Chapter 70: A Hug

The next day, the sleeping Ying Zheng was kicked off the bed, and the assassin's eyebrows were raised, his face was flushed, and his hands were clasped to his chest: "You shameless man, what have you done to me?" ā€

Ying Zheng sat on the ground helplessly: "Brother Tai, you are too self-indulgent, I admit that I am indeed a little sexy, and my taste is a little heavy, and I can't even walk when I see a beautiful woman, but I haven't been perverted enough to have thoughts about a man." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½ā€

"Then why are you lying in my bed?" The assassin's face was furious.

"No, it's you lying on my bed, this is my home."

"It's not...... Okay, even if I'm lying on your bed, why do you have to lie next to me? ā€

"I only have one bed here, what can I do?" Ying Zheng looked helpless, and then his eyes slipped, "Slow, do you want to sleep with my mother, you are too shameless." ā€ć€‚

The assassin brother quickly explained: "I didn't want to sleep with your mother. I mean, aren't there two tables to put together, so why do you have to get me to your bed? ā€

"Aren't you afraid that you will catch a cold, you don't know how scary you were last night, and you fainted after saying a few words, I dare to put you on the table? If there were to be three long and two short, wouldn't I save you in vain. Besides, our old Zhao family has always been famous for its hospitality, and it is not said that the guests sleep on the table and we sleep in the bed. ā€

"But you can sleep at the table by yourself," the Assassin asked.

"You haven't tried it, can't you sleep," Ying Zheng was also a little angry when he said this, "You and I are willing to sleep in the same bed with a man, you snore, fart, grind your teeth which one is not earth-shattering, and tired our dogs all night." The first sentence is true, and the latter sentence is purely his nonsense.

"I didn't snore, and I ...... And fart. The Assassin lowered his head, his face still red.

"Okay, I'm too lazy to dwell on these boring questions with you," Ying Zheng sat on the ground and stretched out his hand, "I think as your savior, I have every reason to ask you to pull me up now." ā€

The assassin pouted and stretched out his hand to pull Ying Zheng up from the ground, but Ying Zheng suddenly pulled him off the bed instead, and the assassin brother fell into Ying Zheng's arms.

"Wahaha, I've finally got my revenge, boy, you also have today...... Hey, brother, if you look at me with such squinting eyes, I'll think you have thoughts about me. ā€

"Bah, bah, bah," the assassin brother pushed Ying Zheng away, got up from the ground in a panic, and his heart was pounding, especially the moment when he fell into Ying Zheng's arms just now, when he heard his heartbeat as powerful as a drum, he was actually a little obsessed like a demon.

Ying Zheng stood up and said: "You are hiding here, don't go out, absolutely no one dares to come here to search." I'll go out to find out the situation for you, and as for eating, drinking, and Lazar, I'll let my wife do it for you...... By the way, you really don't have any thoughts about my mother? ā€

"No," the Assassin pushed Ying Zheng out the door, then slammed the door shut.

"Son, what's wrong with you? Did he bully you, and the old lady avenged you. I didn't expect such a declining scene to be seen by Zhao Ji.

Zhao Ji just wanted to push the door, but Ying Zheng hurriedly stopped her: "No, no, you think too much." He's just in fear. By the way, you have collected the token, it was given by General Li Mu, our life talisman. Also, you have to take care of him a little bit before he leaves. ā€

Listening to my Ying Zheng's words, Zhao Ji held Ying Zheng's face and praised: "My son is kind, whoever marries you will definitely enjoy a lifetime of happiness, much better than your dead ghost father." ā€

Speaking of the words dead ghost father, Zhao Ji felt a little gloomy in his heart, Ying Zheng saw it at a glance, he also picked up Zhao Ji's face and said: "I am a competent husband, let alone a son." Don't worry, no matter what happens in the future, my son, I will definitely serve you well and will never let you suffer again. ā€

As soon as she heard this, Zhao Ji burst into tears and came down: "I know that Zheng'er, you are a good boy, my mother should rest assured, my mother shouldn't have said those words last time, can you forgive me?" ā€

"We are mother and son, do we need to say whether to forgive or not, didn't my son listen to you...... Okay I'm out, you take care of yourself, and the one. ā€

The news of Pingyuanjun's assassination was rumored everywhere on the street, and some well-informed personnel released the wind, saying that Pingyuanjun was seriously injured, but he was afraid that he would not survive the past two days, and he sighed for a while after speaking.

Ying Zheng came to the Wei Mansion, everything was going on in an orderly manner, rehearsal of rehearsals, pharmaceutical of pharmaceuticals, once the career was on the right track, everyone consciously completed their work, including the most undisciplined drummers.

Ying Zheng himself made a pot of tea to clear his throat and enjoy the sunshine. As the captain and lead singer of the Handan Boys, he felt that he had every reason to enjoy this treatment.

"Niu'er, give Uncle a thrashing of his legs," Ying Zheng greeted Wei Yao.

"Get out of the way, bothered," Wei Yao said impatiently. At this moment, Wei Yao was looking at his face in the mirror, as if he had noticed something wrong.

Ying Zheng smiled: "What's so annoying, isn't it just that the eldest aunt is here?" ā€

Wei Yao turned around and glared at Ying Zheng: "Don't talk nonsense about what a big aunt is, I have never had a big aunt." ā€

"Then what are you watching, I'll help you take a look," In the boring days, teasing Wei Yao is a very happy pastime entertainment for Ying Zheng, and it has even become an important part of his life, "Wow, the big red spots here in the corners of the eyes seem to be a little bigger, will the whole face turn red at that time, just like Master Guan." ā€

"You can see that I woke up early this morning and noticed this corner of my eye...... Rolling, the dog can't spit out ivory from his mouth, "Although I don't know where Master Guan is sacred, what comes out of Ying Zheng's mouth is definitely not a good word, especially with that smiling face."

At this time, Weng Zhong came in from outside and said, "Big brother, someone is looking for him outside, it's a man I don't know." ā€

Ying Zheng hurriedly put up the shelf: "Invite him to come in and speak." ā€

The man was invited to the living room, a man of about forty years old, dressed like a businessman, but a scar hidden under the collar forced Ying Zheng to re-examine his identity.

The man respectfully handed over an invitation, and Ying Zheng found that the middle finger of his right hand was missing.

"Mr. Jayron, my wife would like you to come over to the house, I wonder if you have time?"

"Your wife is ......"

Came to the human: "My wife's surname is Lin, and Mr. will know when he goes." ā€

"Mrs. Lin, have you ever heard of this name?" Ying Zheng asked Weng Zhong and Wei Yao beside him, and both of them shook their heads and said they didn't know.

"Okay, then I'll go and see who this Lady Lin is."

Yingzheng got up to leave, and Weng Zhong said, "Brother, I'll go with you." ā€

Ying Zheng waved his hand: "No." Who is Brother? The golden gun does not defeat the husband, and the little Langjun seven times a night, how can he be afraid of a woman. ā€

Wei Yao glared at him, and scolded Weng Zhong in his mouth: "Weng Zhong, you are really good, why don't you have any eyesight." People are afraid that you will spoil his good deeds, but you should be afraid that you will work hard? Just stay at home, huh. ā€

"Yo, girl, listening to your tone, you're eating my brother's vinegar," Ying Zheng laughed, "I know that I am handsome and dashing Yushu Linfeng, and I am the dream lover and idol of a young girl of your age, but you also know your situation, and you are really not competitive." That's it, don't say that my brother doesn't hurt you and doesn't face you, my brother gives you a chance, if my brother can take care of it after marrying the eighteenth concubine, and your waist is not sore and your legs don't hurt, and you haven't married yet, how about I marry you then, this is a great thing, can it wake you up in the middle of the night? ā€

"Get out," Wei Yao pushed Ying Zheng away and gritted his teeth, looking at his expression, it seemed that he was going to eat people.

"Wha," accompanied by extremely shameless laughter, Yingzheng followed the man away, and his heart was so happy, "Sister, you are my brother's pistachio." ā€