The Queen of Rebirth

Chapter 33
Song Zhenqian stared at him with wide eyes.

Qin Yuanxiu also looked straight back at her.

After a while, Song Zhenqian picked up the bowl of white rice with some side dishes, "Open your mouth."

Qin Yuanxiu opened his mouth obediently, and ate the food that Song Zhenqian put into his mouth.

He didn't seem to feel embarrassed at all, as if it was a matter of course for a woman to feed a man, the food was still very impressive.

Song Zhenqian was very upset.

Now that she is so hungry that her chest is pressed against her back, she is still here to serve this man for dinner? !

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feed the meal that was about to be put into Qin Yuanxiu's mouth into her own mouth, it was so delicious!
She chewed with relish.

Qin Yuanxiu looked at her.

She continued to take a big mouthful, and put it into her own mouth again.

Qin Yuanxiu frowned.

She didn't bother to answer, and took another bite.

Qin Yuanxiu's complexion changed slightly.

Song Zhenqian ate Qin Yuanxiu's bowl of rice in two or three mouthfuls.

And the man who was supposed to eat, only ate two or three mouthfuls, and then looked at the woman in front of him with an unlimited black face, without saying a word!
"After eating, I'll get another meal." After saying that, Song Zhenqian walked out of the room.

At the door, I met Xin Qiu again.

Really haunted.

"Xiaoyao, has Yuanxiu finished eating?"

"Ah."

"Is it enough?"

"Enough." She had had enough.

"I'll take the bowls and chopsticks downstairs, you can stay with Yuanxiu." Xin Qiu volunteered to take the bowls and chopsticks from Song Zhenqian's hand, and went downstairs cheerfully.

Song Zhenqian was stunned at the door, watching Xin Qiu's back as he left.

It's not her fault.

With that in mind, he returned to his room as a matter of course.

And Qin Yuanxiu in the room, after waiting for his meal, really had an urge to strangle someone to death!

After that, Qin Yuanxiu never asked Song Zhenqian to feed him again. It is said that he pointed a gun at Xin Qiu's head, saying that he would not deliver the food or feed him himself, so he would shoot him. he.

Xin Qiu didn't know what was going on, and thought that Qin Yuanxiu was already using a gun, so he obediently obeyed.

He even wondered if there was something wrong with Qin Yuanxiu's sexual orientation?
There are fewer and fewer straight men in the world...

Xin Qiu and He Zijin have been living in the Vienna Manor since Qin Yuanxiu was unable to move, and Fax frequently alternated between the base and the manor. Sometimes Song Zhenqian heard Fax and Qin Yuanxiu talking about training talents at the base, as if I heard that those people will not completely return to their original places.

Is this human trafficking? !
Song Zhen frowned slightly.

Qin Yuanxiu has more charges!

Traffickers!

Illegal arms dealer!
Murderer!

Cold-blooded ghost!
Really, ten shots are not too many!
The manor in Vienna is always sunny, and the cloudless but clear blue sky is a beautiful scenery that can never be seen in China.

Song Zhenqian came out of the room, wanting to exercise on the grass. After returning from Syria, she hardly did any exercise. She kept encouraging herself. The fall is Qin Yuanxiu, and Qin Yuanxiu is the devil!

Walking through the long corridor, he paused when he passed Qin Yuanxiu's room. It has been more than half a month. I wonder if Qin Yuanxiu's wound is getting better?

She pursed her lips, hesitated for a second, stepped forward and left again.

Every time I want to sympathize with Qin Yuanxiu a little bit, I will force myself to think of the scene when he killed her, and I will think of how cold-blooded that man is, and I will naturally not want to get close to him.

In the room, a strong voice suddenly sounded.

Song Zhenqian moved his ears, listening to the movement inside.

For a long time, there seemed to be no response.

Song Zhenqian hurriedly opened the door, his eyes froze.

She saw Qin Yuanxiu throwing himself on the ground with his feet up in the air.

Her body trembled suddenly, trying to control her smile.

Qin Yuanxiu raised his head and looked at the woman standing in front of him, his face suddenly darkened, his lips moved, as if he was looking for words to make himself less embarrassed, he said, "Don't laugh."

His tone was very severe.

Song Zhenqian frowned, and the corners of his mouth moved.

"Come and help me!" Qin Yuanxiu's tone was still stern.

Song Zhenqian walked over, raised his arm, let him lean most of his body on her, and stood up.

Fax said that Qin Yuanxiu had a gunshot wound to his knee, and it would be troublesome to recover. It is estimated that he will take at least 3 to 5 months to recover. It has only been more than half a month. Is this man trying to go against the sky?
Song Zhenqian pursed her lips, trying not to let herself laugh out loud, "What do you want to do?"

"Taking a bath." Two short words, sonorous and powerful!

Song Zhen raised his eyebrows again.

Hadn't Fax told him that the wound was susceptible to infection? !

"Take a bath!" Qin Yuanxiu's tone became a little harsher.

Song Zhenqian hesitated for half a second, then helped him into the bathroom in the room.

The structure of his bathroom is similar to that of Ou Yao's, both of which are extremely luxurious.

She carefully supported him on the massage chair next to the bathtub and asked him, "How do you want to wash?"

"Wash for me, don't wet my wound." He said in a light but firm tone.

Did I tell you to take a bath for you? !
Song Zhenqian frowned tightly, and his mood was very unstable.

"I was hurt because of you!" He said every word clearly.

So, she should serve him!

Song Zhenqian bit his lip.

Going to the side, picked up a white towel, wet it in the bathtub, and then helped him wipe his body little by little.She suddenly said that when she was injured last time, he did the same to herself, and her face turned red inexplicably.

His bronze-colored skin, the intricate wounds, and the touch of his index finger sliding across made her feel inexplicably shy. She bit her lip hard to control her irritability.

After all, Song Zhenqian finally wiped it clean for him after a long time. She was slightly relieved, went to the bathroom and twisted the towel again, and handed it to him, "Wipe the bottom by yourself."

"Hand Pain."

"What about the left hand?"

"Inactive."

"Qin Yuanxiu." Song Zhen's eyes deepened.

"En." Qin Yuanxiu pursed his lips and nodded, "Help me."

"why?"

"I was hurt because of you." It was that sentence again, deadly words!
Song Zhenqian looked at him straight.

(End of this chapter)