sinovels Chapter 40 Buy, buy, buy!
Chapter 40 Buy, buy, buy!
I don't know if it's because the suppository's effect is unreliable, but after arriving in W City, the temperature on Qianlang's forehead still hasn't dropped.Out of humanitarian considerations, Wen Yuran felt that it was not kind to leave a person with a high fever alone at home, so he could only take him back to his home again.
Oh, and there is also a ghost whose gender is a mystery waiting to be in the boudoir.
For the time being, Qian Lang was finally restrained on the bed. Wen Yuran sat on the computer chair next to him with his legs crossed, and couldn't bear to look directly at Qi Feichen who was standing leisurely beside him: "Young man, can you change your clothes? Are you all wearing this clothes that you can fall in two steps?"
Qi Feichen was originally looking at all kinds of modern furniture in the house with great interest. Hearing what he said, he replied casually: "Of course, but are there any women's clothes here?"
Wen Yuran was silent. It was really not easy to find a piece of women's clothing from a single man's house.
"Actually, women can wear men's clothes now." He said sincerely, "If you don't believe me, you can see so many girls outside are wearing pants!"
"Even the details are different." Qi Feichen didn't accept this at all.
With one hand on his forehead, Wen Yuran groaned in pain: "Damn it, I don't believe you grew up wearing skirts. You are obviously a man, why are you so serious!"
"I think you should be quite handsome when you change your clothes. Why do you have to compete with the girls for jobs? Even if you want to fight, you can take a little vacation once in a while, right? I'm dazzled by your bright red dress. "
Qi Feichen raised his hand and slowly combed the hair hanging from his temples, and gently smoothed the hairpin on his head. After that, he raised his head suddenly, with a posture as arrogant as a queen, but there was something in Wen Yuran's eyes flashing in his eyes. An unusually familiar light: "For my general, even for a moment, I cannot be underestimated. I must be the only wife in this world worthy of him. For this reason, even things as small as a hair cannot be ignored."
Wen Yuran: Σ(°△°|||)
——This is really the most idealistic and ambitious bitch I have ever seen. I sincerely wish that charming general a good appetite and digestion, and an early reunion to live a happy life with his wife and children.
"I thought you could understand this feeling. If I'm not wrong, that person should have longed for you."
Following Qi Feichen's line of sight, Wen Yuran found that Qianlang had fallen asleep at some point, his brows were slightly frowned, his hands were tightly clutching his quilt, and it seemed that he was not sleeping peacefully.
"You don't seem to be bored with him, but you are so blunt. Could it be that this hobby is not tolerated by the world?"
Startled by the question, Wen Yuran subconsciously blurted out: "That's not true."
He doesn’t discriminate against sexual orientation. Maybe he’s been poisoned by all kinds of modern jokes. He doesn’t think homosexuality is a shocking event, but he never thought it would happen to him. , so I feel very awkward when I think about it.
"That pendant is not a good thing. If it continues to be used in the long run, his life will soon be exhausted. However, I guess he will not mention such matters to you until the paper can no longer contain the fire." Qi Feichen Covering the corners of his mouth with his hands, he smiled with interest, "What will you do then?"
Wen Yuran froze, and looked at Qi Feichen in disbelief, not expecting the situation to be so serious.He had earlier warned Qianlang not to use the Vientiane ring pendant again, but after that he kept using the jade pendant again and again.Originally, his reaction to seeing Qianlang was much better than the first time, so he thought that the matter was not as serious as he imagined.
He never wanted anyone to die because of him, but when it happened he didn't even know how to stop it.
It's like an endless loop, if he dies, maybe Qianlang will really die with him; on the other hand, if Qianlang dies because of using the Vientiane ring pendant, then he will probably be killed by a ghost in a short time.
Thinking about it this way, it is death anyway, and no matter what, it is a death in love with a man.
He laughed weakly: "You and Qian Lang seemed to be at odds before, but now are you trying to pimp?"
However, Qi Feichen resolutely denied his statement: "Of course not." Then he added, "I was expecting you to let him go in a rage after knowing that you were being concealed."
Reality is too cruel compared to imagination, Wen Yuran was speechless for a while before opening his mouth with difficulty: "Can I ask why?"
"Hehe, unfortunate people always hope that someone is more unfortunate than themselves, it's just human nature."
After digesting the meaning of this sentence, Wen Yuran nodded clearly: Oh, to put it bluntly, I feel uncomfortable seeing other people living comfortably, and want to take revenge on society.
"Then using this jade pendant to bring you by his side will also cause a burden to his body?" After the gossip was over, Wen Yuran asked a more concerned question.
"That's not going to happen. If I'm willing, I can help him slightly reduce the backlash after each use." As soon as he finished speaking, Qi Feichen glanced at Wen Yuran's slightly surprised expression, and before he opened his mouth, he stretched out his hand like a master, "Clothes, jewellery, makeup, and other loose items are not in a hurry, and I can take care of them one by one in the future."
"..." Wen Yuran wiped his face with tears in his eyes, "Buy, buy, buy!"
You have become a thousand-year-old evil spirit and are still so coquettish, does your general male god know?
Finally satisfied, Qi Feichen smiled sweetly: "You are very knowledgeable. I will remember not to let him die too early, so you can rest assured, little umbrella."
It wasn't until Qi Feichen walked out of the room unhurriedly that Wen Yuran realized that the last address was the nickname Qi Feichen gave him.With such an embarrassing, silly and cute nickname, Qian Lang couldn't help but fight Qi Feichen to death?
Glancing at Qianlang, who was still in a deep sleep, Wen Yuran's eyes scanned his mobile phone on the table, and driven by curiosity, he still couldn't help picking it up.
Qianlang's mobile phone seems to have been used for a year or two. The design of the black shell is very simple, there is nothing special about it, and the brand is not expensive, so it doesn't seem to fit Qianlang's image.There is no password set on the phone, Wen Yuran opened it easily, opened the address book, and was taken aback by the neat format inside.
The format of the contact list in the address book is very uniform, from 001 to the back in order, and Wen Yuran's number is deliberately ranked first, and the contact name Qianlang set for him is a heart-shaped symbol.
Wen Yuran: =A=
I continued to look around, but found no game software, nor movie music, probably all entertainment-related software was not installed, except for the Weibo icon that stands out from the crowd.
The necessary step for peeking at the phone must be the photo album. Although Qianlang felt that he was definitely not as elegant as taking selfies, Wen Yuran opened the photo album and took a look, and then he was shocked.
The bottom of the album shows that there are a total of 470 nine pictures in it. He glanced at the pile of thumbnails on the interface and found that the person in each photo was himself.This made him couldn't help counting with his fingers, and confirmed that it had only been a few months since he met Qian Lang, and the photos inside were obviously taken without his knowledge.
Wen Yuran: Σ(°△°|||)
He finally remembered that the most superior part of this model of mobile phone is its high resolution and high capacity.
When I first turned on the phone, my little sense of guilt had vanished. Now that Wen Yuran was determined to die together, he resolutely opened Weibo with his fingers.
He has never paid attention to Qian Lang's Weibo, because he was afraid of seeing something that he didn't even see, but he didn't know why he suicidally opened Qian Lang's Weibo now.
——If I do something bad, will I be punished? ^_^
The time of this microblog was at three o'clock in the afternoon yesterday, almost shortly before Qian Lang took out the box of antipyretic suppository with bad influence.Obviously this is a long-planned malicious molestation.
He who felt a little sorry for Qian Lang before must have had his brain trampled on by a donkey.
After reading a few more articles, Wen Yuran turned off the phone expressionlessly.After a few seconds, he turned on the screen again, found the photo album, and swiped his fingertips a few times to clear all the photos in it very smoothly. Then he put down the phone with satisfaction.
There is a sense of satisfaction that secretly threw away the yellow books collected by roommates in college.
It's weird to compare his photos to little porn books, but Wen Yuran doesn't want to pursue the details, as long as he knows that Qian Lang's phone has been cleared.
He was in a happy mood and was about to go back to the house to sleep, but Wen Yuran stopped after taking a step—he suddenly remembered that there were only two sleeping rooms in his house, and now there was an extra puppet who was taller than many pure men, so if he went out now Otherwise, I can only sleep on the sofa, and the current temperature is really not too warm.
Theoretically speaking, ghosts should not need a room, but thinking about Qi Feichen's snake spirit... Wen Yuran decided to make do with Qianlang for a night first.
small theater:
Qianlang: No matter what, at least don’t delete the photos QAQ
Wen Yuran: Then do you dare to tell me what you did with my photo?
Qianlang: Do you really want to know o(*////▽////*)q
Wen Yuran: ...Then give me a reason not to delete the photos!
Qian Lang: Promise with your body?
Wen Yuran: I emptied your phone photo album, no thanks, my name is Lei Feng o(*////▽////*)q