Chapter 682: The Princess in Modern Times (5)

Yan Zhen pulled away Qin Gong's hand: "Take a bath, I won't leave." ”

She confirmed, "Are you really not leaving?" ”

"Don't go."

She looked at him a few times, hesitated, and finally chose to believe him, went back to the room and got a set of pajamas and went into the bathroom.

Leaving Yan Zhen's line of sight, the weakness and calmness on her face were all retracted, and she said expressionlessly: "Did you locate the person in the parking lot just now?" ”

Little 8: "Positioned." ”

She sneered, "Good." ”

"What are you going to do?"

"Kill him."

“……”

When Qin Zhen took a shower and returned to the living room in his pajamas, Yan Zhen came out with two bowls of noodles from the kitchen: "Sorry, I moved your kitchen without permission." ”

She said weakly that it was okay and sat down with him to eat noodles.

Outside, there was still thunder and lightning, and the wind was raining.

She looked at the clothes he was clinging to because he was wet: "You're going to take a shower too?" It's going to catch a cold. ”

He looked at the two empty bowls on the table.

She hurriedly said, "I'll go wash it." ”

He said in a deep voice, "There was no change of clothes. ”

"I have a bath towel hanging in the bathroom, I have a washing machine and dryer at home, you can wear it after washing and drying."

“……”

He looked at her with a dark gaze, and only then got up and went to the bathroom with her blushing face and bowing her head.

The corners of Qin Gong's lips were hooked, and he went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

Xiao 8 wondered: "Are you going to kidnap him today? Bed? ”

She chuckled, but didn't reply to him.

He wanted to ask again, but she suddenly said, "Are you watching every time I go over the clouds with the broken soul?" ”

"How is that possible!" Little 8's scalp is about to explode, "I don't have that hobby!" I didn't even look at that time!! ”

"Oh."

What does "......" oh mean? Believe it or not?

Yan Zhen took a shower and took out his clothes around a bath towel.

She hurriedly stepped forward to take the clothes: "I'll wash it." ”

Yan Zhen: "......"

She threw her clothes in the washing machine and waited until she started washing them before returning to the couch restlessly.

He sat on the other side of the couch.

The bath towel only encircled his lower body, and he played with his phone while smoking a cigarette.

"The rain has stopped."

Qin Gong subconsciously looked at the floor-to-ceiling window, and then let out a soft "um".

"The school doctor has been dismissed and the parking lot has been sent to prison. Hell, you don't have to be afraid. ”

Her eyes widened slightly.

When was this? Is it so efficient?

She checked the location, and the man was moving quickly, and it looked like the destination was the prisoner. Prison.

"Clothes are dry, I'll go."

Qin Zhi replied sullenly: "Hmm." ”

He kept staring at the phone screen and didn't look up at her.

Her eyes darkened, and she got up and sat down beside him, clinging to him.

His hand clenched as he held his phone.

"Instructor, can you stay with me tonight? There's a lot going on today, and I'm a little scared. ”

He said coldly: "You are at home, lock up, and you will be fine." ”

"In case someone picks the lock and comes in......"

"No in case."

She reached out and hugged his arm, rested her head on his shoulder, and pleaded softly, "Instructor, stay with me." ”

He let go of the phone, reached out and lifted her chin, his eyes fixed on her, "I think you're looking for a." ”

Qin Gong: "......"

Little 8: "......" is too rude.

Her eyes were slightly red: "Instructor ......"

He jerked his head down.

Little 8: "Ah, there seems to be movement in the protagonist's place, I'll go take a look!" ”

……

Xiao 8's consciousness suddenly drifted to the heroine Shen Qiao's side.

She's filming.

Play a killer who is about to assassinate the prince.

Looking at her dressed in black, her eyebrows were like frost, and Xiao 8 was teary-eyed, this is the standard posture of his host, where will it be the weak chirping monster now.

Huh.

Crying more than him.