After becoming a mermaid, the group of friends exploded

Chongyang's fingers were slightly scalded, he pushed back the long hair on Cheng Jing's back, and stroked it with his whole palm, the scalding temperature made Chongyang slightly startled, and the gloom in his eyes dissipated a lot.

Didn't the sperm in his head gain the upper hand, Shen Zhongyang withdrew his hand and cupped Cheng Jing's face with both hands, "Xiao Jing?"

Cheng Jing opened her eyes, said something vaguely, and touched the back of Chong Yang's hand lightly as if gaining strength, but quickly fell to the table.

Shen Zhongyang's eyes were slightly darkened, he stretched out his hand to pour a glass of water, and brought it to Cheng Jing's lips, "Little Jing, drink some water."

Cheng Jing turned her head to avoid the glass of water, and made a muffled sound in resistance.

Chong Yang slipped down with one hand and twisted Cheng Jing's chin, causing him to open his lips slightly. With the other hand, he pointed the glass of water at his lips and poured it down.

Cheng Jing struggled to reach out to push Chongyang's hand away, but she really lost her strength, so she could only let Chongyang move.

After pouring down a glass of water, the muffled voice in Cheng Jing's throat gradually disappeared. Although his face was still flushed, the slightly frowning brows relaxed. Chong Yang reached out and touched his face, which was still hot .

Chong Yang's eyes fell on the crimson ears inexplicably, and his heart, which was as hot as Cheng Jing's, gradually cooled down. When he looked at Cheng Jing again, he had closed his eyes tightly, his breathing was calm, and he was actually asleep. passed.

Chongyang paused, helped him onto the bed, raised his hand and put down the curtain.

At this time, the sky was already bright, and the morning sun shone through the window and lightly fell on the ground, like a light-woven blanket.Zhongyang turned the wheelchair to the window, he raised his hand and pushed the window open, and looked outside vaguely. It was the time when peonies were in full bloom. It has already become a garden, colorful and colorful, and a hundred flowers are competing for beauty. The golden yellow peony he bought with a lot of money, the golden petals are like a layer of golden sand in the sun, which looks extraordinarily radiant. When the window is opened, the breeze blows, blowing the A fresh but not strong fragrance of flowers was sent in, which made people feel better after smelling it, and the dryness and heat on their bodies also reduced a lot.

Shen Zhongyang looked at the butterflies fluttering in the flowers, and was about to look back casually, but a print on the window sill caught his attention.

Shen Zhongyang's eyes were slightly focused, he stretched out his fingers, scratched the black mark lightly, put it between his fingers, and sniffed it with the tip of his nose.

It's the smell of soil, this mark, a glint of light flashed in Shen Zhongyang's eyes, and his sight fell on that mark again, the shape also resembled half a shoe print.

The footprints that obviously came out of the house made Shenyang feel irritable. He endured to wake up Cheng Jing and questioned his emotions. With the other hand, he took out a handkerchief and wiped the dirt on his fingers, then pushed The wheelchair is out the door.

With a gloomy expression, he asked the two guards at the door: "After I left, did you hear anything in the room?"

The two looked at each other, were silent for a while, and said hesitantly: "After the young master left, we felt sleepy for some reason, so we took a nap..."

Zhongyang's face became even more gloomy, his dark eyes turned around the two of them, and one of them continued to bite the bullet: "Afterwards, Han Wu hastily woke us up, saying that the thieves had entered... .But the young master is safe and sound." After a pause, his voice lowered a little, "It's because the subordinates didn't do their job well. Please punish me, young master."

Shen Zhongyang moved away his cold gaze, and said, "Call Han Wu over."

The man immediately responded and stepped back.

After a while, Han Wu came over. As soon as he came, he invited Chongyang to an open space outside the courtyard with a serious face.

There was a straw mat placed on the open space, and the hand that fell from between the straw mat and the white cloth caused a stern look in Zhong Yang's eyes, "What's going on?"

Han Wu couldn't hide the strange look on his face. He lifted the white cloth and retreated behind Chongyang, "Please look, young master."

Zhong Yang's eyes fell on the corpse under the white cloth, he was so surprised that he couldn't speak, he saw a shriveled corpse lying on the white cloth, the exposed skin showed cracks like dry soil, The trace was quite deep, but there was no trace of blood seeping out. There was a comfortable and satisfied smile on the face of the deceased. This smile seemed to be frozen on his face. Looking under him, the belt has been lost, the trousers hang loosely at the waist, and there are dark wet marks on the corners of the clothes.

Han Wu noticed Chongyang's gaze, and said: "At that time, when I found Xiaosi, his pants were not far away, and most of his clothes were unbuttoned."

Shen Zhongyang looked at the corpse without moving his eyeballs. After a long time, he said, "There are footprints on the window sill in the house, it's not his, someone has entered the house."

Han Wu's face was gloomy, and just when he was about to say something, Chongyang raised his arms and said to him, "From now on, we will triple the number of people around the courtyard, and absolutely no one will be allowed to enter the house again."

Han Wuying was looking at the corpse with a heavy sun, his pale and thin fingers tightly pinching the handle of the wheelchair.

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At this time, Cheng Jing frowned again, and he slowly opened his eyes, which were slightly dark under the sunlight.

He looked at the curtain above his head, his chaotic mind slowly woke up, his fingers trembled, the kind of pleasure that made his hands and feet go limp still seemed to remain in his body, so that his body was limp and unable to exert strength.

Cheng Jing slid her throat, the blush on her face had subsided, leaving only a layer of light color, which was particularly obvious on her fair, almost transparent face.

After a while, Cheng Jing felt that her strength had returned, so she supported the bed and raised half of her body.

"Are you okay?" There was another small voice in his ear, and Cheng Jing turned her head with lingering fear, and met those long and narrow eyes.

The owner of the eyes is naturally the merman. He looked at Cheng Jing, his red eyes showed a bit of coldness at this time, "You have been induced to be in heat."

Cheng Jing's throat was dry, "Induce estrus?"

The merman's expression was indifferent, he stared at Cheng Jing's slightly dark red eyes, he did not explain Cheng Jing's doubts, but said in a flat tone: "Chongyang Yang has discovered me, this time not only may not be able to take you away , and maybe put myself in, now this yard is on the third floor and the third floor, and I'm also trapped here."

Cheng Jing paused, and he said shyly: "You mean, we can't leave?"

The shark didn't speak, it seemed to be a tacit agreement.

Cheng Jing was silent, he looked away from the shark, and stretched out his clenched hand to his lips with a bad face, after a while, he said: "I will find a way to make you leave. "

After a while, he thought of a way. He looked at the shark and said, "Can't you change into someone else's appearance?"

The merman raised his eyebrows to look at him, Cheng Jing thought he was sure, and continued: "When the time comes, I will call the guard outside the door to come in, you hide behind and knock him unconscious, then pretend to be him, and I will make a fuss about eating roast chicken , let you go down the mountain to buy it for me, so that you can leave."

Cheng Jing felt that this method was perfect, so he felt that it would not drag the Merman down, and forced a smile on his face.

Shark looked at him, complex emotions flashed in his red eyes, he raised one corner of his lips slightly, and showed an inexplicable smile, "It's indeed a good idea, but I'm afraid it won't surpass Chongyang."

Cheng Jing's face collapsed, and she murmured: "Then what should I do?"

The merman sighed softly, and looked away, "I can only take one step and watch one step at a time," he said.

"By the way, may I know your name?" Cheng Jing asked in a low voice.

The merman paused, turned his head to look at him, his red eyes were as transparent as jade in the sunlight, "Jiao Lan, you can call me Jiao Lan." He said softly.

Cheng Jing read aloud, and when she was about to say her name, Jiao Lan stopped her, "Cheng Jing, I know your name."

Cheng Jing was a little surprised, "How do you know?"

Jiao Lan pursed her lips, "Guess."

"It's boring, don't guess." Cheng Jing shook her head.

Jiao Lan smiled, and the remaining indifference on his face disappeared. He looked at Cheng Jing's somewhat gloomy face and said, "I brought you something you like."

Then, he took out a box from behind and handed it to Cheng Jing, looking at Cheng Jing with a deep smile in his eyes, "You will like it."

Cheng Jingchi paused, reached out to take the box, gently pushed the button with thin white fingers, and opened the box, he saw a row of glutinous rice balls inside, couldn't help but glance at Jiao Lan, "What is this?"

Jiao Lan pursed her lips and laughed, and said in a low voice, "Of course it's for food, try it, I made it myself."

Cheng Jing was a little hesitant and didn't make a move.

Jiao Lan's eyes flickered, and she said with a light smile, "Why, are you still afraid that I will poison you?"

"How could it be?" Cheng Jing nags, reaching out and twisting a piece of glutinous dumpling into her mouth.

His expression became hesitant as the glutinous ball slipped into his throat, before he had time to look at Jiao Lan, he stretched out his hand to twist another piece of glutinous ball and put it in his mouth.

Jiao Lan watched him eat up all the glutinous balls in the box, and licked the residue on his fingertips, and couldn't help laughing.

"Is it delicious?" He asked, with softness in his long and narrow eyes.

Cheng Jing closed the box and said, "It tastes weird, but it's delicious."

"It's right that it smells strange," he said softly, and then smiled again with narrowed eyes.