The heartthrob of Kuai Wen: The vicious female supporting role makes her crazy

"You are not Yanzhao."

Ning Qiao looked directly into his eyes and said decisively.

The system has never been disconnected.

She can also be sure that her current state is definitely not a living person.

She didn't believe that a person from the ancient world could do all this.

Hear the sound.

Yanzhao let out a low laugh, tilted his head, and his magnetic voice sounded softly: "I'm not Yanzhao, then who am I?"

The man's eyes were wild and he stared at her closely, with a strange but familiar feeling at the same time.

Ning Qiao frowned.

The man suddenly leaned close to her.

"Actually, you know the answer, right?"

Such an extremely beautiful face suddenly stood in front of her, and Ning Qiao's breathing stagnated subconsciously.

Yes.

She knows the answer.

The man chuckled.

The hand with clear joints suddenly raised and took her hand, and the sound of the chain colliding was heard.

Ning Qiao frowned, "What to do?"

He just held her hand and slowly stretched it towards his cheek, a warm touch coming from his fingertips.

Ning Qiao raised his eyes.

He led her, his green-white fingertips brushing across his forehead, his delicate eyebrows, high bridge of nose, and the man's warm lips.

Inch by centimeter.

"Princess, don't you like this face?"

As he spoke, he looked at her closely with wolf-like eyes. For someone who looked so aggressive, his words sounded a little aggrieved.

Inexplicable contrast.

Ning Qiao didn't answer and asked instead: "This face? How many other faces do you have? You are quite thick-skinned."

talking.

She raised her hands, pinched both sides of the man's cheeks, pulled them outwards, and pinched them again.

It seems that he is trying to determine how thick-skinned the person in front of him is.

Banquet photo: "..."

"There should be five of them that have appeared in front of you. It seems that you don't like this face. Otherwise, why would you leave in a hurry? Isn't it in line with your aesthetics?"

Yanzhao said lightly, and touched his face as he spoke, feeling a bit dissatisfied.

Five?

Ning Qiao was stunned for a moment.

"Is it the nose? The eyes? Or the mouth?"

Ning Qiao smiled: "Are you doing market research?"

Seeing her smile, Yanzhao also smiled, "I only have your market, so of course I have to do research. I don't want to go bankrupt."

"So, what don't you like?"

Ning Qiao raised her eyes.

Eyes facing each other.

She looked at the serious look in his eyes and pursed her lips: "There's nothing I don't like."

Just chaos.

Confused.

So I subconsciously want to escape.

But things came to an end.

But she was not confused at all.

Instead, I felt like the dust had fallen to the ground, and I felt settled inexplicably.

Ning Qiao suddenly laughed.

The smile comes from the heart, like a child who was happy when he got a pink candy, grinning with small white teeth.

Be happy from the inside out.

Yanzhao raised his eyebrows, "What are you laughing at?"

Ning Qiao licked her lips, then suddenly raised her hand, hugged the man's neck, raised her head, and gently kissed him on the lips.

Separate quickly.

When the man wanted to continue the deep kiss, he slapped his face away.

Banquet photo: "..."

The man's eyes were dark, and Ning Qiao blinked: "Laughing at myself."

"Ok?"

"Because I suddenly discovered that I am not a playboy."

The banquet photo is noncommittal.

Ning Qiao slapped him on the face again and snorted: "Why don't you believe it? I am so dedicated. I only like you from the beginning to the end."

Yanzhao was stunned.

The corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably, "Say it again? Okay."

The man's voice was hoarse, with a hint of coaxing.

Ning Qiao couldn't see his own appearance, but he only knew that the corner of his mouth seemed to be harder to suppress than the AK-47.

She coughed.

"Did not say."

"Then don't tell me." Yanzhao seemed very confused.

Ning Qiao was about to speak.

His wrists tightened.

There was a soft sound of the mechanism turning.

His hands were pulled to both sides uncontrollably, and Ning Qiao slightly exclaimed: "What are you doing?"

Yanzhao touched his face, blinked and said, "Of course I'm afraid you'll hit me."

Ning Qiao: "..."

"I'm not a violent man, you...well."

The rest of the words were not finished.

He suddenly put his arms around her waist, covered her with a lingering and gentle kiss.

No room for rejection. certainly.

Ning Qiao didn't want to refuse.

Don't say it.

Quite exciting.

Forced love?

The sound of the chains colliding, mixed with the sound of wind chimes caused by the wind blowing through the bed curtains, seemed to be an extremely beautiful accompaniment.

until--

Ning Qiao kicked Yanzhao away.

"No."

Banquet photo: "..."

He twisted in pain.

Covering his face subconsciously.

Ning Qiao: "...Why are you covering your face?"

"ugly."

"..."

Ning Qiao coughed, feeling a little embarrassed, but she shook her wrist and then her feet.

"Who asked you to do this? I can't do it. I will inevitably hit the wrong place. Just bear with it. In the final analysis, it's up to you."

Yanzhao remained silent, making no sound. He rested his head on Ning Qiao's neck, his voice slightly hoarse.

"Take it easy."

Ning Qiao: "..."

He slowed down for a long time.

Ning Qiao opened her eyes and looked up out of the window.

It's snowing again.

"Why not?" Yanzhao's faint voice sounded.

Ning Qiao blinked: "I should be a corpse now. I can't bear how crazy you are."

Banquet photo: "..."

Ning Qiao chuckled and shook his hand, "Let go of this."

Yanzhao didn't move, his head continued to be buried in her neck, and his gentle breath fell on it, bringing with it a subtle itching.

Ning Qiao's hand relaxed after touching a switch somewhere.

Then he grabbed Yanzhao's hair.

Pull it up.

Face to face.

Yanzhao blinked, confused.

That delicate face made such an expression, Ning Qiao heard that this guy just opened his eyes pretending to be indifferent.

Couldn't help it.

Laughed again.

She looked at him and pursed her lips, seeming to have made some kind of determination.

"Chu Qi?"

She tilted her head.

His eyes were full of seriousness.

Yanzhao was stunned for a moment, his deep eyes filled with haze, and he nodded.

"Ah."

"Chu Zisheng?"

"Ah."

"Teacher Ji?"

"Ah."

"Feast photo."

"Ah."

Ning Qiao had a smile in her eyes and asked puzzledly: "Is there another one?"

Yanzhao blinked and suddenly put his forehead against hers, saying in a dull voice: "No more."

Ning Qiao snorted: "Didn't you just say there was one more? Five?"

"Nothing."

He is very persistent.

Ning Qiao nodded and grabbed Yanzhao's head.

"hiss--"

Yanzhao felt like her scalp was about to be pulled up after a while today.

Ning Qiao pretended not to hear, but pinched Yanzhao's face again with a serious look on his face.

"I found it."

"what?"

"Your face is as thick as five skins."

"..."

"So, who is that one?"

Yanzhao lowered his eyes, a dark shadow fell on his eyelashes, and his crimson lips pursed slightly.

"Nothing."

Ning Qiao blinked.

snorted.

"Really do not have?"

"Ah."

"But there will be another one."

"Really." Ning Qiao raised his eyebrows and his voice suddenly became soft: "Brother Yan?"

Yanzhao suddenly raised his eyes.

Subconsciously I got up and ran.

Ning Qiao grabbed him and said, "I forgot, you are also Brother Yan now."

"Then let me put it another way?"

"Brother Bo Yan?" (End of chapter)