Chapter 386 Bedroom
"Are everything you said before true?" the fat man asked fiercely.
"It's really true." The landlord nodded repeatedly, "I don't dare to lie to you now, it's all true. Only Weng Qing knows the situation in room 808."
"You My friend is gone." Weng Qing's voice sounded in Jiao Tailang's ears, and her breath seemed to contain a certain flavor, tempting people to explore.
She sat next to Jiao Tailang, very close to him, so close that the smell filled her nose. "Aren't you scared?" Weng Qing seemed to be pointing out something.
Jiao Tailang was extremely panicked, but there was no sign of it on his face, "Afraid." He looked at Weng Qing's face, his eyes as clear as water, "I'm afraid that my sister won't welcome me and will drive me away."
Weng Qing's eyes paused.
A moment later——
“Are you hungry?” Weng Qing moved closer to Jiao Tailang, “What do you like to eat?”
Jiao Tailang thought He replied that he had eaten, but there was no such option in Weng Qing's eyes, so he could only pretend to think deeply for a while and replied: "Anything is fine, but it's best not to take out. I want to eat what my sister made."< br>
Weng Qing smiled, and the curve of his mouth made Jiao Tailang tremble in his heart, "You are very good at pleasing girls. Have you said this to many girls?"
"I remember. The last time they came, there was a girl outside the door." Weng Qing put her pale fingertips on her face and looked at Jiao Tailang and continued: "Is she also your friend?"
"I only have my sister. A friend." Jiao Tailang sat up straight and expressed his stance solemnly.
Weng Qing stood up and walked towards the kitchen, "Is the steak okay?" Her voice came, far and near, "It's very fresh."
Jiao Tailang looked at her He opened the refrigerator door, took out a large piece of meat, and placed it on a silver plate.
Indeed, as Weng Qing said, the meat is very fresh, even a little too fresh.
There's even blood on it.
Then there was the sound of a fire, and then the sound of frying steak. Soon after, a rich smell of meat came over.
Jiao Tailang has never smelled such a fragrant smell.
Even though his reason told him to exercise restraint, he still clenched the knife and fork handed over by Weng Qing.
"Try it." A moment later, Weng Qing came over with a plate, sat next to him, and looked at him with expectant eyes.
Jiao Tailang cut off a small piece with a knife, but as soon as the knife cut in, blood flowed out. The steak was clearly not even cooked at all, it was almost completely raw.
But Jiao Tailang had no choice. In Weng Qing's expectant eyes, he didn't even dare to cut into too small pieces, so he could only bite the bullet and eat it.
Different from the imagined bloody feeling, new taste buds seemed to be awakened on the tip of the tongue. Jiao Tailang immediately cut another piece, and then the next piece.
Weng Qing looked at him, his eyes Full of satisfaction, he even walked back to the kitchen, took out another bottle of red wine, and poured a glass for Jiao Tailang and himself.
The crimson wine rolled back and forth in the goblet, and finally entered the woman's scarlet lips. The beauty of this moment was something Jiao Tailang had never seen before.
He felt like he had entered a new realm.
Looking at Jiao Tailang looking at her blankly, Weng Qing still had that coquettish look in her eyes. She seemed to be used to this kind of look from men.
A strange alluring aura flowed through this woman's body, and Jiao Tailang's throat couldn't help but roll.
"Is it delicious?" Weng Qing swiped her red lips with her fingers, depriving them of the remaining drop of wine.
"The meat is delicate and layered, with a smooth texture, fat but not greasy! It's chewy! Most importantly, it's elastic and smooth!"
Jiao Tailang searched for all the adjectives for delicious food in his brain. , there is no bottom line in the praise, even though he really thinks so.
"Then eat more." Weng Qing seemed to be rarely praised and was in a surprisingly good mood.
"Sister, don't you want to eat it?" Jiao Tailang resisted the urge to finish it all. After all, he now doubted the source of the meat.
He had been in Australia for a while and had eaten all kinds of steaks, but this was the first time he tasted this kind of beef, and the taste of this beef was also a little strange.
Weng Qing's eyes became increasingly scarlet, and the way she stared at Jiao Tailang made the latter feel that she might pounce on him at any time and treat him as food.
But fortunately, she didn’t.
She did not refuse Jiao Tailang's "kindness", but reached for Jiao Tailang's knife, cut off a small piece of meat, and put it in her mouth.
Chew slowly.
This display of intimacy made Jiao Tailang a little overwhelmed. He tried again and again to find out the secret of Room 808 from Weng Qing.
But the latter didn't give him a chance at all.
It seems that this time should only belong to two people alone.
Finally Jiao Tailang couldn't bear it any longer and lowered his voice and asked, "Sister, what do you do?"
Weng Qing tilted her chin and moved her pretty eyebrows. "I was a landlord before, but now..." She smiled, "I like photography." There was a light in her scarlet eyes.
“Are you the landlord?” Jiao Tailang continued, his voice seemed to have been sweetened, “That’s pretty good. Now, people like us may not be able to buy it even if we work hard in big cities for half our lives. The upper house ”
"That's right." Jiao Tailang picked up the wine glass and said very casually: "It seems that you, sister, have more than just this room."
Weng Qing spit out the breath of wine and said with blurred eyes: "I have a few more rooms. The house, but not here, is in Building 3.”
“I really envy my sister, even if she is good-looking, the conditions are so good.” Jiao Tailang blinked, the tenderness in his eyes almost overwhelm him. Love package.
"Your mouth is very sweet." Weng Qing was in a very good mood. She stared at Jiao Tailang's mouth, with a trace of desire in her eyes.
But she quickly used alcohol to cover it up.
Jiao Tailang suddenly felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. The woman in front of him seemed to be different.
“We can’t stay any longer, take the time to ask questions, and then leave quickly.” He also took a sip of wine, using the strength of the wine to embolden himself.
Weng Qing seemed a little drunk. She stood up slowly, her loose pajamas slipped a little, revealing one shoulder without realizing it.
"I'm tired." Weng Qing's eyes were blurry, "Send me back to the bedroom, okay?"
Weng Qing committed suicide in the bedroom. There must be danger inside, but he didn't wait. Jiao Tailang refused, and Weng Qing's hand had already been placed on his face, slowly moving along his cheek, and finally stopped on his lips, "There is something you want in there."
Jiao Tailang's breathing suddenly became rapid, and he felt that his whole body was burning, especially the cheek that was scratched by Weng Qing's fingers.
"Okay." He stood up like a ghost, and Wengqing leaned on him, "Sister, please slow down, be careful where you step."
As soon as the bedroom door was pushed open, Open, it's very clean inside. Two big golden retrievers are squatting in the corner, sticking out their tongues. Instead of being fierce, they are very cute.
The bedroom was not big. A night light was attached to the wall, emitting a soft orange light. With this light, Jiao Tailang discovered that there were many photos posted on the surrounding walls.
In each photo, there is a different man.
The background is this bedroom! !
Continue tomorrow
(End of this chapter)