my doomsday wish list

Chapter 156 The correct use of cat tongue

"I have to say that Cha Miyeon is soft all over, even her voice is so soft..."

Zheng Xun moved his knuckles, and the warm fragrance remained between his fingers.

According to what the slutty woman said, there is currently an investigator who is still trapped in the ICE Biomedical Organization building.

The quarantine area is probably still trying to find a way to rescue him, which shows the importance of this investigator's identity.

If you can find the investigator first, you will probably be able to get a lot of useful information.

But he didn't intend to do exactly what Cha Meiyan said.

That slutty woman kept saying cooperation, but she only showed physical sincerity, not heart sincerity, and could only believe half of what she said.

Even if you find some useful information, you can't tell her first to whet her appetite.

Only when she is really anxious will she be truly obedient.

But this operation will inevitably involve dealing with people. The team in the quarantine area has weapons in their hands. It is much more dangerous than usual to collect supplies. You must be well prepared before setting off.

Just as Zheng Xun was walking and thinking, a familiar figure suddenly walked towards him.

The girl's long hair was casually draped over her shoulders. Her delicate and beautiful makeup was full of exhaustion. Her beautiful big eyes had two dark circles, and her expression looked depressed.

Although the girl looks lost, she still can't hide her beautiful figure. Her figure is curvy, smart and tall.

Pure white short-sleeves are paired with denim hot pants, and half of the hem is tucked into the waistband of the pants, making it look sloppy.

The girl walked with her head down, unaware that she was about to hit a passerby in front of her.

as predicted.

The girl's little head hit Zheng Xun's chest, causing the entire career line to bounce.

"Sorry." The girl said weakly without raising her head.

She moved to the right, and just as she was about to go around it, she found that she bumped into someone again, and quickly apologized again.

"Feel sorry."

But this time, the solid chest was like a wall, blocking her way.

The girl raised her head in a daze, her eyes dull and blank, like a zombie that had lost the ability to think.

Zheng Xun raised his hand and waved it in front of her eyes.

I found that she seemed to have lost her mind and really couldn't distinguish anything.

"Korean cat?" Zheng Xun reminded.

Han Maomao's dilated pupils began to shrink gradually, seeming to have adjusted the focus, and then he could clearly see the face of the person in front of him.

There was a hint of doubt in his dull eyes.

She couldn't help but stretched out her hand, touched Zheng Xun's face, and murmured.

"Handsome guy, who are you? Why do you feel so familiar? I can't remember it for a moment. I'm really sorry."

"If your surname is Zheng, think about it again." Zheng Xun reminded her.

"The surname is Zheng. This surname sounds very familiar, so are you Chief Zheng?" A familiar face finally appeared in Han Maomao's blank mind.

"Besides me, do you know another Sergeant Zheng?" Zheng Xun joked.

"Chief Zheng!" Han Maomao's originally dull and blank eyes suddenly burst into bright colors.

She seemed to be in disbelief, pinched his face again, and after confirming that it was true, she couldn't help shouting excitedly.

"Is it really you! Chief Zheng? Haha, I'm saved. I'm finally saved."

Han Maomao seemed to be crazy, spreading his hands and looking up to the sky with a smile.

Smiling and laughing, he seemed to be choking on saliva and coughing uncontrollably.

"cough cough"

Zheng Xun quickly patted her back and said comfortingly: "Okay, don't get excited. If you have anything to say, tell her slowly."

"Quick, I'm dying. Give me some inspiration. The little you gave me last time won't last long at all. Now I've used it completely, not even a drop is left." Han Cat almost cried.

People who didn't know, seeing this scene, thought Zheng Xun had done something to her.

Han Maomao glanced around and quickly pulled him to a secluded corner where no one was.

"Tell me, tell me quickly. The comic you are following is almost finished. I am now starting to prepare the story line of "New Metropolis"." Han Maomiao kept urging him.

"Are you asking for help?" Zheng Xun threatened her.

Han Maomao understood immediately, took the initiative to move closer, kept swaying his waist, pretending to be cooing, and said: "Good brother, good brother, please tell me, maybe I am so inspired that I can do something else for you. "

When Zheng Xun saw her whimpering look, he knew that she was extremely anxious.

This is the consciousness of a painter, who can dedicate everything to his work.

From this point of view, Han Maomao is the purest woman he knows.

He had accumulated a lot of anger at Che Meiyan's place just now, and he just needed someone to help him calm it down.

So he raised his hand and touched the Korean cat's head.

Unexpectedly, the Korean cat raised its head and stubbornly refused to lower its head, showing no intention of obeying.

"What, don't you want inspiration?" Zheng Xun asked.

Han Maomao said with a smile: "I want the inspiration to be true, but it has been agreed in advance that the percentage of inspiration can reach a certain level for you."

Zheng Xun smiled.

Unexpectedly, this Korean cat looked confused, but his head was not confused at all. At the critical moment, he remembered the original agreement.

He had no choice but to take back his hand and take out his cell phone from his pocket.

"What good things are there?" Han Cat's eyes lit up.

"You'll know just by looking at it." Zheng Xun turned on his phone and clicked on the photo album to display the pictures.

It clearly displayed a photo of Qian Suli standing on the balcony wearing a private part.

The cold and arrogant eyes looked directly at the camera, as if seeing the audience outside through the photo, which was in sharp contrast to the enchanting manner and dress.

"Wow, this is so pretty. It would be great if you could be my model, is there anything else?" Han Cat's eyes lit up and she drooled with greed.

"Of course." Zheng Xun turned off his phone.

Han Maomao was so impatient that she completely transformed into King Jiji and quickly asked: "What are you doing? I still want to watch."

"How much inspiration does it have now?" Zheng Xun asked.

This time he was smart and didn't throw out all his goods at once, but chose to show them to Korean cats in batches.

The advantage of doing this is that it is just a few photos, but it can be used several times in vain.

After all, she didn't say anything about inspiration, or what percentage it had to reach at one time.

If looking at a photo can reach a percentage, then he can have a good time.

He did this not to act as a hooligan, but to make rational use of his resources to fight for more rights.

"This photo is indeed good. It does give me some inspiration, but it's not enough." Han Maomao looked serious.

"Since there are some, how many should we give an accurate value so that we can continue? We must be honest, otherwise it will not be fun." Zheng Xun reminded equally seriously. "This" Han Maomao muttered, "probably around 40.00%, just so-so."

"It turned out to be 40.00%. I remember that the inspiration for reaching this ratio was to let me see something unique." Zheng Xun pretended to be thoughtful.

"Wow, you are so shameless!" Han Maomao instantly understood his intention, which was to divide one transaction into several transactions.

In this case, it was obviously one thing that stimulated inspiration, but she had to do several things in return.

This kind of behavior is too shameful!
She never imagined that she could play like this!

But this time he had to be convinced. Who knew his key point was inspiration.

Without inspiration, it's like a fish out of water, which has made her in a daze recently and she doesn't know what she is doing.

So she longs for inspiration, but there is only one person who can inspire her, and that is Chief Zheng.

Even though she knew this, she still wasn't going to give in so easily.

"I can indeed show you something special, but I'm afraid you won't be able to hold on?" Han Maomao said with a smile on his face.

After saying that, she took two steps back, pulled the hem of her short-sleeved shirt out of her waistband, and lifted it up bit by bit until she put it in her mouth and bit it.

The steamed bun, as smooth as mutton-fat jade, was tightly supported by the inner cover, creating a beautiful scenery.

"Does it look good?" Han Maomao asked deliberately teasingly, "The better ones are yet to come."

She reached behind her with her hands, slowly untied her inner garment, and then held the loose belt between her elbows.

"Can you see the photos from the back now?"

Zheng Xun smiled, opened his phone again, clicked on the photo album, and threw the phone directly to Han Maomao.

Han Maomao saw the phone flying towards her and couldn't help but reach out to pick it up.

Zheng Xun didn't take it seriously.

"You can't blame me. You have to answer the phone yourself. Just read the photos first."

Han Maomao picked up the phone and ignored the inner jacket that had slipped to the ground. She blocked the big white pigeon in front of her with her elbows and focused on looking at the photos.

"Did you take all of these?" She quickly looked at the photos and suddenly found that the time was printed at the bottom of these portrait photos, and they were all taken recently.

Zheng Xun nodded in affirmation.

Korean cats were shocked.

How is this done?
She couldn't figure out what methods Zheng Xun used to make Qian Suli willingly take these photos.

And she also poses in this enchanting pose, which is simply stunning.

If she were at the scene, she would definitely pick up the drawing board and draw all the beauty of Qian Suli directly on the paper to use it as material for her own works.

"Of course it was taken by me, who else but me?" Zheng Xun was very satisfied with Han Maomao's shocked expression. It was like his own proud work, which was loved by the audience.

Han Maomao flipped through the photo album again, and after looking at Qian Suli's photos, she reluctantly returned the phone to Zheng Xun, then crouched down and prepared to pick up the underwear on the ground.

"Don't pick it up in a hurry. Don't you want to know the story behind the photo?"

The story behind the photo?
Han Maomao was stunned, stopped what he was doing, raised his head, and asked expectantly.

"Yes, of course I want to know."

"Since you want to know so much, you should know what to do." Zheng Xun walked towards her.

Han Maomao shrank back, looking at the huge thing in front of him in horror, and couldn't help but swallow.

The horrific experience last time is still vivid in my mind, and I feel the pain in my throat, which is dry and itchy, and it has not recovered yet.

"We'd better follow the rules." Han Maomao said timidly.

"Okay, just follow the rules you said. After looking at the photos, how inspired are you?" Zheng Xun asked.

"Almost 50.00%." ​​Han Cat murmured.

"That's all?" Zheng Xun continued to ask.

Han Maomao was so flustered that she didn't know how to answer for a while.

There were two voices in her head now.

A voice told her to lower the percentage of inspiration within her.

Otherwise, if she continues to play according to Zheng Xun's method, she will definitely be ruined.

The lesson learned last time was not a small one, and she didn't want to go through it a second time.

The second voice told her that since she promised others, she should keep it truthfully.

If she suppresses the inspiration percentage in her heart, she is no different from a liar.

She has never lied to anyone, let alone not wanting to lie to Chief Zheng at all.

Han Maomao was caught in an extreme dilemma. Since it was the game he agreed to, he had to continue playing it.

"Yeah, close to 60.00%." ​​She answered truthfully.

"Then what kind of reward does 60.00% of inspiration correspond to?" Sergeant Zheng was persuasive.

"If you pass 60.00%, I can help you solve something." The Korean cat's voice became lower and lower, even as low as a mosquito's hum, inaudible.

"Use this to solve it." Zheng Xun pointed at the two pigeons flying in the air.

"Ah?!" Han Maomao was completely stunned.

She had never done this before and was immediately at a loss.

And this place is not safe. It is just at the corner of a remote corridor. Although it is inaccessible, it does not mean that no one has passed by here at all.

"Be honest and do what you say, otherwise who will play with you next time?" Zheng Xun educated her seriously.

Cat Han lowered his head in shame and murmured: "I know, Chief Zheng."

While she was busy, she asked in a huff, "What's the story behind Chief Zheng? How did you force her to do this?"

"It's simple. Because I kidnapped her, she had to agree to my conditions in order to return to the shelter." Zheng Xun told her the answer directly and explained the whole thing, but omitted his secret part.

"You kidnapped her?" Han Maomao was shocked again, "No wonder I haven't seen Qian Suli in the shelter these days. It turns out that she was kidnapped by you. You are really perverted, but I like her so much. !”

She was so excited that she trembled all over.

Zheng Xun somewhat admired her mind. She stayed in the shelter for such a long time and even a living person like Qian Suli disappeared without knowing it.

But this is understandable. After all, Han Maomao's head is full of works. Even if he disappears for so long, he doesn't care. How can he care about the life and death of other people?
"Don't stop. Your inspiration should have reached 70.00% now. Is it time to add some spice?"

Han Maomao recovered from the shock and asked: "What do you want to add?"

She never expected that Zheng Xun could do this, but today's story really inspired her a lot.

"Don't you think it's a little too dry?"

Korean cat: "."

Zheng Xun looked at her lowered head and nodded with satisfaction, thinking that this was the correct way for a woman with a long tongue to use it.

　None tonight.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)