"What's the matter with the hickey on your face?"

What is sad is that when lawyer Fei Yingli first saw Qian Zhong, she was not concerned about his injuries under the bandages, but her focus was just a little bit of rose red on the white snow in the main film?!

Mao Lilan in front of her mother is completely different from Qian Zhong when she is alone. Because she lives with her mother, this Mao Lilan is gentler, more childlike, and less strong than the original version.<

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And, he will act coquettishly to his parents.

She hugged her mother's arm angrily and complained, "This is a hickey left by the popular idol Okino Yoko."

"Huh?"

Fei Yingli opened her eyes slightly and seemed to be looking Qian Chong up and down.

"It's just a thank you, and the kiss was on the cheek." Qian Zhong wiped it nonchalantly, and as a result, the bandages on his palms and face were stained red.

"So, what do you want from me?"

Fei Yingli lay lazily on the sofa, and Xiaolan held her mother's arm and sat next to Fei Yingli.

Qian Zhong felt that it was a bit strange to stand alone, so he grabbed a stool from the restaurant and sat down not far from the two of them.

After sitting down, Qian Zhong took out the contract that he had prepared long ago from his schoolbag, leaned over and handed it to Fei Yingli, "Fei."

"Sister Fei, I would like to ask you to help me check if there is any problem with this contract."

"Novel?" Fei Yingli glanced at it casually and found that it was a contract from a publishing house.

She found it a little funny. She was known as the "Queen of Laws", but no one had ever entrusted such low-level business.

With this kind of contract, she could determine if there were any problems with it just by taking a quick glance at it.

"Yes." This time, Qian Zhong took out a purely handwritten manuscript.

The title is, "death note?" Mao Lilan took the manuscript from Qian Zhong and read it with interest.

Fei Yingli was not interested in novels written by high school students, so she read word by word this contract that was not worth her energy.

Of course, if the manuscript was kept, she wouldn't mind using it to kill the extra time.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was the sound of flipping through paper.

The idle Oyama Qianzhong naturally did not disturb the two of them. He picked up the oranges that were not available yesterday from the coffee table, peeled them off, and tore off the orange strips one by one.

His fingers were not bandaged, so he was able to perform this delicate work.

Wow, wow, wow.

The sound of pages being turned over is endless.

Dashan Qianzhong placed the orange in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully for a long time, up and down, left and right, and confirmed that not a single white thread remained.

Turning his attention to the two of them, they were still reviewing the two documents.

Qian Zhong peeled off a piece of orange flesh, peeling off the thin skin on both sides from the middle, revealing the tender pulp underneath.

"Bliss."

Throwing the remaining skin into the trash can, Qian Zhong closed his eyes and enjoyed the sweet mandarin orange.

The quality of this mandarin orange was so good that the thirst in Qian Zhong's mouth was temporarily stopped.

The desire of the [senses] is satisfied, a life force is born from the body, new blood drips into the dried blood vessels, and only a trace of granulation grows from the broken collapse.

Hard.

Just for a moment.

If you don't tear off the orange peel, even a trace of the bitter taste of the orange peel will ruin the taste and cause [sensory] dissatisfaction.

Chie Oyama opened his eyes and took another slice from the orange.

Because she had been sitting for too long, Fei Yingli changed her posture, took her right leg off her left leg, and then put it on the other side.

Qianzhong ignored the flash of darkness that appeared at that moment and concentrated on peeling off his skin.

Before eating, Qian Zhong hesitated and brought the orange to Xiaolan.

Unlike the mature Fei Yingli, Mao Lilan sat upright on the sofa with her legs together. She opened her mouth and swallowed the orange in her mouth.

Mao Lilan was not as particular as Qian Zhong, so she swallowed Qian Zhong's peeled skin into her mouth together with Qian Zhong's index finger.

Qianzhong put down the orange and took out his fingers from his closed lips.

Taking a piece of tissue from the carton, Qian Zhong wiped off the saliva stuck to his fingers, and then peeled off a piece of orange again.

This time, he was delivered to Fei Yingli.

Fei Yingli didn't react and subconsciously took it.

Then, "You brat!!!"

The contract curled up into a tube hit Dashan Qianzhong on the head.

Fei Yingli's chest kept rising and falling with anger. She glanced at the red marks on Qian Zhong's fingers and her face turned red with anger.

Fei Yingli exhaled heavily, threw the contract on the table and sat back on the sofa.

"You brat, your skin is tenderer than mine and Xiaolan's. Are you really practicing karate?"

"Of course it's true." Xiaolan also put down the manuscript in her hand, "I have never beaten Qian Zhong during practice."

"I've read the contract, there's nothing wrong with it." Fei Yingli turned to look at her daughter, "How's the writing?"

Xiaolan has only read less than a third of the novel in her hand, but she has already concluded, "I don't like this story."

"It feels creepy when I read it. Many people died."

Dashan Qianzhong is unconvinced. Many people will be attracted by the charm of Ya Shenyue, but Xiaolan is definitely not among them. Her view of good and evil is very clear.

Moreover, Oyama Chige did not copy the story of the small book when he wrote this novel. He made some modifications.

For example, the source of the notes is no longer the God of Death, Ryuk, but was left behind by a blind god.

This novel is an experiment. Oyama Chige used some superficial secret knowledge when writing. He wanted to try to see if this could create an atmosphere of secrecy.

It is possible in the game "Secret Cult Simulator", but you still need to try it in reality.

"Thank you, Sister Fei."

Qian Zhong smiled and put the contract back into his bag, leaving the original manuscript on the table.

"The mouth is quite sweet."

Fei Yingli's attention has been on Qian Zhong's fingertips, where there are still red marks.

As if he didn't notice, Qian Zhong picked up a piece of orange and put it into his mouth.

When I reached out to the orange again, the red traces had disappeared.

Fei Yingli's chest rose and fell twice again, but she said nothing.

"Let's eat. I cooked a big meal myself today."

"Uh."

Except for Fei Yingli, the two people were all stiff.

I felt nothingness, and when I put that piece of food into my mouth, I seemed to have lost something, and at the same time I seemed to have gained something.

When Qian Zhong returned home, the night was already dark and his consciousness was in a trance.

His senses are far more sensitive than ordinary people, but the pain is what [Red Cup] desires, so his body has recovered a little.

After returning home, Oyama Chige put the contract signed with the name "Yuan Zhihui" into an envelope and waited until tomorrow to send it to the mailbox.

His pen name is "Molan", and "Molan"'s real name is "Yuanzhihui".

He has never appeared in person. Manuscripts and contracts, as well as communication with the publisher, are all completed through letters.
Chapter completed!