Let’s Lose A Billion Today First

Chapter 216: Return of the King (13)

Jiang Ye chuckled. He walked forward, deliberately approaching Chuzheng, and lowered his voice: "Lonely men and widows live in the same room, Miss Sheng, what's wrong with you, eh?"

There was a kind of careless laziness between the young man's gestures.

The black eyes are clear and moist, and the lights fall into them, like stars adorning the universe, vast and mysterious.

Qing Jun's beautiful face was smiling, and the breeze was as clear as the moon.

Chu Zheng was unmoved by the beauty in front of him.

What happened to the lone man and the widow?

Can you still fight?

Chu Zheng said calmly: "Take off your clothes."

Jiang Ye: "..."

Jiang Ye was silent for a few seconds, suddenly raised a little smile, took off his windbreaker at will, and put his fingers on the buttons on his shirt.

His action is as if the slow button is being pressed.

"Hurry up." She still wants to go back to sleep! What the **** are you doing!

"..." Is she female!

Jiang Ye unbuttoned a few times.

Under the shirt, there is a young boy's body with beauty and strength. The abdomen is still wrapped with a bandage, and the smooth-line mermaid line goes all the way down, hidden in the pants under the belt.

The boy dropped his shirt on his shoulder, and he smiled, "Miss Sheng, please."

Chu Zheng stepped forward without changing his face and removed the boy's bandage.

Standing is not very convenient. Chu Zheng pushed him onto the bed and sat down. Chu Zheng squatted down and checked the wound first.

The young man supported the bed with his hands behind him, Chuzheng's fingers swept across his skin, as if there was a tiny electric current flowing all over his body.

He shuddered slightly.

He never knew that he would feel this way when he was touched.

"Miss Sheng." Jiang Ye called her.

"Ok?"

"Are you so good to people? Do it yourself?" Jiang Ye tilted his head, his fine and soft hair hanging to one side with his movements.

"No." Who has such idle time, I'm very busy, OK?

Jiang Ye tried to ignore that Chuzheng touched his hand: "So Miss Sheng is so good to me?"

Chu Zheng thought about it: "Yeah."

"why?"

Because you are a good person card!

"There is no why."

"Why is there no reason to be good to one person?" Jiang Ye's eyes were deep: "Miss Sheng, no one would be good to others for no reason."

"Because I want to be a good person."

After Chu Zheng checked the wound, he reapplied the medicine. The wound hadn't healed completely. The medicine soaked into the wound and it hurt.

Jiang Ye pursed his lower lip, waiting for the pain to pass.

"Miss Sheng wants to be a good person, so why don't you say that it's not so good to everyone...hiss..."

Chuzheng was impatient at hearing, she just wanted to be a good person, to be a good person, what to ask! You don't think I'm a good person after asking!

Chuzheng rudely pressed his finger against his wound, threatening him: "You try again."

Jiang Ye: "..."

You poke me again! !

Jiang Ye endured the pain and motioned to himself not to speak.

Chuzheng released his hand and quickly bandaged the wound.

Chu Zheng got up and packed his things: "Get off early..."

Jiang Ye grasped Chu Zheng's wrist and pulled him to his side. Chu Zheng fell down, just pressing Jiang Ye.

Whoosh--

The bullet shot into the wall behind.

Jiang Ye's clothes were half open, and Chu Zheng fell into his arms, rubbing his cheeks against the boy's bare skin.

Chu Zheng obviously felt the people under him slightly stiff.

But soon he recovered, his black eyes met Chu Zheng's cold eyes, his fingers pressed against Chu Zheng's lips: "Shh."

Chu Zheng looked sideways and looked into the mirror in the room.

A red light flashed by, but Chuzheng hadn't seen it clearly, Jiang Ye rolled her aside and the two fell off the bed.

Wind comes in from the unclosed windows, and the screens rise with the wind.

The lampshade at the bedside shattered at the same time.

Jiang Ye's wound was crushed, and his expression was slightly ugly.

Chu Zheng got up quickly and pulled him to hide behind the bed.

Chuzheng looked at Jiang Ye's wound, and the gauze had begun to ooze blood.

"Miss Sheng, did you say this is for you or me?" The young man didn't care about pressing his abdomen with his hand, and he was still in the mood to laugh with Chu Zheng.

Chu Zheng's dark eyes were filled with blood, and his voice was as clear as ice and snow: "He's looking for death."

Assassinations are still going on in the evening, not just for death!

Chuzheng released Jiang Ye, touched the bed, and turned off the light.

Whoosh--

Another bullet.

I don't know where I was hitting, and there was no much sound.

Chu Zheng touched back to Jiang Ye: "How are you?"

Jiang Ye didn't say a word, his breathing was a bit heavy.

When Chu Zheng thought of meeting Jiang Ye before, he seemed afraid of the dark...

Chu Zheng pressed his shoulders, took the person into his arms, and took out the phone to send messages to the bodyguards outside.

The other party couldn't see people, and probably didn't dare to make too much movement, and went on silently.

Jiang Ye's forehead was against Chuzheng's shoulders. Under the dim light, he could see the little girl's tight chin and the cold-lighted eyes in the darkness.

The bodyguard wrote back, but no one was found on the other side, so he should have already left.

Chuzheng let the bodyguards in and brought Jiang Ye to her room.

There was no commanding height that could be assassinated on the opposite side of where she lived. She had lived here before. Jiang Ye’s room was just for convenience, so she let people drive to the opposite side without checking the environment of the room.

Jiang Ye's wound opened, and the blood had dyed the gauze red.

"Miss, let me come."

"No, check who did it."

"……Yes."

The bodyguard exited the room, and Chuzheng took apart the gauze again to stop the bleeding.

"Does it hurt?" Do you want some anaesthetic?

"Huh? What did you say?" Jiang Ye asked with a little dazed after he recovered.

Chu Zheng raised his eyes: "Ask you if it hurts."

Jiang Ye was inexplicably uncomfortable looking at Chuzheng.

He looked away: "It's okay."

Fortunately...it doesn't hurt...

Chuzheng re-applied the medicine to him. The wound healed well just now. The medicine hurts. Now the wound is open, and the medicine hurts even more.