Chapter 130

"I stink of you."

was eaten stinky tofu, and he was tuckus, stinking tofu. Cheng Cheng exploded thoroughly, and stretched his elbow to make complaints about Qi Yan's stomach, and then stepped on his foot.

"Shit!"

Frustrated on both sides, Qi Yan did not know whether to cover his stomach or his feet.

Cheng Cheng took the big red umbrella that almost fell from his hand and rushed out quickly.

"Auntie, I have learned self-defense, which is specially used to deal with your abnormal use. I will take away the umbrella. If you are so short of love, you should be well drenched in the rain and sober up." Cheng Orange spits out his tongue playfully.

Leave Qi Yan and go to the exit.

The heavy rain fell on Qi Yan, cold and piercing.

He covered his stomach for a long time and couldn't speak. His face was red and purple. The top seemed to pierce a hole in his stomach. "You..."

What kind of woman is this? She is as strong as a cow.

Outside the scenic spot.

Cheng Cheng Cheng reaches for the car. No one passing by wants to stop at her feet. Instead, she runs faster.

Asked several taxis, back to the city's prices are sky high, clearly want to black her money.

She is just a poor and dying third-class cartoonist who hasn't got the first installment of cartoon. Where can she afford such an expensive car.

Holding the big red umbrella, standing in place, stepping on the puddles, the mood is getting more upset.

Before long, the red Porsche stopped in front of her, and Qi Yan, who was all wet, drilled his head out of the window. "Do you want to take a ride?"

"OK, I'll give you money based on the normal oil price per kilometer." After thinking about it, Cheng Cheng decides to compromise. It's so late. If she doesn't go back, she will freeze to death there sooner or later.

"I'm sorry, but I don't want to take you. I want to take my car and dream of you, stinky tofu." The window closed, Qi Yan started the car, deliberately increased horsepower.

The wheels were grinding across the water and splashing all over her.

The dirty water was dripping from her cheek.

Looking at the speeding Porsche car, Cheng Cheng Cheng holds his pink fist and screams hysterically: "dead pervert, I curse you for breaking down halfway, having a flat tire halfway, missing halfway, great car, great Ferrari. I don't care. "

With a clench of teeth and a stamp of foot, Cheng Cheng Cheng walks to the taxi parked at the roadside.

It's expensive. In order to get out of breath, she also needs to get in the car and go back safely.

After driving for half an hour in a taxi, Cheng Cheng saw a Porsche parked by the side of the road.

It seems that there is something wrong with the driving.

Gradually close, cheng Orange's vision clearly locked in Qi Yan who stretched out his hand to block the taxi beside the car.

Ha ha, is it true that her curse has come true?

Her mood improved by more than half in a flash.

"Master, stop the car, but don't open the door." Cheng Cheng Cheng is going to take a good look at this tasteless man.

"Yes, miss." The taxi stopped beside Qi Yan.

Qi Yan, standing outside the car, pulled the door, which could not be opened.

He angrily knocked on the window: "master, open the door, how can I get in if I don't open it? Hurry up, I'm going to get drenched."

Cheng Cheng Cheng opened half of the window and looked at a drowned chicken with a smile at the risk of being wet by the wind and rain: "do you want to take a ride?"

is as like as two peas before her.

To make it clear that she wanted to annoy him.

Qi Yan stared, as if there were tens of thousands of grass and mud horses galloping through his heart.

Finally, I know what it's called not gathering friends.

His tens of millions of cars will break down. It must have been the crow's mouth.

"If you want to take this car, dream about it. You are a pervert." Cheng Cheng Cheng's lips hooked proudly, and he turned to the driver and said, "master, let's go."

The driver was just about to start the car.

Through the window, Qi Yan took out a thick stack of Grandpa Mao from his pocket and showed it outside the window.

The driver's eyes sparkled when he saw so much money.

I knocked down the window and quickly reached for Qi Yan's stack of money.

Such a thick stack, at least a few thousand, is a gain for him.

"I've collected all the money, but I'm not ready to open the door." Qi Yan patted the driver on the shoulder.

"All right, get in the car, sir." Driver dogleg got out of the car and opened the back seat door for Qi Yan.

Send him in respectfully.

Cheng Cheng's eyes are wide and round.

What is money to make the devil push the mill. She had a real experience today.

"Master, I like to ride alone. It seems crowded when two people are talking. What do you say?" Qi Yan Yang thin lips, legs overlap, although the body is wet, or to maintain a consistent coquettish posture.

Cheng Cheng Cheng seems to have a very bad feeling.She is about to be driven out of the car.

The driver took out three hundred yuan from his pocket and handed it to Cheng Cheng Cheng, "Miss, get out of the car. I won't make any more of your money."

Shit!

Cheng Cheng really wants to strangle the dead man in the back of the car to vent his hatred.

Cheng Cheng Cheng didn't go to pick up the money, hugged his arms and looked up at the driver. "Master, I don't get off the bus. I got on the bus first, and I won't get off until I get to the destination. You two men can carry me down. "

The atmosphere in the car was boiling with anger.

The driver saw the situation and touched his forehead in embarrassment.

It's hard to make money.

"Sir, look here..."

"Forget it, I'll make do with it."

"You don't have to make do with it. You don't have to make do with it when you get down here."

"If you want to get out, you can get out."

……

Another world war broke out in the carriage.

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this way, I found a resort hotel to stay for the time being.

Opened a state-of-the-art presidential suite.

They took a hot bath and went to sleep together.

Later in the middle of the night, Ji Qianchen got up to go to the toilet, and his elbow touched Ling Xiaohan's arm.

The hand seemed to be scalded by the red iron, and suddenly it bounced away.

"Why is it so hot?"

Ji Qianchen presses the bedside lamp.

Reach out and touch Ling Xiaohan's arm: it's hot.

Forehead: hot.

Neck: it's hot.

The hot temperature is really scary.

The fine and clean forehead oozed fine and dense sweat beads.

He has a fever.

It should have been the rain down the mountain.

What to do?

She felt more guilty.

The rain outside the window is still falling.

She didn't know where to find a doctor for him, so she got up and called the front desk to ask if there was a box of cold antipyretic.

It wasn't long before a waiter knocked at the door.

Ji Qianchen hurriedly put on his shoes to open the door, took the medicine, read the instructions and gave him boiled water to feed the medicine.

A cup of cold granules was put on the bedside table after boiling the water. Ji Qianchen sat on the edge of the bed and patted Ling Xiaohan on the shoulder: "wake up."