihua didn't think it worked, so he quickly said to the man in a suit next to him, "Sing Katyusha quickly."
Man in suit: “?” I don’t understand.
Zhuang Baihua glared at him, then took the stage himself and started singing: "Just as the pear blossoms are blooming all over the sky, and soft gauze is floating on the river..."
Man in suit: “…” Now I understand.
Wei Congsen stopped completely.
All the Russians present heard the familiar tune and, like Wei Congsen, stopped fighting.