Divorced Actor Picking Up Garbage - Chap 22
With the sound of Jing Shaoci falling, the purple air around him seemed to be consciously enveloping Yan Zixiu, as if it was protecting him.
But in an instant, Yan Zixiu’s eyes regained their clarity, but Jing Shaoci’s tall figure suddenly flickered, and he lost consciousness directly.
The other people present were stunned for a while, and they didn’t understand what was going on at all.
At this time, Yan Zixiu supported himself with one hand, quickly stood up from the ground, then walked to the door and put Jing Shaoci’s arm on his neck, and raised him up.
“Go and help.” Chen Qi said immediately after recovering.
Li Fengzhi hurried over, but Yan Zixiu looked at him and said, “Find a room.”
“Okay, I’ll go right away.”
Fortunately, this is a hotel. A few minutes later, Yan Zixiu put him on the bed.
He looked at Jing Shaoci who was in a coma, and frowned slightly.
How did he come?Why does his purple energy protect him?
Little did he know that Jing Shaoci rushed to City D because of him, and even Chen Qi was arranged by him in advance.
Li Fengzhi saw him standing by the bed without speaking, and said anxiously: “Let’s send Mr. Jing to the hospital.”
Yan Zixiu shook his head, “No need.”
After speaking, he stepped forward and began to take off Jing Shaoci’s clothes.
After unbuttoning all the buttons on the black shirt, Yan Zixiu turned to Li Fengzhi and said, “Go out first and close the door.”
Li Fengzhi thought to himself: No way, no way, President Jing is like this, why is Yan Zixiu still thinking about that.
But on the other hand, he felt that Yan Zixiu would not be such a beast, so he could only walk away in the end.
After the door was closed, Yan Zixiu put his left hand on Jing Shaoci’s chest muscles, and his right hand began to form seals quickly.
But before he could make up his mind, Jing Shaoci unexpectedly regained consciousness at this moment, and the first sentence he spoke was——
“Are you dumb? What sign language?”
“you……”
Before Yan Zixiu finished speaking, Jing Shaoci looked down at his left hand and said, “Why did you touch me this time?”
Yan Zixiu looked at him and explained seriously: “It’s because your purple energy is…”
This time he didn’t finish speaking again, and the purple energy lingering around him returned to Jing Shaoci.
Yan Zixiu: …
As expected of a short-lived little bitter gourd, it is as irritating as its owner.
Jing Shaoci looked at him, and said with a faint smile, “It seems that I haven’t thought of an excuse this time.”
Yan Zixiu took a deep breath, and said word by word: “We cultivators don’t pay attention to sex and sex.”
“If you didn’t touch me and say this sentence, it would be more convincing.”
Only then did Yan Zixiu realize that his hand was still on the other’s naked chest, and he immediately withdrew his arm.
Jing Shaoci sneered, “Have you touched enough?”
He endured it again and again, but finally he couldn’t help saying: “A prostitute sees prostitution, and you are full of filth, so you will always feel that I have unreasonable thoughts about you.”
“You say I’m full of filth?!”
Yan Zixiu asked back: “Could it be me?”
At this time, Li Fengzhi was sitting in the living room anxiously, after much deliberation, he still felt that Jing Shao should be sent to the hospital, but when he stood up and just approached the bedroom, he heard the sound of arguing inside.
“Yan Zixiu.” Jing Shaoci gritted his back molars forcefully, “You said before that I couldn’t do it.”
“That’s right, maybe it’s because you can’t be humane, that’s why you have demonic obstacles in your heart.”
As soon as the words fell, Jing Shaoci grabbed his wrist.
“I’ll let you try it today, and see if I can do it.”
