Mr. Chinese

Jin Xunfeng found the man in a tavern with turbid air. The man just glanced at him and ran away reflexively.Jin Xunfeng straddled his long legs, caught the person at the door, and threw him on the door panel, making a loud "bang".

The people around subconsciously avoided, and no one dared to approach, because they saw Jin Xunfeng's red eyes, like a bloodthirsty demon.

Jin Xunfeng was cruel this time. Before he came, he had carefully calculated that he would break two of his ribs and break his leg. It would be better to leave some marks on his face, so that he could be regarded as a treat to Jiang Huanian. Return everything intact.

The man was frightened by Jin Xunfeng's eyes, and shrank in the corner, not daring to move.Jin Xunfeng looked down at the other party condescendingly, then took out a few spiked rings from his pocket, and put them on his fingers slowly, his brows and eyes were full of hostility.

Those hands were slender and thin, with well-defined joints, so beautiful that they could be used as hands to touch, but it scared many people present.How painful must it be to be hit by so many rivets?

The man looked at Jin Xunfeng's hands trembling. He moved around quietly, wanting to rush into the crowd of onlookers. He looked at the drinking buddies around him, hoping that everyone would give him a hand, but unfortunately, everyone at the scene He kept stepping back, and everyone turned a blind eye.

"Want to run?" Jin Xunfeng kicked him in the stomach, "You try to move?"

The man swallowed, his body trembling, his eyes full of fear.

"You know how to shake now?" Jin Xunfeng patted the man's face, "Aren't you very powerful? Ah? Have you forgotten how you beat someone back then?"

The man trembled even more: "I... I'm drunk, I didn't mean to."

Jin Xunfeng grabbed the man's hair with one hand, forcing him to lift his head, and patted the man's face with the other ring-wearing hand, with a cold arc at the corner of his mouth: "Then remember, I This time was intentional."

The man started to cry, tears and snot poured out, he desperately wanted to crawl out, yelling "Help", but unfortunately the crowd was too far away, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't reach it.

Jin Xunfeng grabbed the man back and sneered: "When you beat someone, they called for help, did anyone save them?"

Jin Xunfeng raised his right fist, and it was about to fall heavily the next moment.

Suddenly, a melodious cell phone ringtone interrupted his movements, which was He Xilang's exclusive ringtone.In an instant, the hostility on Jin Xunfeng's face disappeared completely, and his tone of voice when he answered the phone was extremely gentle.

"Teacher? Is there something wrong?"

He Xilang said on the other end of the phone: "I'm making noodles with fried sauce tonight, do you want to eat?"

Winter solstice dumplings, summer solstice noodles, yes, Jin Xunfeng just remembered that today is Lixia.If he really beat this person up, he might not be able to eat the noodles cooked by the teacher at night.

"I'll come, you can keep it for me."

Jin Xunfeng took a deep breath, and then called the police.

"Hello, I'm Jin Xunfeng who reported the crime on the night of the 19th. Yes...I found someone and evidence for the fight. Come here."

There was monitoring, and there was also an injury report—the hospital identified Jiang Huanian as a second-degree minor injury. Because of the crime of intentional injury, that man went to prison again.

That night, when Jin Xunfeng arrived at He Xilang's house, He Xilang was cooking.With the sleeves rolled up high and an apron tied to his body, the kitchen was steaming hot, which seemed to be quite the same thing.

Seeing He Xilang's posture, Jin Xunfeng was delighted: "Teacher, can you still cook?"

He Xilang raised his eyebrows: "You look down on me so much? You can still cook noodles."

"No way, I'm just so surprised." When he was here in the past, the teacher hadn't cooked a single meal.Jin Xunfeng leaned against the door and asked again, "Can you help me?"

He Xilang threw a cucumber over and said, "Let's wash it."

Jin Xunfeng was playing with a cucumber in his hand, and smiled maliciously: "Teacher, are you implying something to me?"

The water boiled, and He Xilang was pulling out noodles to put into the pot, when he heard this, he raised his head: "What?"

Jin Xunfeng stuck out his tongue and licked the top of the cucumber.

"..." He Xilang threw the noodles over, and said coldly, "You can eat that cucumber with your arms tonight!"

"Hey, teacher, I was wrong," Jin Xunfeng realized that he was making too much noise, quickly put down the cucumber, and said, "Let me cook the noodles. Look, the noodles are all stuck together."

The noodles are half in the water and half in the air, half-baked.He Xilang frowned, he wanted to save him, but he didn't know how to do it.

Jin Xunfeng sighed: "Teacher, let me do it."

After all, he fished out the sticky noodles and poured another pot of water. The noodles just now were no longer edible, so he planned to make another pot.He Xilang stood on the side, a little at a loss for a moment.

Jin Xunfeng glanced irregularly, and suddenly said, "Give me the apron, too."

He Xilang took off the apron from his body and handed it over.

Jin Xunfeng spread his hands: "My hands are dirty, can teacher tie them up for me?"

He Xilang: "You still know how to push an inch."

Jin Xunfeng was not afraid of him, and asked with a smile; "Then, teacher, can you help me tie it?"

The last word "well" was disgustingly sweet, and He Xilang had goose bumps all over his body, but he still moved over with his apron.Jin Xunfeng's firepower was so strong that his skin was steaming with heat. As soon as He Xilang got close, he could feel the heat from the opponent's body.

As the distance got closer, He Xilang's voice was a little hoarse: "Raise your arms."

Jin Xunfeng raised his arms obediently, and He Xilang passed his hands under his armpits, almost at the distance from his chest to his back, and he could still hear each other's breathing, He Xilang's throat suddenly felt a little tight.

"Teacher," Jin Xunfeng said suddenly, causing He Xilang to froze in fright, "I feel like you want to hug me."

"Hold me, you can do it yourself." He Xilang became furious, and he took two steps back, his apron hanging loosely around Jin Xunfeng's waist.

Jin Xunfeng grabbed He Xilang, the tall figure pressed down like this, and then kissed the thin lips.

"Hmm..." The unexpected sneak attack made He Xilang struggle subconsciously.

Jin Xunfeng was unmoved, he supported the wall with his left hand, grabbed He Xilang's waist with his right hand, took advantage of his height, forced He Xilang to raise his head, and squeezed his knee between He Xilang's legs, almost rudely With this kiss.

He Xilang's ears turned red from holding back, and mist gradually appeared in his eyes.

After the kiss was over, Jin Xunfeng buried his head next to He Xilang's ear, breathing heavily.He Xilang was also moved, his body was so weak that he could barely stand, he could barely stand until he grabbed Jin Xunfeng's arms.

"Teacher..." Jin Xunfeng bit He Xilang's ear, his voice was full of passion/desire, "Do you want to go to the bedroom?"

He Xilang's voice was hoarse, but he pushed Jin Xunfeng away, pretending to be calm: "Cook your noodles."

Looking at He Xilang's fleeing back, Jin Xunfeng laughed foolishly, the shy teacher also has a special flavor.