"Put your bold thoughts away."

With a bang, Rachel tried her best to push Zhou Qingfeng out of her living room, and turned the kid who was running smiley with a smiley face out of the door. She also locked the door of the living room and leaned her back against the door as if she wanted to use all her strength to prevent the kid from breaking in.

The wife's face was flushed at this moment, her red lips were pursed tightly, and her hands were tightly pressed. She was angry, excited, and angry. Her breath was heavy, and her chest was fluttering. She was so angry that her expression and muscles were shaking slightly.

There were Rachel's bodyguards in the living room, and many followers. Everyone looked at her for no reason, not understanding what was going on?

Just now, Saint Victor Hugo came to visit, and Rachel politely invited him to the living room to talk, everything was in line with etiquette. But when the Lord Saint said with a laughing expression, "I have a bold idea," Rachel's face changed drastically, and she immediately roared in anger, "Shut up, get out."

Zhou Qingfeng, who came happily, was really bombarded.

Rachel, who was out of control, was extremely panicked, but Zhou Qingfeng, who was separated from her, was confused. After being turned away, he scratched his head and looked at Marcos behind him in confusion, "I only said one thing, is it wrong?"

Marco shrugged, "Sorry, my mind can't figure out this problem anymore. But in my only memory, women are never reasonable creatures. I advise you to try again, she may be a subconscious behavior."

Zhou Qingfeng nodded, knocked on the door and said, "Rachel, I'm here to discuss an important thing with you. I really have a very good one..."

The interior of the hotel is rebuilt, and the door is not soundproofed, but the sound can still be heard in. But before Zhou Qingfeng finished speaking, a woman's scream came from inside, "Shut up, Victor. I said, put away your ridiculous thoughts."

Zhou Qingfeng immediately showed a puzzled expression and thought to himself: Could this girl be able to read the mind? She discovered my hidden ghost idea as soon as she met?

It's impossible! She should have been against the will of heaven if she had this ability.

So Zhou Qingfeng knocked on the door and said, "Rachel, did I offend you there?"

"No, get out of here."

"Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"No, get out of here."

"You're not convenient now?"

"No, get out of here."

"Well, I think I might not be right when I come. I can make another appointment. But I want to say first, I have a little idea of ​​the last day's Mass, and I envisioned a grand scene, an absolutely brilliant and life-long scene. I promise..."

Before Zhou Qingfeng could finish his promise, he saw the door in front of him suddenly lit up and opened. The wife at the door stared at him with a strange expression, frowned and asked, "Do you want to talk about the Mass?"

"yes."

"You don't have any other dirty thoughts?"

"No."

"Are you serious?"

"certainly."

The wife breathed a sigh of relief, but still glared at Zhou Qingfeng fiercely. She took a few deep breaths to calm her mood, then opened the door of the living room completely, turned around and led the way: "Get in."

Oh..., you just let me roll in?

Zhou Qingfeng looked back at Marcos again.

"She lets you in." The mutant leader shrugged again, "This is a woman."

Zhou Qingfeng could only walk into Rachel's living room again and asked unhappily: "What happened just now?"

Rachel had returned to the single sofa in her living room, with her legs crossed, her hands crossed on her abdomen, and a formulaic smile on her face. She said to Zhou Qingfeng in a very serious conversational attitude: "Forget the scene just now, otherwise you will be kicked out by me again."

Zhou Qingfeng could only roll his eyes.

"I have a very good idea about the current Mass. Why don't we make the Mass a carnival? It's the kind of fireworks party where everyone prays, praises,..., eats and drinks.

And the venue should be a little bigger. What do you think is the hosting of an aircraft carrier? It is said that Matsushita will have four aircraft carriers, and we can put them together, and simple suspension bridges can be built between aircraft carriers. We can have all kinds of interesting activities,..."

Zhou Qingfeng said the words, and the bodyguards and followers in the living room were stunned. Some were surprised, some were unhappy, and some were imagining. In short, this idea was indeed unheard of.

Only Rachel snorted coldly, "Victor, are you kidding? No matter how you do it, you cannot hold the sacred mass as a children's garden party. The church activities are very serious and you cannot make fun of it."

But Zhou Qingfeng insisted: "Isn't Mass a party? The past Masses were all on land, but this time I wanted to hold a Mass on the sea, and use four aircraft carriers as the venue to connect them. Just think about it, it's very exciting.

This kind of thing that has never been organized by anyone in the past can be done in our hands. And I can sponsor it. As a saint, I should serve the church’s members, right? I’m responsible for giving everyone a party and deepening the influence of the church.”

Zhou Qingfeng said something terrible, but Rachel just didn't believe it. She just raised her legs and raised her eyebrows, and calmly looked at the man in front of her bragging.

It was not until Mr. Zhou's words came to an end that she slightly looked at Zhou Qingfeng's eyes with her eyes that saw through everything, and lowered her voice and asked, "Victor, what are you going to do?"

"What kind of doubtful look are you?" Zhou Qingfeng raised his voice and made a glare, "I just wanted to hold an unprecedented mass, an unprecedented mass, an unparalleled mass. I just had such a simple idea."

Rachel sneered, "Victor, I found one of your characteristics. Others' eyes are erratic when they lie, but when you lie, you like to stare at others. And when you liar, your tone is easy and you talk a lot of nonsense. And your truth is very simple and clear."

Hey..., really? Why do you know me so much?

Zhou Qingfeng made an embarrassing face and returned to normal after a moment and continued: "Rachel, I really think such a party is very good. You will be particularly dazzling when you host this mass.

By the way, I just had a TV broadcast satellite working normally. I can give you a live global broadcast, so that people who are still in trouble and darkness can see hope and dreams, and see that you are praying for them. This will be a mass that has been recorded in history."

This was so exciting that even the bodyguards and followers in the living room showed a look of yearning. But only Rachel was indifferent and just said coldly: "Victor, if you finish talking nonsense, you can get out. Anyway, I don't believe it unless you tell me the truth."

After saying that, the wife got up from the sofa in the living room and returned to her bedroom with her pedaled high heels, leaving Zhou Qingfeng behind her. When she closed the bedroom door in a cold face, she immediately pressed her back against the door and slapped her chest several times in a row.
Chapter completed!