The belated iceberg attack [entertainment circle] GL

Qian Luo took two steps and walked out from the vermilion lacquer gate, walked quickly to the open space outside the gate, leaned his sweaty back against the cold wall, and listened to the sound of the vermilion lacquer gate closing slowly, until The heavy door was completely closed, and after making sure that no sound could come in through the crack of the door, he let out a sigh of relief.

Although it was just for a cutscene, the mistress of the Zhang family was surprisingly kind, but she was still very nervous.

Qian Luo paused at the door for a while, making sure that although his reaction just now was not smart, he did not make any serious mistakes, so he relaxed and prepared to go downstairs.

As soon as she took a step, she bumped her head into Zhang Youwei's arms. She couldn't help being startled, and looked at Zhang Youwei who was looking at her coldly with her arms around her shoulders, and said timidly, "When did you come here?"

Zhang Youwei said, "When you dragged someone up to the fourth floor by the collar."

Qian Luo thought back to that scene, she carried a stiff ghost upstairs, and Zhang Youwei hugged her shoulders quietly, with a cold face, followed silently behind her...

This scene was even scarier than what the mistress of the Zhang family told her just now that Zhang Youwei tried every means to please her.

Zhang Youwei asked: "Should we continue to investigate the case?"

Qian Luo said: "What to check, their family doesn't appreciate it, let's go and make some fun. The matter is over, and now I have the money, and you, revenge, we all How about shooting two separate episodes without interfering with each other?"

Zhang Youwei's eyes dimmed a little, and his brows frowned again: "What did you say?"

Qianluo blinked at her.

The blood on Zhang Youwei's face faded slowly, she frowned at Qianluo, just looked at her without moving.

After staring at her seriously for three seconds, Qianluo clapped her hands and laughed loudly: "Haha, if you don't want me to just say it, why are you so funny, you are so cute..."

Zhang Youwei's bloody face that had just disappeared turned red in an instant, and her beautiful eyes were a little angry because she was teased by others. No interference?"

Qian Luo: Zhang Xiaowei, if you take it seriously, it won't be fun...

Seeing that she didn't speak, and stood still like a wooden figure, Qian Luo had no choice but to reach out to poke her face, but she didn't expect to be slapped back by the other party just as she stretched out her hand.

Qian Luo said pitifully: "It hurts so much..."

Zhang Youwei didn't say a word, she slapped her hand away, turned around and walked down, her steps were fast, thumping on the extremely tall stairs of Zhang's house.Qian Luo hurriedly chased after him, but the stairs of Zhang's house were extremely high, and each step was twice as high as the normal steps.Qian Luo is notoriously short-legged, and it is quite difficult to follow Zhang Youwei's two long legs at the moment. She almost slipped and slipped down after taking two steps, so she could only shout from above: "I'm kidding you!" , Zhang Youwei, it's not like you don't know that I am teasing you every day..."

Maybe that guy blushes and gets angry too easily. I don't know when teasing her has become a part of Qianluo's life. It seems that when she wakes up every day because she is angry at night, she is trying to tease Zhang Youwei. After the second time, I didn't expect that she was still so funny.

However, when Zhang Youwei was angry, she would often strike directly, but now she turned around and left. Compared with the previous appearance of pulling out a sword to scare her, she was startled.

Could this guy really like her?

Qianluo and Zhang Youwei are so used to teasing her that she always likes to tease her and say that she likes her. Since when did she take it seriously?

However, if this guy's face is not too smelly, she is really a pretty good little girl. If this guy is as good as when he took the medicine every day, then Qian Luo can't wait to hold her in his arms and rub her twice every day. It's gone, and the kind that won't let go.

Qianluo managed to catch up with Zhang Youwei, and stretched out her hand to pull her sleeve: "Zhang Xiaoben, don't be angry, how could I break up with you? It's not like you don't know I like you, I'm just testing it out. Yes."

Zhang Youwei turned to look at her with a sullen face.

Another stinking face.

The girlish feelings that Qian Luo had finally raised were completely wiped out by her.

Qian Luo said: "Stare at me again, every time I see you stare at me, I just want to leave..."

Zhang Youwei's face became even more gloomy: "Then get out."

Qian Luo rushed forward to hug her with one arm, and rubbed against her shamelessly: "I'm not leaving! People like you!"

Zhang Youwei said: "I'll give you one last chance, now let go and get lost."

Qian Luo raised a small face and looked at her with bright eyes: "Don't get lost."

Zhang Youwei said, "Let go!"

Qian Luo buried her head in her arms: "Not loose!"

Zhang Youwei: "..."

That's it.

Love or not.

After the two stalemate downstairs for nearly 10 minutes, Zhang Youwei coughed lightly, her cheeks flushed slightly, and said, "Qianluo."

Qian Luofu looked up at her cheekily again.

Zhang Youwei turned his eyes to look elsewhere: "How can I walk if you are so dependent?"

Qian Luo's face was unusually thick. At this moment, she rubbed against her body again, and said shamelessly, "Then you carry me on your back—" Before she finished speaking, Zhang Youwei picked up her collar and carried her away. , Qian Luo's current situation is no different from that of the little ghost just now, and she couldn't help but hurt her self-esteem, but she knew that it would be useless to tell Zhang Youwei that she was sad, so she could only say helplessly: "Zhang Youwei. "

Zhang Youwei glanced at her.

Qian Luo said: "My clothes are all sold on the street, if you do this, I will fall to my death."

Zhang Youwei said, "Then just carry the belt."

Qian Luo: "...you go and look in the mirror, this posture is so shameful..."

As Qian Luo was talking, she suddenly realized something was wrong, and suddenly raised her head to look at Zhang Youwei; "Did you do it on purpose?"

God, when did this guy learn to tease her?

At first, I thought this guy would blush and get angry every time he flirted with him, but if it goes on like this, when will he become an old driver?

Zhang Youwei pursed her lips and smiled, "No."

Qian Luo angrily stretched out her paws to scratch her: "You did it on purpose! Zhang Youwei, let go!"

Zhang Youwei dragged her away with her belt: "Calm down, I really want to do it now."

Qian Luo said angrily: "You can do it like this. I have always told you that I like you brazenly and shamelessly. As for you, I will be responsible for being your little princess, eldest lady, Your Majesty the Empress with a cold face, and then If you stare at me, I will shrink my head. You still don’t let me flirt with you when I’m free. I’ll hit you every now and then. I don’t like you anymore. Even if you take medicine, I don’t like you. Already!"

Zhang Youwei asked, "What?"

There was a flash of inspiration in Qian Luo's head, and he suddenly laughed and said, "You were crying and begging for goldfish, do you know that? You are so cute, does your mother know?"

The two of them were arguing and walked to the door of the house. Suddenly, Zhang Youwei's body, which was striding forward, suddenly stopped, and Qian Luo, who was being carried by her belt, didn't react, and was almost thrown out by her. .

Qian Luo raised his head hesitantly.

In front of him was a figure in a red dress.

A woman in red wearing a mask is slowly coming out of the black and white door of life and death, her long skirt dragging the floor, and the moment it comes into contact with the outside air, it fades away like a withered plant.

Beside her was standing a bloody figure, with a respectful expression at the moment, reaching out to support the woman who was struggling to walk.

It is shallow.

The patriarch of the Zhang family actually came out from the gate of life and death.

The woman's delicate and fair face withered instantly when it came into contact with the air, the smooth and firm skin quickly dried up, and the young face was quickly covered with wrinkles.Under Qian Fang's support, those slender and beautiful hands became as thin as dry bamboo.

The woman in red——no, the old man in red opened his shriveled mouth slightly, and said softly, "After thousands of years, I finally came out."

Qian Fang bowed slightly respectfully, the woman's red dress was reflected on her bloody chest, and there was a smile on the corner of her broken mouth: "Slow down."

Qian Luo was gently put down by Zhang Youwei. When she turned her head to look at Zhang Youwei, she saw a trace of fanaticism appearing on her face that rarely had emotional fluctuations, which seemed to be yearning and admiration.Qian Luo recalled that this guy seemed to want to go into that door to meet the patriarch since he was a child, but now he actually got to see him, his expression was more excited than ever.

Qian Luo hurriedly bowed: "Senior."

Zhang Youwei woke up suddenly, took two steps forward, and said in a voiceless voice: "Grandma Patriarch..."

The old man in red pursed his dry lips, looked at her and smiled: "Good boy, you've grown up."

Zhang Youwei subconsciously went to help her, her fingers trembling slightly, she was too excited to speak.

However, the moment she held the old man's wrist, the wrist quickly disappeared from her hand, becoming nothingness and untouchable.

Qian Fang's hand is also empty.

At this time, Qianluo sighed and supported the old man.There was a trace of disgust in Qian Fang's respectful and serious eyes, and he looked at Qian Luo indifferently, but Qian Luo didn't even look at him, just asked: "Can you go, senior? Do you want me to carry you?"

The old man in red smiled wryly, his voice hoarse: "Don't help me, we are leaving."

Although it was a very light sentence, Qian Luo still felt the weight of the old man's words in the Zhang family, so he could only let go.

Qian Fang went out with the old man, when he walked to the door, he suddenly stood still, looked back at Qian Luo at the intersection of sunlight and darkness, with a smile on his lips.The originally handsome face was stained with blood and scars that could not be wiped off, and the meaning of that smile was clearly——

I won.