Chapter Ninety-One: Is That a Flashlight?

In the end, Yang Bufan still didn't spend the night in the chair, but lay on a comfortable bed, and his nose was full of a residual woman's body fragrance, which smelled very good.

This bed was slept in by Zhao Lei, and she and Zhang Xuelan squeezed a bed.

Thinking of Zhao Lei's appearance when she was in a vacuum just now, and lying on this woman's bed at this time, Yang Bufan felt a little evil in his mind, and his nose took a few breaths fiercely, which was full of fragrance. But his mind soon thought of the scene of going to save Leng Xue.

Yang Bufan did not impulsively enter the bar, he broke into the bar with his bare hands and only had one end - death, he had been checking on the periphery, quietly listening to the movement in the bar, and at the same time found six masters who were ambushed outside the bar, he quietly went up to solve a master, and continued to ambush down, waiting for the opportunity to move.

It wasn't until Leng Xue suddenly jumped down from the window and was surrounded by those five masters that Yang Bufan made a difficulty, and solved three masters in a row in the dark, which was fortunate because the group of masters had pistols, otherwise he wouldn't know where to find weapons.

Fortunately, Leng Xue was rescued in the end, and the fat man also died, what Yang Bufan was worried about finally came to an end, as for the Huo family's project, this was no longer a problem he could worry about, it was impossible for him to kill Huo Li and Huo Fei and stop the construction of the project in the village.

Huo Li has the protection of masters all the time, even if Yang Bufan has the heart, he is powerless, because he does not have that strength.

The night was very late, and Yang Bufan, who had been busy for so long, was also tired, so he closed his eyes and fell asleep directly.

……

In the early morning, Yang Bufan was suddenly awakened by the cold meaning in his throat, and when he suddenly opened his eyes, what he saw was a pale Leng Xue holding a kitchen knife on his neck.

"Say, who are you? What is the purpose of helping me? Why do you know I went to the bar to assassinate? Leng Xue asked in a cold voice, with her character, how could she easily believe Yang Bufan's words? What if this guy saves himself? Her identity is special, and the mission she performs is not known to outsiders, why did Yang Bufan know that he would go to a bar to kill people?

Leng Xue would never give her life to a stranger, even if she moved around now and caused a wound and spilled blood, she didn't care.

"Eldest sister, let go of the knife first." Yang Bufan's eyes drooped, looking at the kitchen knife, with a black line on his face, should he blame himself for his poor vigilance or for Leng Xue's unreasonable moves? I didn't know until I was put on the neck with a kitchen knife.

"Say!" There was no change on Leng Xue's face, and the kitchen knife in his hand also began to cut the skin of Yang Bufan's neck, and blood oozed out.

Yang Bufan didn't resist, the first is that he is not very sure that he can escape under Leng Xue's hands, even if he is already injured, a dying blow will kill him, this is definitely unjust. Second, if he resists, it is estimated that Leng Xue's injury will be aggravated even more.

He had to pretend to be very innocent and began to answer Leng Xue's question: "I'm Yang Bufan, I told you yesterday, and now I am a student who is going to study at the Eastern Military Defense University." What else can I do for you? I have a friend who is in a bar, and I know that there are more bodyguards there recently, so I can't just watch a beautiful woman who is familiar at first sight die, right? ”

"Then why did you know I was going to a bar to assassinate?" Leng Xue continued to ask.

"It's simpler, because I've been exercising since I was a child, and I also worship soldiers, looking at the way you walk and your temperament, as well as the hidden weapons, plus the killing intent you showed when you saw that fat man, isn't this obvious?" Yang Bufan explained.

Leng Xue thought about it, this explanation was okay, and she was about to take the kitchen knife away, when Yang Bufan just breathed a sigh of relief, Leng Xue suddenly pushed the kitchen knife up again, and sneered: "Why should I believe what you say?" ”

"Eldest sister, can we be civilized and reasonable?" Yang Bufan was almost speechless from being tortured by the cold snow, and the taste of being held in the throat by the sharp kitchen knife was absolutely uncomfortable, "I risked my life to save you, and helped you take out the bullet and apply medicine, you say, why don't you believe me?" ”

When Leng Xue heard this, she snorted coldly and moved the kitchen knife away, but her face was still cold. I didn't look embarrassed because I blamed the wrong person, as if it was normal to blame others, whether it was right or wrong.

Of course, Yang Bufan didn't expect Leng Xue to say "I'm sorry", with his understanding of Leng Xue, if he wanted to hear some "sorry" and "sorry" words from her mouth, unless the sun came out of the west.

"Humph!"

Suddenly, Leng Xue, who was just about to stand up, snorted, her brows furrowed tightly, and the injury on her waist made her overdraft most of her physical strength just now, and she stumbled, unable to even hold the kitchen knife, and fell directly to the bed, and the kitchen knife slammed on the floor with a "clang".

"Damn, you non-stop, how good is it to lie honestly? Why is this so painful? Yang Bufan hurriedly reached out to hug Leng Xue's side, but he was half-lying, and Leng Xue's body was not the slender kind, so he pressed it down directly, and both of them fell on the bed.

"What is this?"

Leng Xue's full chest suddenly seemed to be pressed against something hard, and she suddenly asked in surprise.

Rao was Yang Bufan's cheekiness, and he couldn't help blushing at this time, quickly moved his body, and replied embarrassedly: "That's a flashlight, I forgot to take it out when I took the bullet for you yesterday." ”

Can it be said to be morning erection? Most men have it in the morning.

Leng Xue was not a fool, she reacted quickly, and after glaring at Yang Bufan, she turned over with difficulty, remembering it, but she had no strength.

"You lie down, the wound is probably split again, I'll change the dressing for you." Yang Bufan tore away the topic, got up, turned to Leng Xue's face, did not expose the pillar of optimus in his crotch, and began to dress quickly.

Zhao Lei and Zhang Xuelan appeared at the door of the room that was already wide open, looking at one person quickly dressing, one lying on the bed, and there was a kitchen knife on the ground, and suddenly asked, "You... What are you doing? ”

Leng Xue didn't know how to answer, so naturally there was no response, Yang Bufan thought about it, and immediately replied: "That... She's hungry and brings a kitchen knife to tell me to cook. ”

"Really?" Zhang Xuelan said at the same time, with a playful face.

"Well, yes, by the way, cousin, you help her change her medicine, I'll go out to buy breakfast, what do you want to eat?" After Yang Bufan got dressed, he asked.

"Just buy it, it's just that I've lost weight recently and rarely eat breakfast." Zhang Xuelan replied.

"People also lose weight." Zhao Lei replied a little shyly.

"Okay." Yang Bufan went to wash his face with cold water, made his image better, and went out to buy a lot of breakfast.

Three bowls of lean porridge, three baskets of xiaolongbao, two boxes of steamed dumplings, milk, soy milk, fried dough sticks, flatbread, eggs...

"You buy so much, can you eat it all?" Zhang Xuelan looked at a large table of breakfast, and asked directly with wide eyes.

"Don't worry, you'll be able to finish eating." Yang Bufan replied disappreciatively.

Zhang Xuelan wanted to eat, but she thought of losing weight, and suddenly said viciously: "Hold you to death." ”