The Gentle Way to Use Cheats

When Xia Hong woke up, her head was not dizzy and her feet were not weak, but her spirit was still a little bit high.

She just went downstairs inexplicably, and when she saw the sullen man on the sofa in the living room, she held her breath and stood at attention.

He Lang glanced at her: "...what are you doing?"

Xia Hong felt a blunt knife scraping across her spine, tremblingly said: "No, no!"

The moment she saw He Lang, Xia Hong remembered that there was a mysterious incident that happened last night, and it seems that there is still no answer——What happened to the wedding room in He Lang's room? ah! ! !

She looked around and found that there was no sign of other people's activities, so she went downstairs and bumped into Captain He in front of him.As for the man's face, it can be seen that the terrible wedding room has not been demolished yet!

Xia Hong thought: I am going to finish this.

But He Lang wasn't in the mood to bother her, so he casually pointed to the kitchen: "I cooked white porridge, go eat it by yourself."

Although plain porridge is simple, it is just right for people with hangovers.Xia Hong didn't care to think about why He Lang was so caring, she slipped into the kitchen like an amnesty, filled a big bowl of porridge, pulled out a bag of pickled mustard, and went back to the room in a hurry.

She didn't want to be in the same space with the gloomy Dui He.If He Lang suddenly loses his temper and arrests her for special training, there is really nowhere to cry.Just finished the mission, still hangover, let yourself rest for a while.

While eating porridge, Xia Hong took out her mobile phone, thinking about who would know about the "marriage room".After much deliberation, a mysterious messenger opened Bai Xiaoning's profile picture.

Not to mention anything else, those balloons don't seem like a man's idea, so ask Bai Xiaoning to try it out, what if there is something to gain?

Xia Hong wrote, deleted, deleted and wrote on the information interface, and finally only sent out a sentence of unclear meaning.

[Xia Hong: Do you know what happened to the room? 】

Don't look at the words without beginning and end, but those who understand will naturally understand, and those who don't understand will understand that the other party does not understand if they ask Xia Hong again.This is really a password, Xia Hong is not afraid of leaking information.

But not long after her message was sent, there was a knock on the door.

Xia Hong didn't care, she dropped the tableware and went to open the door with her mobile phone.As soon as the door opened, it was He Lang who stood in front of him with a gloomy expression.

Xia Hong, who had just finished gossiping, was so frightened that she almost threw her phone out: "He, Team He...?"

"Did you see a ghost or something? What's the reason for shaking like a sieve?" He Lang first opened his mouth to mock, and then said, "Song Lin seems to have woken up, you go and serve him a bowl of porridge."

Xia Hong's mind began to diverge untimely: Why should I go?Can't he go by himself?Is there something unspeakable to hide...

As thoughts flashed through her mind, Xia Hong's eyes turned to He Lang's lips.I don't know if I don't look at it, but I'm startled when I look closely, at such a close distance, Xia Hong easily found the wound on He Lang's lip!

...What the hell? !

Xia Hong was stunned immediately, she is not young, she knows what it is!While thinking of the answer, Xia Hong couldn't help thinking of the accessories in He Lang's room.In this flash, Xia Hong felt that she had strung together all the evidence, and she had discovered a shocking secret!

...Damn it!The boss won't silence himself, will he? !

Seeing Xia Hong's complexion changing unpredictably in a few seconds, He Lang raised his eyebrows and said, "Why are you in a daze? Let you serve the porridge..."

"Ah, I'm so dizzy, I suddenly floated again!"

Xia Hong collapsed by the door exaggeratedly: "I can't even finish my own porridge, I want to continue to sleep!"

He Lang was startled: "What kind of drama are you doing?"

A drama that must not be mixed with terrible things!The more you know, the faster you die!Xia Hong kept brushing the red warning in her heart, and said with a listless face, "I can't go anyway...ah, I'm going to faint!"

He Lang was speechless for a while, he clearly knew that Xia Hong was acting, but he couldn't tell her to act again.

Xia Hong watched He Lang leave, closed and locked the door behind him, then rushed to the bed farthest from the door and sat down to hold up the phone.

A message came from her phone just now, but He Lang was in front of her, and she kept holding the phone behind her back.Now that He Lang is gone, she finally dared to watch it.

Sure enough, it was Bai Xiaoning's reply.

[Bai Xiaoning: Did you see it hahahahahahaha! 】

Xia Hongxin said that it was really you, but now there are too many things she wants to ask, and Xia Hong doesn't know how to answer.She rubbed her thumb on the phone interface for a while, and finally decided to ask a more logical second question.

[Xia Hong: Why do you do this? 】

When she pressed send, Xia Hong had already said an answer silently in her heart, but she still wanted to see Bai Xiaoning's real purpose.

dong dong!

There was a knock on the door, but it wasn't Xia Hong's door that echoed.Xia Hong jumped up, rushed to her door and listened closely, trying to hear something other than the knock on the door.Unfortunately, heard nothing else.

Although there are many other ways... But after all, life is important, so let's be honest.

Upstairs, He Lang did knock on his door.

But he didn't wait for anyone to open the door, or even wait for a response, so he unscrewed the door and entered the room.

It's still balloons floating around, and it's still blinding sheets.The top of the black hair protruded from the edge of the red quilt, indicating that someone was still sleeping under the quilt.If this person doesn't get up and lock the door, He Lang can still freely enter and exit his room.

He Lang was holding a tray with a large bowl of porridge, some side dishes and a glass of water.He walked to the table, brushed away the fallen balloons with one hand, and put the tray away.

"You don't need to pretend to be asleep when you wake up." He Lang didn't even look at the person on the bed, and turned back to close the door while talking, "I could tell this before, let alone now."

After closing the door, he walked to the bedside with the hot eyes, and immediately met those silver-gray pupils.

"OK, I know you're thinking about how to beat me up." He Lang raised his hands in surrender, "But why don't you have a peaceful breakfast first? Anyway, as long as you want to do it, you can do it anytime, anywhere, right?"

Song Lin narrowed his eyes.

To be honest, the silver-gray pupils looked too cold. Looking at these pupils, He Lang always couldn't guess the ending in a good direction.But just when the man thought that Song Lin decided to "do it first", the young man sat up, wiped his face, and raked his hair.

The image is messy, but at least it is not angry, and even surprisingly calm.

He Lang picked up the young man's coat thrown at the end of the bed, and covered his head.

Song Lin put it on slowly, and then sat under the quilt without moving his butt: "Water."

When he tilted his head and glanced, his silver-gray pupils slid slightly, obviously showing no expression at all, but He Lang just felt quite domineering.The man handed the water glass to the young man, and the young man drank half of the glass, then handed the glass back: "Porridge."

He Lang raised his eyebrows: "How can you eat if you don't come down?"

Song Lin rolled his eyelids: "You don't have hands?"

The man is simply going to be pissed off.He turned back and put the water glass on the table, sat down by the bed with the bowl in his hand, took a big mouthful with a spoon and sent it to the young man: "Eat it."

Song Lin didn't cooperate at all: "...Don't you feel disgusted?"

"Damn it, did I take the initiative?" He Lang threw the spoon into the bowl, "You didn't ask for it just now!"

He originally wanted to say "Are you a fish brain?", but at the end of the day, he remembered that he was wronged now, so he held back.

"I asked you to hold it, not to feed me." Song Lin's words were slow, as if there were some icy scum, "I don't have the strength to carry the bowl with one hand and the vegetables with the other?"

So your limbs are broken?

If He Lang can't tell that this is a deliberate provocation, then he is a fool.But what can he do?He could only slander, turned his head and put the porridge on the tray, and then lifted the entire tray in front of Song Lin.

Facing such a "human dining table" who would stare at him while eating, Song Lin was really not afraid.He ate breakfast and drank water in a leisurely manner, as if drinking afternoon tea.Every time He Lang wanted to say something, Song Lin seemed to be able to predict it in advance, and he glanced at him lightly, and he could only swallow the words again.

After much difficulty, Song Lin finally finished eating.

It is not the person who eats, but the person who serves the meal that suffers.And what is tormenting is not the action of holding the tray, but the whole process.He Lang watched the young man throw the spoon back into the empty bowl, and was about to get up to take the tray away, when suddenly a hand stretched over and grabbed the man's throat, and then slapped him back!

Boom!

The tray and the tableware all fell to the ground. Fortunately, it was completely empty, otherwise the consequences would have been embarrassing.

He Lang was pinned down on the bed by Song Lin. Song Lin sat on his waist and squinted at him condescendingly.This scene looked familiar, but at this moment, all traces of last night had disappeared from Song Lin's body.No swollen lips, no bloody wounds, no redness from alcohol and heat.After turning the light magic on the body a few times, this simple trace will disappear immediately.

Silver-gray eyes fixed on the man, not only did not have a charming atmosphere, but also had an extremely sharp sense of chill.

He Lang thought: It's over, it's time for execution!

The young man stared at him, his lips parted: "Did you forget that as long as I want to know... I can know what you are thinking?"

Fuck...!

He Lang frowned and said, "You said you wouldn't be casual...!"

"Did I say that? Then did I say that you can touch me like last night, huh?" Song Lin's voice suddenly sharpened, "He Lang, He Lang, I'm drunk, are you drunk too! Zhong Qi You want to insult me, do you want to insult me ​​too, huh?!"

The young man's palm tightly clasped the man's throat, lifting him up slightly to ask questions.If it were any living person, this posture would have been short of breath and almost suffocated, but what He Lang felt was only the anger of the young man.

Like an ice skate, sliding along the contract, slashing through He Lang's consciousness one after another.

"I admit that I'm not drunk, but I don't even want to insult you!" He Lang retorted, "Fuck, you're the one who held me back, and he's in this fucking position! Is it interesting for you to rely on me?!"

Song Lin sneered: "How long have you been in bed in a daze since Zhong Chi left? I didn't let you go later? Do you dare to revert the whole process if you want to refute it?"

He Lang was startled: "...you actually remember it so clearly!" Was the young man drunk then? !

"Why, you think I don't remember, so you want to hide it?" Song Lin sneered, his voice was cold, "Don't think about getting sidetracked. You are not drunk, you can go, but you just moved me. Have you thought about how to explain it? Um?"

"Damn, I'm just helping you... that's nothing!" He Lang's temper also came up, "Okay, I admit, I was obsessed with X at that time, so how about it! If you want to kill or cut you Follow me, even if you want to kill me, just shout and count me as loser!"

Song Lin smiled coldly: "You really are a bastard...!"

"Yes, I'm a rascal. It's too late for you to regret accepting me." He Lang snorted ferociously, feeling mortified, "It's okay to ask me to be responsible, anyway, we'll use this wedding room, so that's fine." Bridal chamber candles'..."

He suddenly couldn't speak, and the contract really strangled his "throat".

Song Lin got off him, and the man sat up uncontrollably and walked towards the door of the room.

The young man's cold voice sounded behind him.

"Get out of my sight before I regret not tearing you apart."

[The author has something to say: Xia Hong, a soldier fighting on the front line of gossip! 】