C48

Chapter 48 - One Wave of Intrusion

Jianghai City First Hospital was immediately thrown into a mess. From top to bottom, they were all as anxious as ants on a hot pan. If something were to really happen to Old Secretary Zhang Weimin at their hospital, then their future would definitely be dire.

The dean was anxious, the doctor was anxious, and the nurse was anxious. Even the hospital's cleaners had gone back and forth cleaning the corridor outside the emergency room three to five times.

After the Secretary Niu understood the situation, he sat on a bench in front of the hospital. A layer of cold sweat appeared on his wide forehead. His hands were locked together tightly, and his heart was thumping hard.

All the important members of the Jianghai City stood silently in the hallway. Worry was written all over their faces. Occasionally, she would raise her head and look anxiously at the emergency room that was lit up by a red light.

The current Xiao Yi, however, had already returned to the group of Flower Sea Villa. He sat in Zhong Xiaoyu's hall and looked at the Happy Sheep and Hui Tai Lang on the tea table. In case he told a story to Zhong Xiaoyu next time, he would have to think of a way to make it up.

"In a while, I'll go to our driving school and register to you. Tomorrow, you can go to the driving school and learn how to drive. "Anyway, you should be fine for a while."

Both of Zhong Xiaoyu's legs rested on the tea table. While swaying, he happily drank a cup of You Le Mei and casually said.

Xiao Yi looked at the comic book on the tea table, and lazily opened his mouth to say absentmindedly: "Un, whatever. "Anyway, I've been idling around recently."

Seeing that Xiao Yi did not object, Zhong Xiaoyu cheerfully nodded his head. Then, she raised his head to look at the huge ion television in the hall.

The afternoon was especially warm and lazy. Xiao Yi looked at the comics Happy Sheep and Hui Tai Lang, Zhong Xiaoyu held the remote control and looked at the big television screen in the hall.

It was just that, the frequency of Zhong Xiaoyu changing channels was even faster than the fates of women. Puff puff puff. The scene on the television changed constantly with her every movement.

"Xiao Yi?" Suddenly, Zhong Xiaoyu fixed her gaze on a stage, and lazily said.

Xiao Yi, however, was immersed in the story of Hui Tai Lang and asked absent-mindedly, "What happened?"

"What's wrong with this station? It's a good Japanese drama. After five minutes of playing, the clothes of the male and female protagonists suddenly don't show. Is my TV broken?" Zhong Xiaoyu stopped shaking her slender legs, turned his head, and said to Xiao Yi with a face full of disappointment.

Xiao Yi was slightly taken aback, then raised his head and looked at the gigantic television screen in the middle of the hall.

On the TV, there was indeed a Japanese play. In the lower right-hand corner, we can also see that this is a film called the Private Love Diary, which is the masterpiece of Island Love Action Movie Actor Zemalia Jr. At this moment, the two people on the screen were already engaged in a fierce battle.

The expression on Xiao Yi's face froze for a moment, before he laughed bitterly. At that moment, he didn't know how to answer Zhong Xiaoyu.

Originally, Zhong Xiaoyu's villa was not this kind of forbidden broadcast television station. However, Zhong Qianmei had accepted Xiao Yi's identity. She then secretly started to set up a forbidden broadcast station for Zhong Xiaoyu, hoping that through these action movies about love in the island, he would be able to mature her naive daughter Zhong Xiaoyu.

Zhong Xiaoyu was still holding onto Xiao Yi's sleeve, and asked timidly: "What exactly happened? "What do you think?"

Zhong Xiaoyu was initially absent-minded when she was watching TV, so it was normal at the beginning of the movie. After switching a few channels, they returned to the television station. As the plot progressed, the scene changed to this scene. As for the naive and pure Zhong Xiaoyu, she didn't think too much about it and started to ask about Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi took a deep breath, then bit the bullet and stammered: "Maybe, they're cultivating."

"Really?" Zhong Xiaoyu's face was full of excitement, she anxiously said: "Let me see, how exactly do they train? "I like it when I see other people practicing."

Following that, the naive and innocent Zhong Xiaoyu turned her head to look at the television screen. At this moment, the two people on the television screen were no longer naked. Instead, the two of them had already begun performing an indescribable movement.

Zhong Xiaoyu immediately understood after seeing such a direct scene. Red clouds instantly enveloped her beautiful face. A rosy glow quickly spread to her snow-white neck. Even the delicate earlobes were so red that it seemed as if snow was about to drip out.

"Ahh …"

With a "pa" sound, Zhong Xiaoyu turned the TV off, and turned her head. Her fist fell on Xiao Yi's body like rain.

"You scoundrel, you scoundrel, you damned bastard, you big pervert, you big pervert …" Zhong Xiaoyu was about to go berserk, and scolded fiercely.

"You exchanged this, right?" Xiao Yi said weakly with a helpless face.

"It's you. It's all because of you, you big scoundrel. "You lied to me because you were practicing, ahhhhhhhhhhh..." Zhong Xiaoyu screamed out twice as she waved her fist even more nervously.

Xiao Yi was slightly startled, but facing Zhong Xiaoyu, who was making things difficult for him, For a while, he could only put on a long face and say softly, "Actually, is this a type of martial arts practice? Duo Cultivation of Men and Women. "Also, who said just now that she loved to watch others cultivate?"

"You're still saying, ah ah ah ah......" Zhong Xiaoyu was so angry that she instantly ignored her image and directly sat on Xiao Yi's body, her fist covered Xiao Yi's entire body.

Xiao Yi glanced at Zhong Xiaoyu who was closing her eyes and starting to lose control of her hair, and shook her head slightly. Finally, she cleverly stopped speaking, and allowed Zhong Xiaoyu to act as she would, like a tigress riding on his body.

Zhong Xiaoyu's flowery fists felt no pain at all. Slowly, Xiao Yi's mouth revealed a sinister smile.

Xiao Yi, who had been secretly delighted to the extreme, finally could not hold it in anymore, closed his eyes and howled towards the sky: "One wave hasn't subsided yet, another wave is attacking, a torrential storm of people is brewing … …"

This was the only old song that Xiao Yi knew, "Sad Pacific" by Ren Xianqi. Now, when sung by Xiao Yi this scene, it was actually extremely fitting.

Zhong Xiaoyu, who was currently flinging away her anger, saw Xiao Yi happily humming a line. He was surprised and lost in thought for a moment.

Instantly, Zhong Xiaoyu's beautiful face looked like the brightest peach flower in March. In her bashfulness, there was a trace of bright red charm. She quickly climbed down from Xiao Yi's body and sat on the sofa, then heavily snorted, not knowing what to do with Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi felt his body lighten, and immediately, he felt a sense of loss. When he opened his eyes, he saw that Zhong Xiaoyu had already left.

"What a scoundrel, a hooligan." Zhong Xiaoyu let out another heavy snort, and spoke while gnashing her teeth.

"My master said that a hooligan is innocent and does not get tired even after a hundred battles." Xiao Yi giggled, and said shamelessly.

When Zhong Xiaoyu heard this, she immediately snorted. She fiercely glared at Xiao Yi, and spoke in a very helpless tone: "I'm thinking why the skin of you master and disciple is so thick. Even after ten pancakes are piled up, it's still not as thick as the skin of you master and disciple."

Xiao Yi chuckled and continued: "My master said that the thickest thing in the world is your woman's face."

"Why?" Zhong Xiaoyu curiously looked at Xiao Yi and blurted out.

"Do you think men have stiff beards?" However, Xiao Yi did not directly answer Zhong Xiaoyu. Instead, he opened his mouth and asked a strange question.

"Hard, quite hard." Zhong Xiaoyu hesitated for a moment, then said: "Look at your thick face, you have even grown a few whiskers. Your disrespectful old master must have had a great deal of beard on his face. If your beards weren't stiff, how would they have been able to expose the thick skin on your faces? "

This time, Xiao Yi did not deny Zhong Xiaoyu. He opened his mouth and laughed sinisterly: "Your beard is already so tough, but you women still cannot grow it? The thickest thing in the world is, of course, the face of you women. "

Listening to Xiao Yi's long story, Zhong Xiaoyu suddenly felt that she was at the end of her sentence. She thought hard about it, but didn't know how she should retort against such a rigorous argument on Xiao Yi's part. In the end, she could only swallow a mouthful of saliva and looked towards Xiao Yi with some unwillingness.

Xiao Yi laughed, extremely happy. It was the first time he felt that the twisted logic that his master had taught him in the past few years had finally begun to come in handy.

Within the villa, Xiao Yi was laughing wildly, but Zhong Xiaoyu's face was extremely ugly and gloomy.

After a long while, Zhong Xiaoyu opened her mouth and spoke to Xiao Yi: "Let me tell you, I am very angry."

Hearing Zhong Xiaoyu's resentful words, Xiao Yi finally realized that she was being a little too arrogant. She could not help but suppress the smile on her face, allowing her tone to be calmer. "Then, Miss Lin, how can I stop you from being angry?"

Zhong Xiaoyu was startled, and thought deeply for thirty seconds. Then, she turned to Xiao Yi and said seriously: "I want you to show me your gun."

… ….

At that moment, Xiao Yi's face was as ugly as it could be.

He thought back to the horse farm, where he had randomly told Zhong Xiaoyu about shooting pistols just to please others, was he really trying to lift a rock and smash his own feet?

Xiao Yi laughed bitterly, then said as though he was begging, "I beg you, please change it, Aunt."

"Why did you change it?" The innocent Zhong Xiaoyu pouted her small mouth with an unhappy look.

Xiao Yi turned his neck and an idea popped up in his mind. He reluctantly voiced out a reason: "I'm not in a good mood today, and am not suited for shooting pistols."

"Then I'll listen to your song." Zhong Xiaoyu gave a light grunt of assent, and then, he finally got his wish and changed it.

"One wave has yet to subside, another wave is attacking, a torrential storm is brewing in the vast sea of people …" In the lobby of Zhong Xiaoyu's villa, Xiao Yi's rough voice that sounded like a wolf's howl suddenly rang out.

Zhong Xiaoyu, whose complexion had just slightly improved, instantly became gloomy again.