King Crazy Game

Chapter 121 The Real Death Game (22)

He An held an oil-paper umbrella and walked into the high-class teahouse. His waist-length flowing black hair and delicate androgynous face immediately attracted a large number of customers who were drinking tea. Gu Qiuchi, who was standing on the third floor, held the railing and watched him walk to her gracefully step by step with the umbrella.

"Mr. Gu." He An bowed slightly and saluted.

Gu Qiuchi looked at him calmly: "Let's go."

He An raised his hand to smooth the hair by his ears, followed Gu Qiuchi into a hidden elevator.

A modern face recognition door slowly opened, and inside sat a fat middle-aged man in his fifties. Seeing He An, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he took a sip of the wine beside him with great interest, and said to Gu Qiuchi with a big smile: "Boss Gu is really good at keeping a beautiful woman in a golden house. I will definitely help you with your matter."

Gu Qiuchi bowed and thanked him, "Thank you for the trouble."

The door closed again. Gu Qiuchi stood at the door for a long time before slowly walking to the teahouse next to him, sitting by the window and watching people coming and going downstairs.

After a while, he turned around and poured a cup of tea to the empty opposite side: "Zicheng, you won't help me open the door of the cafe again."

Lin Zicheng gently pressed the start button, and the coffee beans slid into the grinder along the pipe, where they were finely ground into powder, exuding a rich aroma. Water flowed in and blended with the coffee powder. As the machine ran, hot steam rose, and the essence of the coffee was extracted, gathering into a small cup of fragrant coffee.

"Qingning, I like sugar." Lin Zicheng prepared the coffee, carried it upstairs, and knocked on Shen Qingning's study door.

When Shen Qingning heard the knock on the door, he immediately put all the information on the computer into a hidden folder, and opened a project contract as a cover before opening the door.

"Ah?" Shen Qingning took the coffee and looked at Lin Zicheng in disbelief, suspecting that he had put something else in it. Lin Zicheng liked to drink tea, and coffee was rare in his hands.

"I put a special medicine in it." Lin Zicheng reached out and held Shen Qingning's hand, then took a sip of coffee from his hand, licking the edge of his lips intentionally or unintentionally with the tip of his tongue, "Do you want to be a pair of romantic ghosts together?"

Shen Qingning had been distracted by his series of teasings. He would swallow even a knife, not to mention medicine.

"Zicheng, you tease me like this, aren't you afraid that I will do something to you?" Shen Qingning leaned against the door frame with a cup of coffee in his hand, his tone was questioning, but his eyes seemed to want to eat Lin Zicheng bite by bite.

Lin Zicheng came close to him, his long eyelashes fluttering: "Now that you mention it, I am actually looking forward to it, but it's a pity that I have to wait until the evening."

Shen Qingning: “…”

The eldest son of the Lin family is equally good at remembering jokes and grudges. It seems that he will not easily miss this joke in the short time.

As if for the "wedding night", workaholic Lin Zicheng actually sacrificed two hours to make a sumptuous dinner. As the old saying goes, if you want to capture a person's heart, the first step is to capture his stomach.

Shen Qingning believed that he would not fall for the clichéd seductive tactics, but once he met Lin Zicheng, everything would suddenly change. For example, just eating the food cooked by Lin Zicheng, he felt that he was the happiest person in the world, and he looked very worthless.

Lin Zicheng served him a bowl of old chicken soup and said with a smile: "Qingning, it should be effective if you replenish your energy now. Otherwise, you will not have enough energy at night. What should you do? The night is so long."

Shen Qingning looked at the piece of chicken in the bowl. No matter how he looked at it, he felt like he was the piece of chicken, waiting to be eaten. For a moment, he didn't know how to start eating.

Seeing this, Lin Zicheng couldn't help but ruffle his hair: "I'm just teasing you. If you don't want to, we can just sleep together."

Shen Qingning looked up at him. Why did it become Lin Zicheng who ate him when he was clearly the one preparing to eat Lin Zicheng?

After dinner, they sat on the sofa together to watch TV for the first time, Shen Qingning leaned lazily on Lin Zicheng. In the past, they would go out to eat before coming back, and after arriving at the hotel, Lin Zicheng would go into the study and start to solve the piles of work.

Not to mention watching TV together, even saying a few words to each other depends on the mood of the eldest young master of the Lin family that day.

Shen Qingning turned her head to look at Lin Zicheng. She always felt like it was a dream. After waking up, Lin Zicheng was still so within reach, yet she could never catch him.

Lin Zicheng noticed his gaze, turned around and asked, "What's wrong? Do you feel like it's a dream again?"

When Shen Qingning was asked this, she didn't know what to say, but she was unwilling to follow Lin Zicheng's rhythm, so she simply raised her hand and pinched Lin Zicheng's chin, and said frivolously: "Thinking about how to eat you?"

Lin Zicheng pulled his finger to his lips with a half-smile, and licked it gently a few times: "You are welcome anytime."

...Shen Qingning never expected that Lin Zicheng, who usually looked very abstinent, could be more deadly than a thousand-year-old fox when he flirted with people.

Just when he was distracted, Lin Zicheng suddenly leaned close and kissed his rosy thin lips.

At this time, the skit on TV was playing: "What's wrong? Give you a little sunshine and you will start to shine. Give you a bamboo pole and you will climb up quickly."

Shen Qingning: “…”

Lin Zicheng: “…”

The two of them laughed at the same time because of this sudden line.

The bed was really big, and it was more than enough for two grown men to roll around on it. Shen Qingning lay on his pillow and looked at Lin Zicheng opposite him. He always thought that if Lin Zicheng slept in his bed one day, he would make this man cry and surrender to him charmingly.

But now, feeling Lin Zicheng's even breathing, he just wanted to watch quietly. He felt that as long as this person was always by his side, it didn't matter who was on top or who was on the bottom.

Lin Zicheng suddenly raised his hand and hugged his waist, mumbling in a dream: "I won't run. If you don't sleep now, you won't be able to get up tomorrow."

Shen Qingning couldn't help but move closer and kissed him on the eyelid: "Okay."

Lin Zicheng hugged him tightly and stroked his back gently: "You smell good."

Shen Qingning's body stiffened, and he raised his hand to stop him: "Zicheng, I suspect you deliberately kept me awake."

Lin Zicheng suddenly opened his eyes: "What a coincidence, I can't sleep either."

Shen Qingning: “…”

"In that fire, I saw a pair of bloody hands grabbing me and saying, there's no way to escape. I've always suspected, even without hearing it, that the abandoned school building would also catch fire, because as long as I was inside, it would burn."

Lin Zicheng looked at Shen Qingning with a vague look in his eyes, "Remember what I said? As the clock ticked, I became an unforgivable evil ghost, taking people to hell. This game is like helping me to unlock the shackles on my body, allowing me to really become an evil ghost."

Shen Qingning buried her head in his neck: "I am always here."