The scumbag provoked the blackened male god again

Chapter 400 Top-notch honey pet [25]

Yuan Qi Wei paused, his long eyelashes lifted slightly, revealing those cold and quiet eyes.

The exquisite and beautiful young man stood opposite him, looking at him calmly.

Seeing that he didn't respond, the young man's thin lips slightly curled up, and he called out again.

Yuan Qi pulled his lips lightly, and said, "It's a coincidence."

"It just suddenly occurred to me that her things were left here, and I'll give them to her. What about you, why are you here?" Yuan Zhao narrowed his lingering peach blossom eyes slightly, and glanced at his bitten lips, his brows and eyes It suddenly darkened.

"Did you kiss her?"

"She said, it's not a kiss." Yuan Qi touched his lips and said thoughtfully, "However, her lips are sweet. They used to be, and they are still now."

He probably wanted to use this to declare his sovereignty, but Yuan Zhao said blankly, "Oh, is it delicious? Do you like it?"

"Of course, I like it very much. Sweet ones have always been my appetite."

Yuan Zhao laughed back in anger, clapped his hands and said, "You help me taste it in advance, should I thank you?"

Yuan Qi raised his eyebrows, and his voice was like jade: "Why, stop pretending? If you pretend to be a good boy for a few more days, I might consider giving you more shares."

Yuan Zhao finally couldn't help it, and said angrily, "Don't talk about your father's will! That doesn't explain anything at all, and it's even very likely that you forged it!"

"Oh, are you going to say in your next sentence that my father might have been killed by my design?" Yuan Qihan's eyes were deep, and a hint of sneer appeared on his thin lips, "Sure enough, you are a young man who always has such a big heart for the world." What a naive and beautiful fantasy—but I must tell you, your fantasy is false. I did not kill my father, and the will was written by my father himself. Whether you want to believe it or not."

Yuan Zhao's eyes were cold.

"pat"--

The door was pushed open from the inside, revealing a flirtatious face.

The two were stunned, and Yuan Qi turned around abruptly.

"If you want to quarrel, go away and don't block the door. You can hear clearly from inside. The sound insulation effect of this door is surprisingly poor."

Seeing her eyes light up, Yuan Zhao hurried forward, stared at her with a downcast smile and said, "It's just right, it saves me the trouble of knocking on the door. You left your stuff here, did you find it?"

Shen Lang glanced at him calmly, "What?"

"Why don't you invite me in first?"

"You two are in the same group." She gave a sinister laugh, and "bang" - closed the door.

"..." Yuan Zhao was dumbfounded.

Turning around abruptly, he suppressed his anger and asked, "What did you tell her!"

Yuan Qi also stared at the door, and after a while, Wan slowly said: "I talked a lot....Which sentence do you want to hear?"

"You told her about our relationship?"

"She guessed it herself." Yuan Qi frowned, not in the mood to talk to him, "If you want to go in, just keep knocking on the door persistently here. Maybe she will soften your heart...maybe."

Speaking of which, in fact no one knows Shen Lang's temper better than him.This little disciple of his will never be soft on people or anyone.

If the urging is too tight, she may still be annoyed, come up and slap you and then retreat lightly, to the distance that you can't reach.

After leaving such a sentence, he turned around and left, his long legs moved gracefully, and his demeanor could not be concealed when he walked.

Yuan Zhao's eyes were gloomy, and he sneered at his tall and straight back, took out his phone and started sending messages to Shen Lang:
"Director Shen, why didn't you open the door?"

Waited for a while, no reply.

Yuan Zhao tentatively knocked on the door again, "...Shen Lang?"

There was silence in the door, as if startled by his knock, there was a sudden sound of bowls and basins falling to the ground.

Yuan Zhao was slightly startled, and knocked on the door harder, "Shen Lang? Shen Lang! Open the door!"

At this time, Shen Lang was lying on the smooth floor of the kitchen, his back was so painful that he couldn't stand upright, he had to support his waist, gritted his teeth and shouted outside: "Don't just knock...the door is unlocked, you come in by stepping on a horse!"

Yuan Zhao was taken aback, and quickly turned the doorknob to try it—it was unlocked.

The door opened.

He lifted his feet and rushed in, and then saw the beauty trembling with pain on the ground and gasping for breath in the kitchen.

"...Shen Lang!" His pupils shrank slightly, and he quickly stepped forward to hug her, letting her take off her strength and lean on him, "It hurts?"

"...Nonsense." She frowned and put her hands on her waist, "Take me to the hospital...please."

"Then why are you being so polite!" He cursed in a low voice, and then carefully picked her up, "Is this posture okay, is it uncomfortable?"

"Yes." She moved a bit, her brows slowly relaxed, "Is your car outside?"

"exist."

"The assistant is following you?"

"I didn't let him follow."

At the moment when he said this, he had already walked to the door and whispered: "You come to open the door."

Holding her in his arms, he couldn't help himself.

Shen Lang complied obediently.

"Can the co-pilot sit?"

Shen Lang smiled painfully, "When I arrived at the hospital, I guess I would go directly to the morgue."

Hearing this, he gently put her on the back seat and asked in a low voice, "Is this position okay?"

"Yes." Although it still hurts, she calmed down strangely, with her long legs lazily crossed, slumped on the seat, and said with a smile, "You can drive slowly, there is no need to rush."

He paused, said good in a low voice, then closed the door, turned around and got into the driver's seat.

On the way, she talked to him occasionally.

"Your brother looks very similar to you."

"You told him that too?"

"That's right." She smiled, "It's just that he doesn't think so."

"I don't think so either." He slightly tightened his slender fingers holding the steering wheel, "...Shen Lang, in fact, there is nothing alike between me and him."

"Really." She bit the words lightly, drooping her long eyelashes in an unclear manner, her red lips slightly curled up, "You are equally beautiful and stubborn."

Yuan Zhao was startled.

"what do you mean?"

"It's not interesting." Shen Lang casually took the cushions from the side, put it under his head, and said lightly, "It's just that you don't realize it, it's not that I don't understand you."

Yuan Zhao's exquisite eyebrows and eyes darkened slightly.

"But no one would like to hear such words." Poor Yuan Zhao, recalling what Yuan Qi had said to him, looked gloomy and cold, "No one would want to be a copy of another person."

"You're not a copy." The beauty sighed softly, as if muttering to herself, "You're just too much like him. But I won't take you as him."

"Shen Lang." Yuan Zhao's pupils were pitch-black, tumbling with turbulent dark colors, and the blue veins on the back of his hands were slightly raised, "What exactly do you want?"

Shen Lang smiled indifferently: "Before I answer your question, you have to tell me your purpose first. What do you want? Is it to anger your brother, or is it purely for me?"

Yuan Zhao suddenly froze, his brows were astonished.

(End of this chapter)