Calculation rules for second-hand goods and second-hand forces

black forest.

The boundless swamp.

Out of breath.

Out of breath.

Zhao Zuo struggled to wake up from the nightmare again.

"Hmm...cough cough cough cough cough."

Something pressed against his mouth, soft.

He opened his eyes and met a human face.

"Woo!" Zhao Zuo yelled in shock, and the moment he yelled, he also recognized the other party.

Besides Yan Luoqing, there could be no one else.

His right lips were pressed against his own.No wonder I couldn't breathe.

Zhao Zuo was mixed with sorrow and joy, and turned his face sideways: "I, ahem, I am almost starving to death, you still have the mood to do this." As he said that, he suddenly felt that his hunger was reduced by half.

Feeling half full.

Taking a closer look, Yan Luoqing was holding a bowl of porridge, and there was only half a bowl of porridge left.

There is also something like porridge in the throat, no wonder it is itchy.

Zhao Zuo swallowed, it was really porridge: "Cough, cough, you will die if you don't feed it with your mouth?" Thinking of something, he shook his wrist, "You should untie it first..."

Zhao Zuo, who had finally freed his wrists, rubbed the place where he had been strangled for two days, angrily: "Damn, it's all purple, did you see it? You almost killed me..." After rambling for a long time, he found out Yan Luoqing remained silent for a long time.

Zhao Zuo couldn't help but feel a little nervous: "Can you make it?"

"You can go." Yan Luoqing said lightly.

Zhao Zuo was angry and funny, "Oh, you were told to let you go before, but now if you want to kill someone, you will let him go."

"It means you don't want to leave." Yan Luoqing smiled.

"No, no, no," Zhao Zuo said hastily, "I'll do it right away." As he spoke, he struggled to get up from the bed, but found that even this movement was very difficult.

Obviously, there is food in his stomach, but the feeling of hunger has not completely disappeared.

Zhao Zuo stood up with the head of the bed, and said weakly, "Can you let me digest and digest, I haven't slowed down yet." His hands and feet were as soft as cotton, and the nourishment hadn't had time to be transported.

Seemingly determined that Yan Luoqing would not object, he sat down again and drank the half bowl of porridge beside the bed in one gulp.

The feeling that the stomach is gradually full is really wonderful.

He almost had the urge to jump off a building with happiness.

Most people don't understand the happiness of escape from death.

Before he could finish being moved by the food, Yan Luoqing's voice rang out again: "Would you like me to count down?"

Zhao Zuo looked at him with some amusement, "You turned your face so soon?" Who was the one who hugged him and kissed him endlessly just now.

Yan Luoqing said angrily, "You are the one who wants to break up."

"Can you not mention this?" Zhao Zuo finished speaking and raised the bowl, licking the bottom of the bowl, where there were still three grains of rice.Feeling the murderous intent coming from the side, he thought about what he had suffered in the past two days, and hurriedly put down the bowl to apologize, "Is there any porridge left?"

Yan Luoqing slammed the door and left without even looking at him.

If I had known earlier, I would have let you die here.

Yan Luoqing thought angrily.

Yan Luoqing went back to the hospital.

Qi Han checked him for half a day, "he recovered very well."

"Slept for almost two days. Are you okay?"

Qi Han shrugged: "Excessive blood loss corresponds to physical weakness, and physical weakness corresponds to lethargy. If you get enough sleep, you will recover quickly."

"Oh, let's leave the hospital."

Qi Han laughed loudly, "After running away for two days, you came back to be discharged from the hospital, you are sick."

Are you sick.

Hearing these four words, Yan Luoqing trembled as if hit by an arrow somewhere, and he laughed angrily, "I'm just fucking sick."

Yes, I am sick.

Yan Luoqing was thinking about this sentence on the way home.

If he wasn't sick, how could he be in this state because of such a fool, idiot, brainless, 2.

Being played around.

Humph.

I intentionally parked the car downstairs for a long time, seeing that it was getting late, I thought to myself, even if I digest it, it should be digested, right?

Then I went upstairs slowly.

Sure enough, Zhao Zuo was no longer there.

The porridge in the pot was swept away.

After searching the study room, the comics under Zhao Zuo's bed were gone.

Go away.

Yan Luoqing smiled, picked up a kitchen knife and chopped Zhao Zuo's folding bed to pieces.

He picked up the wreckage one by one and put them in a garbage bag.

Every time I picked up a piece, it was like mocking my heart that had been thrown to pieces.

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