Chapter 511, Demon Jīng's Confession!

I don't know what stimulated me, but I was full of emotion.

When her fragrant tongue stirred and entwined in Qin Luo's mouth, she also reached into the quilt to explore the root of Qin Luo's life.

Amazingly, with a slight touch of her, the thing that was lying on her stomach just now like a roasted corn sausage immediately stood upright and was as hard as a spear.

Li Qingcheng raised his head slightly, looked at Qin Luo with a smile, and said, "It's okay." There is no break here. It still works. ”

"-- no one has ever hit here." Qin Luo said. He felt that he was being played with like this by Li Qingcheng, and he was afraid that he would be unable to deal with the aftermath after a while, and this woman was not the first time she had done this kind of thing.

He wanted to reach out and pull Li Chengcheng's hand out of his pants, but found that his hands didn't obey at all.

"Can't move." Seeing Qin Luo's movements, Li Qingcheng hurriedly reached out and pressed him. "Your hand is badly injured and I'm afraid you'll need some time to recuperate. I couldn't do anything during this time - I couldn't even hit a plane. ”

“――”

Seeing that Qin Luo didn't speak, Li Qingcheng said with a smile: "You don't have to worry so much, if you really have any needs, you can find me." Didn't we work well together last time? ”

"-" can talk about the affairs of men and women so calmly and selflessly, and only this demon jīng has this ability.

"How's it going out there?" Qin Luo asked worriedly.

"It's a mess." Li Qingcheng said with a smile. That jīng's charming face was not hurt in any way, not even the slightest trace of scratches, Qin Luo relaxed slightly.

This woman always knows how to take care of herself. Even in the worst of circumstances, she was able to find the most favorable situation.

"What's the mess? The people who marched with us -- are they alright? "Qin Luo is most worried about the compatriots who were injured by the riot control jǐngcha. They do these things because of themselves, because of Chinese medicine - if they are willing to bury their heads in the sand like an ostrich like before, where would they encounter such violence?

We often say, 'Everyone sweeps the snow in front of their door, and they don't care about the frost on the tiles', and they can choose not to participate.

"Don't worry. The wounded were taken to the hospital. Li Qingcheng said. The matter is so big, the French zhèngfǔ must stand up to mediate--the mayor of Paris came out last night after you fell unconscious--and fortunately he appeared in time, otherwise you would be in danger. You bit off that bastard's ear, and his subordinates almost didn't tear you apart—"

"He saved me?" Qin Luo asked.

Li Qingcheng sneered disdainfully and said, "He also harmed you." Without his tacit permission, would those riot jǐng cha dare to really do anything to the procession? - France is a mínzhǔ country, in which year did it not have a few parades? When the French marched, they shouted slogans and chatted with Jǐngcha, who was in charge of maintaining law and order, and there was no tension at all. Why did we encounter such a thing in the parade? ”

"Isn't Prince Philip a good friend of the Mayor of Paris?" Qin Luo asked suspiciously. It was Prince Philip who sent a note to Li Licheng that said 'everything is in place, only the east wind is owed', and they prepared for this gale. But I didn't expect to scratch my own people.

I have to wonder if there will be other cats in this.

Li Qingcheng said: "Perhaps, Philip was also tricked. What is the difference between a politician's promise and a fart? ”

Qin Luo stared at Li Qingcheng's eyes and said, "Philip is also a politician. How do you not suspect that he framed us with the mayor of Paris? ”

"First, he doesn't have that motive. Second, even if there is a motive, he doesn't have to do it so obviously. Third, I believe in my own charisma. Li Qingcheng said with a smile: "So, will you be jealous?" ”

"Sort of." Qin Luo said. "You kind of believe him."

"I trust you the most." Li Qingcheng stretched out his hand to hold Qin Luo's hand wrapped in gauze and said affectionately. "You're the only man in this world I want to believe."

"What about women?"

Li Qingcheng pursed his lips and said, "I don't trust any woman. ”

“――”

"I understand women. So I stopped believing in women. Li Qingcheng looked at Qin Luo and said, "Originally, I thought I also knew men. I know all the men in the world - but after meeting you, I realized that I couldn't read you. ”

"You can't understand me, but you're still willing to trust me?"

"I think it's weird too." Li Qicheng giggled. "Maybe it's because I see you handsome, maybe I'll be a nymphomaniac if I'm not careful."

"Didn't you say Prince Philip looks better than I am?" Qin Luo asked.

"There's always to be a first-come, first-served order. I'll eat you little man first, and then I'll consider whether I have the appetite to eat him. ”

"This woman can always make others speechless."

After a pause, Li Qingcheng looked at Qin Luo and said, "This is your revised script?" ”

Qin Luo knew that Li Qingcheng would definitely ask this, and said with a calm expression: "Yes." What do you think? ”

"Not very good. It's terrible. The most shit idea I've ever seen—" Li Qingcheng attacked mercilessly in criticism. "You expected all of this. You can avoid it, you don't have to get beaten -- I don't understand why you made such a stupid choice. It's just a job, and you can gamble your life. Is it worth it? ”

"It's worth it." Qin Luo nodded and said.

The eyes of the two looked at each other again, and after a stalemate for a while, Li Qingcheng said, "Okay." I'm a selfish little woman, not as conscious as you are, not as patriotic as you - I don't understand what you want if you put yourself in danger? ”

"I'm going to be angry." Qin Luo said with a smile.

"Whose anger?" Li Qingcheng asked a little aggressively.

"Yours. of fellow Parisians. of overseas compatriots. and -- of all Chinese compatriots. Qin Luo said. Only anger can unite them. Only with anger can this nation be twisted into a rope and exert its greatest strength. Otherwise, they will not pay attention to the life and death of Chinese medicine. ”

"So, you let yourself get beaten up – you let the news and videos of the beatings go around the world. You want to ignite the anger of all the fans who support you, so that all the Chinese people can stand up and fight, and let zhèngfǔ have to make the strongest statement - in your revised script, the male protagonist is really ambitious, and he counts all the people into it. Including me, including all the people who like you. ”

"It's the best way to go." Qin Luo said with a smile. "I'll read you a poem. My grandfather read it to me when I was a child. After all these years, I still remember it. ”

"What poem?" Li Qingcheng asked. I thought that this bun would not be able to do anything other than to see a doctor and save people.

"Lingtai has no plan to escape from the gods, and the wind and rain are like the old garden of Pange. Sending cold stars to Quan without noticing, I recommend Xuanyuan with my blood. Qin Luo had a smile on his face, reading sentence by sentence. At that time, when I read that I recommended Xuanyuan with my blood, my heartbeat accelerated inexplicably, and I felt that my body felt very full and full - you say, in this era, is anyone still willing to recommend Xuanyuan with my blood? ”

"Nope." Li Qingcheng said affirmatively: "I bet that 80 percent of people don't know this poem. Eighty percent of those who know this poem don't understand what it means. ”

"I do." Qin Luo said with a smile. The gaze is clear and honest, as if he is saying a trivial word.

"Stupid." Li Chengcheng commented dryly.

"yes." Qin Luo nodded seriously. "In the eyes of others, I'm just a fool."

"Do you think you're smarter in your own eyes?"

"Nope." Qin Luo shook his head. "I think I'm a fool too."

"If you know that you can change your mistakes, you are still a good child."

"I'm not going to change it." Qin Luo said. "I know what I say and do makes people laugh - they must be like you, calling me stupid behind my back—"

Li Qingcheng interrupted him and corrected, "Don't mix me up with them. I'm calling you stupid to your face, but I've never scolded you behind my back. ”

"It's all the same thing anyway." Qin Luo said: "I have money, and I am not short of money. ”

"You don't have a shortage of women."

"--Why are you talking so much today?" Qin Luo looked at Li Qicheng in surprise and said. Compared with Lin Huanxi, Li Qingcheng is indeed a more enthusiastic and active woman. When they were together, it was also Li Licheng who was dominant. All the content and direction of the topic were guided by her, and Qin Luo was passively cooperating.

However, there has never been such a thing as today, Qin Luo said a word, and she rushed to answer. There's a bit of urgency and unbridledness.

"Is there one?" Li Qingcheng was stunned for a moment and asked.

"Yes." Qin Luo nodded affirmatively.

"Because—" Li Chengcheng's gaze shifted elsewhere, as if he was thinking about some major issue.

After a long time, she said, "It's a good feeling to be able to sit and chat with you." ”

She reached out and stroked Qin Luo's face, a very light movement, but she looked serious.

"When you fell headlong to the ground, I thought you were dead—" Li Qingcheng pursed his lips and chuckled. "You say, what will I do if you die?"

"What should I do?" Qin Luo looked dazed.

Seeing this guy's incomprehensible appearance, Li Qicheng said angrily: "The old lady finally fell in love with a man, but it was gone, what do you say I should do?" ”

(ps: I saw a friend in the book review area saying that Lao Liu's writing style has changed, and the current protagonist is too righteous to make people feel hypocritical and unacceptable.) Well, when I decided to write such a protagonist, I hesitated for a long time. Everyone knows that what is popular these days is that good people don't live long and bad people live for thousands of years, and the protagonist must desperately take advantage of it and would rather die than suffer a loss - to be honest, I am ready to fight the street when I write such a protagonist who serves the country and the people.

Fortunately, the support of the brothers and the little beauties was very enthusiastic. Enthusiastic to the point that Lao Liu was moved.

Actually, I'm better at writing about heroes like Lin Fengyeqiu, because they speak and act more happily and unscrupulously. I can write a book on this genre with ease, and everyone looks at ease.

However, I decided to write such a doctor-themed book, a 'stupid' protagonist.

When people live, who can not be stupid once? Let Lao Liu be stupid too. The next book writes a protagonist like a neighbor, which can be regarded as a dream come true for fans next door. In any case, happiness is the main theme of Lao Liu's writing.

Are you willing to support a fool to continue to be stupid? ）