Chapter 5 My life is yours!
The woman who walked into the porch had a charming face.
The thin willow's shallow eyebrows, the two petals are not like the oriental's plump lips, the white skin, the chest is about to come out, and the fragrance of Chanel modern COCO, which is charming and can arouse the crotch of countless men. The super goblin with desire.
"Red Sister--"
Yan Xinting glanced at the woman coldly and then did her own thing again.
This woman's name is Shen Hong, and she is said to be the mistress of a Cantonese merchant.
"Well, no matter how many times you come here, it still stinks."
Shen Hong pinched her nose and looked disgusted. Her charming eyes looked around the room and saw the sheets and strips covered with black blood on the ground, twisting. The buttocks came closer.
Yan Xinting lowered her head and continued to send the pulp to Huang Zicheng's mouth.
She doesn't have any crush on this woman!
It's not that she used to be a mistress, it's not that she can open her legs to any man, but that she once saw her smile and pushed an ignorant love child off the window sill.
"Xiao Tingting, I don't understand~"
"Why are you still guarding this stinky boy? Didn't you hate him before?" As soon as Shen Hong shook her eyes, she didn't understand the need to pay attention to this kind of half-dead garbage.
What can I get?
A box of Master Kong beef noodles?
A bowl of rice porridge?
Or a bottle of Pepsi?
...No, there is no return!
There is no need for investment in this kind of garbage. Maybe the sun will rise tomorrow and meet his disabled father.
"Get out!"
"What should I do? Do I need your advice?"
Yan Xinting sneered. She learned to adapt to today's environment, but it doesn't mean that she will be patient with Shen Hong.
Everyone is the same kind of person!
No one is inferior to anyone, only to see who is inferior in the bones.
"Bug-goods!"
"This kind of semi-residual garbage also "does"!"
Shen Hong's face was full of contempt. If it hadn't been for the recent fact that Zhao Tang, the head of the guard, had been infatuated with this student girl, she would have slapped to death and spit again.
"Hmm--"
Yan Xinting snorted coldly, looked at the empty porch, and silently urged her.
"Little bitch, this is what Brother Zhao wants to give you."
He took out a bottle of Shen Hong's breast. Chanel No. 5, which I don't know which passenger's luggage turned over from, put it on the ground and told him, "Remember to go there tonight and put on the clothes that Brother Zhao ordered last night!"
After saying that, she twisted her two ** buttocks. Meat, muttering all kinds of dirty words in his mouth, walked out of the room.
"Oh, what a pigsty!"
"The bitch who was sold by my uncle has been reduced to the point where it can only be satisfied by saving such a disabled person."
The sound is getting lower and lower until it is quiet.
"Huang Zicheng, am I useless?"
Yan Xinting laughed sadly and her voice was hoarse.
"..."
Huang Zicheng's numb right hand clenched tightly.
He really wants to say - no!
But he couldn't say it. The wound on his neck made it very difficult for him to breathe. Looking at this classmate who once looked down on him and later helped him, his mood was more resentment, anger and pain for his incompetence.
Now, he can only lie here doing nothing and silently endure the pain of eating his heart, living like a maggot, constantly causing a burden to the people around him, both in the past and now.
Once upon a time, my father was disabled because he supported him by black fisting!
Now, the childhood sweetheart committed suicide in order not to be insulted by those Vietnamese!
But he is not willing to die so easily. He wants revenge, wants to find the news of his father, and wants to repay his classmates who are kind to him... There are too many regrets and wants to finish it.
"If Chen... Qinghe is there, maybe everything will be different!"
Yan Xinting bit her lips and suddenly remembered the figure that was permanently in the front row, but then she shook her head and thought, "No! This is ridiculous. He was bitten by the mutant skeleton and should have died a long time ago.
"Qinghe--"
Hearing the name, Huang Zicheng's heart fluctuated slightly.
And this is the time.
"Evolution... adult, this is... his... room."
The Indian's mouth talking about the table cavity came from outside the door, and the bite sound was extremely unstandard.
Huang Zicheng, Yan Xinting instinctively looked up at the door.
Seeing that Singh stopped on the edge of the door frame, like a humble servant bowing slightly, as if he was welcoming the arrival of his master.
They were all stunned.
It seems that the humble look of Indians has only been seen in the face of wild people.
-tu,
Chen Qinghe grabbed Kui Ying's left foot, dragged him behind him like a dead dog, and walked into Suite 721.
"Chen Qinghe!"
"You're not dead, it's impossible!"
Yan Xinting shouted out loud. She even forgot that she had angered the other party more than once, and even forgot whether the "human-shaped monster" that could kill the skeleton in seconds would revenge on her.
Huang Zicheng's heart was turbulent.
His shock was far stronger than that of Yan Xinting. As a person who personally wrapped Chen Qinghe, saw him walk into the elevator with his bleak back, and experienced the terrible infection of the dead virus--
I don't know what language to use to describe the mood of seeing this former classmate again.
Suffocation, palpitations, incredible...
"I know everything about you."
Chen Qinghe smiled and saw the familiar face again, which was much more comfortable than "A San" who smelled of sweat and kept flattering his teeth.
He dragged Kui Ying to Huang Zicheng, but ignored the existence of Yan Xinting.
Looking at Huang Zicheng does not mean that he forgets what Yan Xinting did.
No matter whether you change or admit your mistake.
If you have made a mistake, you have to bear the responsibility of this mistake.
Yan Xinting looked at Chen Qinghe complicatedly.
This is a thinner figure than a week ago, which means that there has been an unknown secret.
"Look who he is--"
"I believe in Zicheng. You would like to see this "Vietnamese friend" again, right?" Chen Qinghe let go of his hand, and Kui Ying's left leg fell to the ground, but he looked at the ceiling blankly.
His leg is broken!
It is certain that the joints of the limbs have been removed, which means that the blood of the drug lord is in the body. The fighting skills have been lost.
It's you!!!
Huang Zicheng raised his head with difficulty. When he saw the face lying flat beside him, his numb expression suddenly became ferocious, his lips trembled with excitement, and he could no longer suppress his hatred.
It's him, that's him!!
One of the Vietnamese who took away Xia Yuqiao!!
He still remembers that before Xia Yuqiao finally left, his smile was tearful, and despair was mixed with a reluctance... At this moment, for him, there is nothing more urgent than seeing a blood enemy!
There are only two people who are most cherished in his life.
Except for his father, he only lived in the opposite door since he was a child. Every time he was locked at home, in order to play with him, he lay on the cement floor of the corridor and told himself fairy tales through the door--
Rain...Overseas Chinese!
Huang Zicheng stared at Kui Ying, looking like a ghost resurrated from hell, ferocious and tyrannical, with cold and resentful eyes.
Alas.
Chen Qinghe sighed gently. When he heard the news that the sports committee member was bitten by a dead body, he didn't expect it to look like this, but it was enough to make him realize the tenacity of Huang Zicheng's bones.
Can ordinary people endure this kind of torture?
He has seen too many examples. Most of them have the courage to commit suicide after being bitten, not to mention that the body has survived for three days under the ravages of the dead virus.
But that's right!
He became more and more optimistic about Huang Zicheng's ability after awakening.
"..."
Huang Zicheng's lips muttered, and he turned over with difficulty, put his elbows on the ground, climbed to Kui Ying in pain and hard, and looked at every inch of the other party's body with hatred.
From the head to the chest, and then to the legs!
It seems that this is the look of choosing which part to start from.
"I hate him very much, right?"
Chen Qinghe squatted down and looked straight into Huang Zicheng's eyes.
"... is..."
Huang Zicheng tried his best to say a word, which shows how deep his hatred for the Vietnamese is.
"I'll give him to you now!"
"I'll help you solve all the troubles, but... how are you going to repay me?" Chen Qinghe narrowed his eyes, and his black eyes couldn't read a trace of emotion.
"I...life...your..."