Good luck: The fresh meat husband is so fierce

Lin Qiuran's talent for the game of eating chicken, Zhao Qichen couldn't help but be a little bit tongue-tied when he saw it.

Especially for the use of sniper rifles, you must know that Lin Qiuran is not a professional player who has undergone systematic training.

"I'm exhausted, stop playing." Lin Qiuran waved his hand and exited the game interface.

"Are you lacking in exercise? You don't even have this little physical strength..."

Zhao Qichen stared at Lin Qiuran, smiled ambiguously while talking, and hooked his chin.

There was still a pile of unwashed dishes in the kitchen waiting for Lin Qiuran to clean them. Where did she have the time to be blind with Zhao Qichen, she rolled her eyes and Lin Qiuran strode into the kitchen.

The sound of dishes colliding came from the direction of the kitchen. Zhao Qichen listened to it, as if he was possessed, and couldn't control his eyes that kept glancing over.

Lin Qiuran had already taken off her coat at this time, and a black tight-fitting bottoming shirt was attached to her delicate body, outlining her beautiful figure. The linen apron tied around her waist further accentuated her The slender waist with a full grip.

Zhao Qichen's gaze couldn't help but dim, and the constant sound of water undoubtedly became the biggest temptation at this time.

Putting down the phone, Zhao Qichen gently covered his wound, and moved towards the kitchen bit by bit.

Lin Qiuran just ate a handful of chicken and was in a very happy mood. With a cleaning sponge in his hand, he kept drawing circles on the oily plate.

The spongy foam is filled with fine white foam, and when you lower your head slightly, you can clearly smell the faint lemon fragrance.

With the movements of Lin Qiuran's hands, the foam jumped back and forth on the sponge, dishes and her fingertips.

Suddenly, a warm body covered Lin Qiuran.

There was a pause in the movement of the hand, and the sponge fell into the pool with a "snap".

"Let go! Zhao Qichen, are you crazy?"

Even if Lin Qiuran didn't have to look back, he knew who this person who didn't make any footsteps at all was.

"I can't help it. I may have been poisoned by a poison called 'Lin Qiuran' which is stronger than the one used in the final round. I can only sneak up on my 'adrenaline' to cure it, or I will die..."

Zhao Qichen breathed into Lin Qiuran's ear, and whispered.

Lin Qiuran shuddered for a while, felt the strangeness in her body, calmed down a little, gritted her teeth and said angrily:
"Then why don't you die?!"

As he said that, he was about to break free from Zhao Qichen's embrace and began to struggle continuously.

Zhao Qichen's wound was on his back near his neck. During the past few days of rest, he lay on the bed and was careful not to touch the wound. Lin Qiuran was so excited that he completely forgot that he was still injured.

"Ran Ran...don't move...it hurts..."

Zhao Qichen took a deep breath, and let out a "hiss" in pain.

Only then did Lin Qiuran remember, she immediately stopped her movements, and said worriedly:
"I can't move, I can't move, does it still hurt?"

Zhao Qichen's originally distorted expression because of the pain, instantly changed into a ruffian smirk:

"Hold Ran Ran and it won't hurt."

Lin Qiuran was so teased by Zhao Qichen that her face turned red with anger and she couldn't speak.

Zhao Qichen saw that his trick was very effective, so he said in a low voice:
"Ran Ran, don't you know that you can't move around in a man's arms? I'm not Liu Xiahui, I can't move around in my arms..."

As he said that, Zhao Qichen pushed forward vaguely with his front hip.

Lin Qiuran's face had turned into a pig's color, mixed with anger and shyness, and her mood also became angry from embarrassment.

Just as he was about to attack, he heard footsteps procrastinating on the stairs.

"Let go!"

These three words were almost squeezed out between Lin Qiuran's teeth, Zhao Qichen looked at the expression of the little woman in his arms, and let go of his hand in embarrassment.

Could it be that I overplayed myself?
But they are all old couples who have seen each other and done shameful things, why can't they make such a joke?

Lin Qiuran quickly tidied up her appearance, tried her best to restrain the expression on her face, and immediately turned around to pick up the cleaning sponge.

The person who came down was a horse monkey, rubbing his sleepy eyes, yawning and slurring his words:

"Raymond is swollen, why did you find the transom?"

Zhao Qichen's face was filled with displeasure when his good business was interrupted, and his tone was also fierce:
"I thought they were all like you, sleeping like a dead pig."

"I didn't ask you again, I asked Sister Ran Ran."

Ma Hou looked at Zhao Qichen's ugly face, wondering how he had offended him.

Lin Qiuran heard Ma Hou call his name, turned around and smiled stiffly:

"I've always...always been up this early."

The horse monkey poked his head into the sink, only then did he see that Lin Qiuran was washing the dishes.

"Even if our club is poor, we have to hire a cooking aunt... Sister Ran Ran, do you know that washing dishes and washing clothes is the most painful thing for hands. In my house, all these things belong to my father."

"I think you don't feel pain in your back when you stand and talk, why don't you help Ran Ran wash?"

When Zhao Qichen heard that Ma Hou had rushed ahead of him to be courteous to Lin Qiuran, his unhappiness deepened.

"Please, you are the one chasing Sister Ran Ran, not me, so you should be more careful..."

Ma Hou took out a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator, patted Zhao Qichen on the shoulder and left this sentence before climbing up the stairs to the room.

He just slept until he was thirsty and woke up to drink a bottle of water. His hands were used for professional keyboarding. How could they be polluted by things like detergent?
As the horse monkey walked, he felt small in his heart.

Zhao Qichen was left with a black line on his face, and Lin Qiuran's big eyes on Zhao Qichen.

From then on, Zhao Qichen spent the whole day checking whether Lin Qiuran was really angry.

Lin Qiuran was mopping the floor, and the dirty water from the mop accidentally splashed on his slippers.

Lin Qiuran wiped the table, and the dirty water on the rag threw him across the face.

Lin Qiuran tidied up the bookshelf, and a book fell from the shelf and hit him on the head.

Lin Qiuran...

Well, it seems that he is still angry.

Zhao Qichen thought silently while drawing circles.

In the evening, when all the team members upstairs gathered downstairs, Lin Qiuran still treated Zhao Qichen indifferently.

Several people also smelled a strange smell, and several people whispered.

Fatty: "Is this... a quarrel?"

Old Wolf: "I think it looks like it."

Ma Hou: "Is this the prelude to breaking up?"

Fatty: "Have they been together?"

Old Wolf and Horse Monkey: "It seems...not."

Xiaopang: "That's Fatty, my curse has come true hahaha..."

Old wolf and horse monkey: "..."

"So funny? Why don't you tell me and share it with me so I can laugh too?" Zhao Qichen walked up from behind the three of them with a blank expression on his face.

The three of them immediately fell silent, Xiaopang even winked obediently.