Chapter 270

"How do I feel that I'm also shot when I lie down?" Ximen Qing scratched his armpit and felt very helpless.

She followed her back to the corridor, then cancelled the invisibility symbol and came back.

"Ah! Teacher qinger!" Liang Xinyue naturally knows Ximen Qing. Not to mention that her best friend lives with Ximen Qing. As a cartoonist, she must know something about the dance couple that became popular last year.

After all, she has not reached the level of contempt for all living beings.

In fact, she saw Ximen Qing the last time she watched the concert, but she was too nervous to have a good talk with Ximen Qing.

Ximen Qing is really beautiful. Even as a girl, even if there is no problem with her sexual orientation, Liang Xinyue still feels that she is about to fall in love with her. If it's her, it's OK even if she's broken and bent

Qin Yuyao sighed when she saw that her best friend's saliva was about to flow out.

She knows sister Ximen is beautiful, but do you want to be so unlucky? In the most commonly used words in her fan group, it's "shame on Jill, take off your skirt".

She pushed Liang Xinyue: "Hey, wake up and be honest. When was your heart black?"

"What?" Liang Xinyue blinked. "Can you speak flower language? I can't understand."

"What are you pretending to be?" he would not be polite to his best friend Qin Yuyao, holding a small powder fist in front of her. "See, Muay Thai warning!"

Liang Xinyue was very wronged: "what's the matter with me? Xiaoyu, you've changed. You wouldn't be so cruel to me before."

"Say I'm fierce?" Qin Yuyao rolled his eyes. "You've paid people to beat people on the Internet, and you're still loading white lotus here? It seems that I have to teach you a lesson!"

Qin Yuyao stretched out her hands and put Ximen Qing's 48 hands on her. Liang Xinyue was panting and begged for mercy, and the garbage fell to the ground.

"Oh ~ ah ~ don't... ah ~... Stop ~ light rain... Don't stop..."

Well, something strange seems to have mixed in.

Qin Yuyao scratched Liang Xinyue so hard that she was sweating and almost soaked that she stopped: "be lenient when you confess and be strict when you resist. Be honest."

Liang Xinyue's eyes were covered with fog and her charming panting appearance brightened Ximen's eyes. What an attractive little lady.

"You, how do you know?" Liang Xinyue gasped. "OK, OK, now that we've been found, let's go inside and talk."

So Liang Xinyue went back to the house with the garbage bag, followed by Ximen Qing and Qin Yuyao.

"This is your room," Simon looked curiously. "Mom, why do you have a sock?"

With sharp eyes, she saw a sock sticking out under the bed, as if it were a begging hand stretched out before being swallowed into the abyss.

"Ah!" Liang Xinyue quickly kicked her socks into the bottom of the bed. "I live alone, so I'm not so particular."

Qin Yuyao make complaints about this: "I believe you are a ghost, lazy, do not make excuses."

XiMenqing came to Liang Xinyue's workbench at this time: "is this the cartoon you drew? The painting style is good? The painters are also particular about it. If you draw the meat of the back palace, it will be red."

Qin Yuyao also took a look. She is also a big painter now, and she is the kind of open hanging. Even Yu Yibo is weaker than her in terms of painting skills. Naturally, I can see that my best friend's painting is really good, and his painting style is also very popular with otaku men.

"Why aren't you angry?" she wasn't so polite when talking to Liang Xinyue.

Liang Xinyue puffed her mouth and said wrongfully, "you're standing and talking without backache. Drawing comics is so simple. If I knew why I wasn't hot, I wouldn't have been hot long ago?"

"It's all right," Simon comforted. "Then we'll ask a professional editor to look at you, and we'll certainly find your problem."

Qin Yuyao immediately Tucao: "Simon, did you make complaints about that editor who just hired a pair of panda eyes."

"What?" Liang Xinyue was stunned. "Is brother panda next door an editor?"

Brother panda? A nickname so soon? Qin Yuyao didn't know what to say.

"He is more than an editor. He is the chief editor of our young manyou. He has great power. The whole publishing house should listen to him."

"Isn't it? He hung like this?" Liang Xinyue opened her mouth. "I thought he was just a little white face who didn't have money to open a house."

Qin Yuyao sighed and said helplessly, "so how did your misunderstanding happen? Editor in chief Zhou doesn't seem to be a person who will quarrel with his neighbors?"

"Gee, I'm angry when I talk about this," complained Liang Xinyue. "You know that drawing comics needs to be quiet. This apartment is a place far away from the noise of the world. Since I moved here, my painting efficiency has improved a lot, but that guy..."

"What's the matter with him?" Qin Yuyao asked curiously. I wonder if it's Zhou Hong who wants to soak Liang Xinyue? But no, they don't know each other at all.

"He... He..." Liang Xinyue blushed and struggled to say it frankly.

As a result, before she could speak, she heard a special voice from the next door.

……

Time goes back ten minutes ago.

After entering the house with Zhou Hong, Hiromi inchata went to the fridge, took some eggs, put them in the egg cooker and began to cook.

Then he took out the medicine box and treated the wound on the back of Zhou Hong's head.

"Hiss -" as a result, Zhou Hong was hurt accidentally.

"Oh, I'm sorry." as an Islander, Hiromi inchata subconsciously apologized.

Zhou Hong turned and looked at her, which made her immediately lower her head.

"I think your medicine is useless." Zhou Hongdao.

"Ah?" Hiromi looked up and asked, "why? I bought this medicine in a regular drugstore."

As a result, Zhou Hong took the gauze and medicine bottle from her hand and put them aside: "I said it's useless if it's useless. Now I want to find the medicine by myself."

"You, where are you going to find?" the naive Hiromi inchata didn't realize what he meant.

Zhou Hong stretched out his hand, pinched her chin and crossed her lower lip with his thumb: "I think there's water in it. Is it a potion?"

"Ah!?" Hiromi Noda widened her eyes. "No, no, this is... Uh huh..."

Then it's natural.

……

They didn't know that there were three women next door listening to their voices clearly.

"The sound insulation of this wall is too poor, and then he must come once a week. He gets up and falls endlessly all night," Liang Xinyue spread her hands. "Who can stand it? I'm kind enough not to hire someone to blow up his eggs."