Quick Transmigration: I’m Almost Dead

Chapter 11: big shot (11)

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How to do? Chen You picked his finger, he had to find an excuse to pass this level, his eyes flashed, thinking of something, he pursed his lips to build up his emotions.

"Second Master, I have a mouth ulcer."

Chen You's last sound came out from the tip of his tongue, and the air pressure in the room dropped to the bottom.

As big as the sky is, the shadow area in Qin Feng's heart is as big as it is.

"Second Master, then I will..." Not daring to look at the other person's face, Chen You was afraid that he would not be able to hold back, so he laughed and cried on the spot, he pointed to the door, "I'll go back first, good night."

no respond.

Chen went to the door again, taking two steps, three steps and four steps, unconsciously about to start singing, when he heard a voice behind him, "Stay here."

With his back to Qin Feng, Chen made a grimace again, hehehehehe was afraid that you would not stay.

After a while, he was lying on the bed, big and soft, with his ass sunk in. Rich people really know how to enjoy it.

Chen You rubbed his face against the pillow while disdainful, it was so comfortable.

He yawned, his eyelids drooped, he was so sleepy, let's go to sleep.

There was a sudden voice above my head, "Aren't you afraid of thunder? Still want to sleep?"

"..."

Chen You secretly pulled his eyelids at an angle Qin Feng couldn't see, smeared his saliva, scratched his itchy flesh, and woke up.

He became ruthless, even he was afraid.

"Second Master, I'm usually afraid of thunder and rain, but now that you're here, I feel safe, so I'm not afraid anymore."

Instead of exploring the truth, Qin Feng leaned against the bed and read a book. In the past, on rainy nights like this, he was always doing one thing, waiting for the rain to stop.

Something is different tonight.

An unknown creature broke in from the darkness, full of lies, croaking, and very noisy, but he somehow ate it, and it tasted very good.

As a result, more unexpected situations will appear later.

On such a night, the body has been satisfied and vented, and the soul is clamoring, overwhelming, saying that it is lonely.

The moment the small gap in the soul opened, an unknown creature ran in.

defenseless.

Qin Feng half closed his eyelids, "Little liar, take your dirty paws away."

Chen Youkan, the nails were pitted and pitted by him, and there were several scars on two fingers, which were burnt by a customer with cigarette butts. They looked dirty and ugly, just like Qiao Mingyue, who was rated as the hand of God. No finger can compare.

He sighed worriedly. If he had been, he would have kicked himself and hugged Qiao Mingyue.

Chen You turned over and lay on his stomach, moving around habitually. There was more than one Xia Hong between him and Qiao Mingyue, so why should he play with others

For the sake of the mission, his face was too much to bear.

With a slap, Chen You's ass was spanked, and he pulled the chicken nest head out of the quilt, with a black question mark face.

Qin Feng said indifferently, "Is your butt itchy?"

Chen You blushed, an old pervert.

The rain outside has lightened, and there is a tick-tock sound, like two strange men and women warming each other. The rude and brutal passion has passed, and it has become warmer, which will not stop for a while.

Qin Feng has been reading, and after an unknown period of time, his eyes are dry and tired, and he finds that the people next to him are still staring at the ceiling with their eyes open.

"Why don't you sleep?"

Chen You blinked, "If the second master doesn't sleep, I won't sleep." In fact, he was so sleepy that he was almost mentally retarded.

He bit his tongue indiscriminately to refresh himself, "I will stay with the second master."

Qin Feng said, "Open your mouth."

Chen You pursed his lips tightly, "No."

His jaw was pinched, and he was forced to open his mouth under that terrible force, exposing a bit of scarlet on his tongue.

Qin Feng's expression was indifferent, without any emotion.

Chen You knew that the gentler this old man was most of the time, the more dangerous he was. When he smiled, you were about to cry.

If he laughs out loud, it's over, you need at least one arm.

And when he has no expression, he is in a good mood.

It is now.

Chen You stuck out his tongue and swept across his lower lip. He swore by his innocent personality that his mouth was really dry.

Qin Feng's eyes darkened, "Why did you do this?"

Chen raised his head again, pretending to be stupid and bewildered, "What is the second master asking?"

Qin Feng suddenly didn't want to hear the answer, he clasped the young man's thin shoulders and turned him over.

Covering his face in the pillow, Chen You said, "..."

Qin Feng pressed the thin white back in front of him with one hand, and pulled back the young man's black hair with the other. Those hairs passed through his fingers, and they were unexpectedly soft.

Chen You was moving his nose to inhale and exhale, when he felt the hand on his head stroke his hair.

He froze.

More than two hours later, Chen lay on his stomach like a dead dog.

His body was wet and warm, he stretched his eyelids, turned his head back, the old man was wiping his body, his face was gloomy and puzzled.

"444, wake me up in an hour."

After finishing speaking, he passed out.

An hour later, Chen was awakened by the ding ding in his head again. He turned over with difficulty, put his face on the back of the old man, wrapped his arms around, and patted him like a coaxing child.

Qin Feng's back was stiff.

Scheming boy Chen is online again.

Witnessing the tragic death of his parents in childhood, and the death of his lover in middle school, he closed himself off and became lonely, distorted, cold-blooded, rejecting emotions, and longing at the same time.

Chen You muttered in a daze, "Don't be afraid, there is a brother, and he is here to save you."

The next morning, the butler knocked on the door as usual and delivered the day's newspaper.

Qin Feng has the habit of reading newspapers in the bathroom.

The door opened from the inside, and the butler handed over the newspaper, "Sir..."

The second half of the sentence stopped abruptly when he saw the person in the room.

Chen You scratched his hair, and there were red marks on his face from his arms, "Good morning, Uncle Wang."

Uncle Wang quickly recovered, "Morning."

Not long after, word spread that Chen Xiaozhu was lucky by the emperor last night.

After one night, Chen You's status changed. He ate a hearty breakfast and habitually raised his legs.

The servants all thought, isn't it just a kick, no one has ever had it, it's no big deal.

Qin Feng went out early in the morning, and Chen You had enough to eat and drink, and he was basking in the sun on his stomach in the garden.

After sunbathing for a while, Chen You's butt hurt so much that he couldn't stand it, so he changed to lie down.

"444, is there any ointment with a cracked tube?"

"Ding, yes, Chrysanthemum Spirit."

Chen You likes the name, it's very fresh, "Come here."

"Ding, you need a kindness value of 50."

Chen You cursed and cursed. He flipped through the newspaper and saw a piece of news. A thought flashed in his mind, if I had money, I would build ten or eight elementary schools.

"Ding, congratulations Mr. Chen, your kindness value is +70."

Chen You looked confused, what did I do

An ointment appeared out of nowhere in front of him, with small chrysanthemums all over the top and bottom, and the words "chrysanthemum spirit" on the lid, small and unique.

Chen You hurriedly stuffed it into his pocket and used it next time.

"What happened to me just now, I have 70 good thoughts?"

Automatic reply, "Ding, I'm busy, please leave a message if you have anything to do."

Chen You, "..."

He finished his juice and happened to see two figures, "You two."

The fat man and Zhang Zi pretended not to hear.

Chen raised his eyebrows again, "The fat man and the thin man in front."

The fat man and Zhang Zi stiffened their hair and turned around, grinning brightly.

"Mr. Chen, what's the matter?"

Chen said again, "Can you buy me stinky tofu for five yuan?"

"That's all?"

"Yeah," Chen You smiled, "Don't worry, I won't tell Second Master why you twisted my arm like a toy."

"..."

Qin Feng came back at night,

Uncle Wang, "Sir, there is soup in the kitchen, may I get you a bowl?"

Qin Feng took off his coat, "Okay."

Uncle Wang hung up his coat, and when he went to the kitchen, he seemed to have remembered something, but then forgot.

When Uncle Wang went back to the house and lay down, he remembered what had been forgotten. The young man had diarrhea.

In the room, Chen You heard the sound of the door lock turning, and knew it was Qin Feng, so he didn't go down to greet him, and he didn't have the energy to act.

Qin Feng smelled a strange smell, "Did you pull on the bed?"

Chen You twisted his face.

The quilt was lifted suddenly, revealing the white fat once, and a faint smell of iodophor drifted over.

Qin Feng frowned, "Did you eat something during the day?"

Chen You pretended to be dead, "No."

He didn't want to be killed, he wanted to rest for two days, so he used the most brutal move, killing one thousand enemies and damaging himself nine hundred and ninety-nine.

Qin Feng saw the disposable paper bowls and spicy soup in the trash, "Who bought it for you?"

Chen has revenge, so he betrayed the two muscular men without hesitation to avenge the twisted arms.

Downstairs, the fat man on the night shift shivered with Zhang Zi, they exchanged glances, be good, why is it so cold in summer.

Ten minutes later, the two of them stood in front of their master, trembling.

Qin Feng was writing calligraphy, he wrote calmly, his arms were steady, and his posture was elegant.

The study room was filled with the fragrance of ink, mixed with the fragrance of wood, the fat man and Zhang Zi smelled it, and they were dizzy.

The ball of paper was thrown into the trash, accompanied by a cold voice, "Each gets fifty."

"yes."

Everyone in the house has received news about Fatty and Zhang Zi being punished.

They made a secret note that they don't know whether the husband is serious or not, but the newcomer should not be messed with.

Chen You heard the news two days later. He knew that Qin Feng was completely contrary to his appearance, cruel and bloodthirsty, and the two of them were going to suffer a lot.

Unfortunately, it will be difficult for him to eat stinky tofu again.

Chen Youhuang went to Qin Feng's place and stared at the evil thoughts above his head. It has been several days, why is it still ten, not a single decimal point missing

He went downstairs, turned into the kitchen, grabbed a pair of servants' aprons, and made Qin Feng a loving breakfast.

A bowl of scallion noodles.

Chen also removed a few shallots from Qin Feng's bowl, which he kept specially.

Sometimes, after hours of exhaustion, the effect is not as good as the previous minute.

"I'm not bragging, I can open a noodle restaurant with my skills, try it."

Qin Feng was still in an indescribable state, and his expression was also unfathomable.

Chen You smiled, "Second Lord, I haven't eaten a bite yet, and there is no saliva on the chopsticks."

Qin Feng raised his eyes, meaning unclear.

Chen You kept smiling, and said seriously, "Really, I didn't eat a bite, I lied to you as a puppy."

Under the shocked gaze of Uncle Wang and his servants, Qin Feng picked up the chopsticks.

"I remember you are twenty-six, how come you are the same as seventeen or eighteen." So childish that you may not be able to find one out of ten thousand.

Chen You rolled his eyes, I'll be eighteen forever, can't I

The bowl of noodles was eaten by Qin Feng, and there was only soup base left. When the servants cleaned up, he was so surprised that he almost knocked over the bowl.

Lunch is still made by Chen You, garlic eggplant, soy beans in sauce, cumin potatoes, steamed tofu with double pepper, enoki mushroom tomato soup, delicious in color and fragrance.

That year, he didn't get into college and went to work in his uncle's restaurant. He fell in love with a girl who was an apprentice. He didn't catch up with her, so he learned this skill.

Chen You watched Qin Feng eat the food, and as he watched, the evil thought value on the other side's head became 9.99.

He blinked, really less.

But why only 0.01 less? Chen Youtuyan, it's hard to make a table, okay

"eat more."

Chen You picked vegetables for Qin Feng, and they piled up into a hill in a short while. In the eyes of outsiders, he was just a parent who worried about his child's poor food and nutrition, which would affect his development.

The onlookers lowered their heads, picked up the dropped chin and pressed it on. Look, what a warm and loving picture.

They can still see each other in their lifetime.

Mr. Qiao's ten fingers don't touch Yangchun water. The newcomer can cook with his own hands. The husband likes to eat. Judging by the amount of vegetables he picks up, he is not a general favorite.

At this point, the newcomer wins.

After Mr. Qiao came back, he was afraid that there would be a bloody battle.

After the meal, Qin Feng drank tea. He couldn't remember how long he hadn't eaten so much. The last time his parents were around, the food at home also tasted like this.

He took off his glasses, pinched the bridge of his nose, "How long have you been in Gold?"

Chen started snapping his fingers again.

Qin Feng's forehead twitched, "How long?"

"I was disturbed by you, Second Master," Chen You sighed, "I will count again."

Qin Feng said coldly, "Go for a physical examination tomorrow."

Chen You rolled his eyelids up, "Stupid, if I'm really sick, you've already been infected based on the number of holes you've punched."

Qin Feng's tone was gentle, "What are you mumbling about?"

Chen You's scalp tingled, and his face was full of concern, "Second Master, I mean you ate all the enoki mushrooms in that bowl of soup by yourself, take it easy when you go to the toilet, and don't block the toilet."

Qin Feng's face was dark.