Chapter 66

Dongfang was hesitating for a while, and finally couldn't help starting.

In other words, the most reserved and noble woman usually looks like lightning and thunder at the moment when she attacks.

Yes, the weather changes as it changes. Just now the stars were all over the sky, and now there was a rainstorm.

"Chu Jiang, turn off the light." Ye Qingcheng, lying on the bed in the villa, trembled slightly and said.

"Well." Chu Jiang, lying on the floor, knew that ye Qingcheng loved face, so he turned off the light.

"Chu Jiang, is there... A story?" Ye Qingcheng asked.

Last time, she felt very good. She fell asleep after listening to the three stories of Chu Jiang on the night of thunder.

"I think you still like reading martial arts novels after work. Let me ask you some interesting questions." Chu Jiang grinned.

"Well, you ask. There is nothing in martial arts novels that I don't know." Ye Qingcheng replied.

"Don't talk big. What if you can't answer?" Chu Jiang laughed.

"OK, just ask. If I can't answer, you can punish me." Ye Qingcheng is interested.

She has read classic martial arts novels more than ten times, and she is quite confident in herself.

"It must be decided. The first question is, in the legend of the Eagle Shooting hero, Mei Chaofeng cultivates nine Yin white bone claws. Her nails are so long and she has hooks. Excuse me, how does she wipe her... Buttocks?"

"Ah?" Ye Qingcheng imagined for a while, blushed and said, "Er, I have to think about this again. Let's ask the second question first."

"OK! The second question is, in the Shendiao Xialv, Yang Guo has been waiting for the little dragon girl for 18 years. Excuse me, how did Yang Guo cut his fingernails in these 18 years?"

"Ah?" Ye Qingcheng was stupid again.

"The third question is, in the story of Yi Tian Tu Long, Xiao Zhao has been chained to her feet for so many years. How did she change her underpants?"

Ye Qingcheng completely collapsed.

"Do you know the answer?" Ye Qingcheng, who collapsed, had already forgotten the thunder.

"Of course I know." Chu River is on its way.

"Tell me about it."

"I want to enforce the punishment right first, and then say the answer."

Chu Jiang certainly won't miss the opportunity of punishment.

"How do you... Want to punish?"

"Don't worry, I won't be strong until I get your heart."

"Then..."

"Take a bath sometime."

“……”

"You are silent if you don't speak."

Chu Jiang laughed, his heart began to itch, and finally had the opportunity to further understand.

"You publish the answer."

"The answer is, because they are all characters who live in novels. They don't need to wipe their hips, cut their fingernails, or change their underpants!"

“……”

Ye Qingcheng almost fainted. Is this the answer? But turn to think, in addition to this answer, how to answer?

After a period of time, ye Qingcheng still didn't fall asleep and tossed about.

"What's the matter?" Chu Jiang asked.

"Yinyin's key is lost. No one will sneak in tonight." Ye Qingcheng asked anxiously.

"If there is, it must be a blind person." Chu Jiang grinned, "anyone who comes here will die!"

"Or, you go around."

"Sleep at ease, not to mention the whole building. I can't escape any disturbance within a few hundred meters."

Chu Jiang told the truth, but he still got Ye Qingcheng's Secret roast.

There are two keys of dongfangzheng, one is to open the gate, and the other is pasted with adhesive tape, which says 303. Very simple reasoning, this must be a key on the third floor.

With the help of lightning and thunder, Dongfang was opening the door, and then quietly came to the third floor.

Dongfang is smiling, imagining the madness that will come to him later.

But he thought too early. When he wanted to open the door of Room 303, his wrist hurt.

Fell to the ground with a bang.

It's not important to fall on the ground.

What is important is that he saw the last figure he wanted to see - Chu Jiang.

"How do you live here?" The East is trembling to get up.

"I'm the guardian angel of beauty. I don't live here. Who lives here?" Chu Jiang shrugged and then kicked again.

Dongfang doubled in the air, and then fell to the ground with a miserable face.

Probably because of the rainstorm and thunder, no one got up on the third floor.

"Scum, next time you do this again, I'll directly waste your third leg! Leave the key and leave quickly." Chu Jiang's eyes flashed over the murderer and said coldly.

"Yes!" Dongfang is running away.

In this way, a madness that thought it would be full of excitement ended miserably.

Dongfang Zheng, who ran out of the villa, was full of hatred and anger in his eyes. Isn't his skill good? Is there a killer?

When Chu Jiang returned to his room on the second floor, ye Qingcheng was still asleep.

The next day was Sunday. Chu Jiang still got up early, meditated in the living room for half an hour, and then practiced boxing while making breakfast.

When they all came to the kitchen, ye Qingcheng first found a bunch of keys, which Murong Yin had lost.

"Hey, how could the key be left at home?" Murong Yin said in surprise.

"Last night, the villa went into the flower picking robber. He came with the key." Chu Jiang tells the truth.

"What happened?" Ye Xiaomeng asked.

"I beat him away and left the key." Chu Jiang didn't mean to ask for credit, but just told the truth.

"Go!" The three beauties rolled their eyes, obviously indicating that they didn't believe it. If the villa entered and there was a fight, how could we not know?

"You won't find it, brother Chu. You kept the key in private. Did you want to have a bad idea last night?" Murong Yin smiled and questioned.

"..." Chu Jiang's face was wronged, and the girl's imagination was good.

After dinner, Murong Yin ran into the room to do his live broadcast. He hasn't been online for several days, and his fans have run a lot.

Ye Xiaomeng was asked out by her classmates.

"Let's go to the company." Ye Qingcheng sighed that her brain was working besides work.

"All right." Chu Jiang didn't object, especially when she heard that her time was less than two months.

On the car.

Ye Qingcheng secretly looked at the life line on his left arm, which seemed to grow a little longer.

"What are you looking at?" Chu Jiang seemed to ask casually.

"If I tell you that my life is less than two months, do you believe it?" Ye Qingcheng smiled faintly and sighed.

"You have a terminal illness?" Chu Jiang deliberately asked, knowing that she did not have any terminal illness.

"No, this is life, not disease!" Ye Qingcheng continued to tunnel, a pair of beautiful eyes have been looking at the light rain outside the window.

"Fate?" Chu Jiang frowned.

"My remaining life is less than two months, unless I can bring the company into the top 100 in China during this period." Ye Qingcheng road.

"Is it directly related to life to bring the company into the top 100?" Chu Jiang asked.

Ye Qingcheng didn't answer directly, but nodded slightly.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier.