[Wearing the Book] The villain is not easy to mess with

Although he avoided it in time, Shen Qian's fingertips still scratched the tips of his ears.

Crunchy and soft, with a bit of tantalizing warmth, rubbed across without a trace, ten fingers connected to the heart, seductive and tantalizing, as if hiding a very secret intimacy.

I also remembered that when he fainted, he touched the hot little piece of his body... it was not as long as his fingers, and it could be filled with one hand...

If he marries a girl in the future, he wonders if he can satisfy her.

But everything is small and exquisite, it should be exquisite and exquisite, and the appearance is enough, at least that girl will not lose money.

Forget it, it's better not to take advantage of others, let me accept this kind of stunner!It should also eliminate harm for the people!

Shen Qian subconsciously curled the finger that touched the tip of his ear into his palm.

It seems that doing so can make his temperature stay longer.

On the surface, he remained calm: "Why don't you eat instant noodles when you're hungry? We eat this all the food here."

The pampered young master is used to being served by delicacies from mountains and seas, his nose is as delicate as the tip of his tongue, how can he stand the smell of inferior spice packets of instant noodles?

He cast a disgusted look at the noodles, which had been soaked in water for too long and had swelled to the thickness of half a finger, "No, I don't eat instant noodles!"

The tone was obviously disgusting, but Shen Qian could hear a little bit of coquettishness, and asked in a good temper: "Then what do you want to eat?"

Jiang Yuran's eyes lit up, and the pupil color collided with the sunlight, "I want to eat sirloin steak, Marseille fish soup, French foie gras, Parisian lobster... It's best to have a bowl of creamy mushroom soup, so that I can eat The lost blood has returned."

Shen Qian had a headache, he had never heard of these things at all, and it took him a long time to answer: "So you like to eat meat?"

"Well, meat is fine too."

"Any meat will do?"

"I can accept anything except dog meat and rat meat."

Shen Qian turned his head to think about this question seriously, and said after a while: "There is no dog meat, no mouse meat, but I can let people go to other food, cut two pieces of meat, roast it for you, and put it on the instant noodles for cooking." How about the condiments?"

Other food, isn't this fucking human flesh?

Jiang Yuran's scalp exploded, and he picked up the instant noodles with difficulty, "Forget it, I'll eat instant noodles..."

After a while, Shen Qian heard the sound of him sucking noodles, and a pleasing smile appeared on his handsome face covered by gauze.

But Jiang Yuran's overly delicate stomach couldn't bear this kind of cheap food that cost [-] cents.

In addition, he hadn't eaten for a few days, and suddenly he ate something spicy and strange, and within two bites, his stomach began to ache.

The more you eat, the more it hurts.

"Well……"

He really couldn't eat anymore, he picked up the cup and wanted to drink hot water, but having a cleanliness attack seemed to kill him, he turned to Shen Qian: "Whose cup is this?"

Shen Qian wanted to say it was mine, but the words came out of his mouth: "The cup is new. I specially asked Zhang Yu to clean it and sterilize it. You can use it with confidence."

Only then did Jiang Yuran put his lips to the mouth of the cup in peace.

The air was pierced by a slight swallowing sound, and Shen Qian pricked up his ears.

He could almost imagine what an alluring picture would be of such a cute and small Adam's Apple jumping up and down.

Especially those two sweet and soft lips, close to where he often sticks, is it considered an indirect kiss?

But after drinking a cup of hot water, Jiang Yuran's stomach was still burning with pain, as if a small serrated knife was being pulled back and forth in it.

As soon as the cup was loosened, he had already fallen down on the bed, his body curled up into a small inseparable ball, and he made a few nasal sounds with a crying tone.

Shen Qian sensed something was wrong, and recovered from his brain: "What's wrong?"

"Instant noodles are poisonous, and my stomach hurts after eating..." Jiang Yuran couldn't hold back, crying out in pain.

Hearing his cry, Shen Qian panicked for a moment, "Ah, then, what should I do? How about I knock you out, it won't hurt anymore."

Jiang Yuran: "..."

Jiang Yuran: "Is this how you usually treat food?"

Shen Qian was puzzled: "Is there a problem with this?"

Jiang Yuran was speechless, hugged the pillow tightly and crawled into the corner of the bed.

What's wrong with them?The problem is yourself.

Obviously living a good life, but he transmigrated into this kind of garbage novel, and treated non-human creatures as human beings.

It was me who overestimated myself and raised my sense of existence in the other party's mind!

Seeing that he didn't speak again, Shen Qian stood up and touched him, "What's the matter? Are you fainted from pain?"

"No, sit down, I don't have time to care about you now."

Jiang Yuran trembled when he spoke, tears fell down, and the pillow towel was wet.

Shen Qian's heart ached when he heard it: "Why don't I ask Zhang Yu to come over and show you?"

"What's your name?"

"Call!"

"Do you still have a phone?"

"It's the 26th century now, is it strange to have a telephone?"

"What? Is it the 26th century?"

Jiang Yuran sat up from the bed like a corpse, picked up the unfinished bucket of instant noodles and glanced at it.

He noticed a time just now, it looks like 2596 or something.

Take a closer look, and there is a sudden reflection on the instant noodle bucket: production date 2596.5.20.

The thick eyelashes fluttered quickly, as if flying, "What date is it today?"

"2609, June 6th, what's wrong?"

"When you give food foam noodles, don't you look at the production date?"

Shen Qian was stunned but didn't understand, "I still need to see the production date?"

Jiang Yuran: "Brother, all food has a shelf life. You gave me instant noodles more than ten years ago, do you really want to eat me to death so that you can continue my homework?"

"I've never eaten instant noodles, I don't know, what should I do now?"

The aliens don't eat human food, but they can drink human wine, but the longer the wine is stored, the sweeter it will be.

They thought it was the same with instant noodles.

No one cares about the words that say how long the shelf life is on the package of instant noodles, which is thinner than ants.

Therefore, when Zhang Yu was picking, he deliberately picked the oldest box...

Jiang Yuran cried even harder, even if you have a cat or a dog, you have to check the feed date!What are you raising food for?

Come out, author, I promise not to beat you to death!

"I'm going to brush my teeth, you call him and ask him to get me some stomach pain medicine, probiotics... Uh, forget about your blindness, where is your phone? Let me dial..."

……

Zhang Yu pushed open the door of his room and smelled a slight rotten smell.

He sniffed, frowned in displeasure, and scolded coldly: "Why are you hiding? Come out!"

The curtains in the whole room were drawn tightly, and the room was dark and deep. A steel pipe was inserted from the floor in the corner of the closet, and the steel pipe extended directly to the ceiling.

And on the steel pipe, a rough iron chain is tied!

The other end of the iron chain snaked under the curtain, as if it was restraining a small animal. After hearing his voice, it trembled, causing the curtain to shake.

Zhang Yu lost his patience, walked over a few steps, grabbed the end of the iron chain and pulled it hard, and instantly pulled out a...