Take It Easy: Chapter 125 enthusiasm

Sister, am I as soft as before?

Mu Qinglin closed the computer, turned off the lights, and lay quietly on the table.

Last night when she took a shower, she forgot to turn on the boiling water. The cold seemed to be severe again, her head was heavy, and her body was cold and hot for a while.

She probably has a fever.

Fever is not a cold, and she can't resist it. She must get some medicine from Dr. Han as soon as possible.

Mu Qinglin moved her body and stood up while supporting the table.

For a moment, she seemed to hear footsteps, hurriedly.

The wrist rested against the forehead for a while, and only the humming caused by the fever remained in the ear.

Mu Qinglin lowered her hands, turned and walked out.

The door was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and Mu Qinglin froze in her futile steps.

The visitor strode up to her, hooked her waist with one hand, pressed the other behind her shoulder, and brought her into his arms, saying in a hurried voice: "Yanyan, I'm back."

It was only at this second that Mu Qinglin began to tremble, the pretended calm disappeared, her chest heaved violently and hugged Zhou Yi tightly, finding her lips in the dark, and pressed her tongue heavily into it.

The strength of this kiss was too heavy, Zhou Yi wanted to open his mouth to breathe, but Mu Qinglin's hand suddenly pressed to the back of her neck, her thumb raised her chin, and silently pressed deeper.

Zhou Yi responded with difficulty, his breath getting thinner, subconsciously grabbing the button of Mu Qinglin's clothes.

Mu Qinglin pressed her against the wall, held her wrist, and pulled it down violently, the buttons burst open, revealing the delicate skin inside.

"Xiao Jiu..." Mu Qinglin called Zhou Yi's name, and quickly walked down with her hand.

Zhou Yi still had a sliver of reason, so he held Mu Qinglin back and said intermittently, "Hands are not clean..."

Mu Qinglin couldn't control that much, the long-term anxiety and worry broke out at this second, and she just smelled the familiar aura of this person was not enough.

Her writhing body clings to Zhou Yi, lifts her hand into her mouth, and **** her fingertips, phalanx, and calloused fingertips.

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The wound on Zhou Yi's arm is still bleeding, the taboo is more exciting.

Mu Qinglin stuck to Zhou Yi's ear, panting and told her, "Xiao Jiu, don't worry, wait for me."

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Dongfang Weixi, Mu Qinglin held Zhou Yi's already softened waist, looked down at her, "Did you get hurt later?"

Zhou Yi let go of the hand on the bed sheet, breathing heavily, "No..."

Mu Qinglin knew.

She has looked and touched all over just now, and there is no new injury.

She has been nervous for a long time, and subconsciously wants to confirm with Zhou Yi again.

But now even after hearing the desired answer, my heart is still twisted.

Those people were ruthless, she had seen with her own eyes, but she couldn't imagine how Zhou Yi would deal with those people in a dilapidated car.

…

Mu Qinglin lowered her voice and asked distressedly, "How did you get rid of those people?"

Zhou Yi rolled over his limp body, and said calmly, "I can swim well. I hid in the river until they finished shooting the bullets. They had already left when I came up. I guess I was drowned. I don't know. Don't worry, I walked along the bushes and hid for a while until Antoin and the others came to find him."

Mu Qinglin just said "um", lowered his head and kissed the wound on Zhou Yi's arm, and said nothing more.

How can it be so easy to sum up seven hours in one sentence?

Suffocation in the water, crisis in the jungle. During those seven hours, Zhou Yi's nerves must have been stretched to the extreme, as well as the cold night wind blowing through his body and the strong belief in forcing himself to hold on.

For everything, Mu Qinglin could imagine countless pictures, but she didn't dare to think about it, let alone express these emotions. The tension in their bodies has just eased.

Mu Qinglin just hugged Zhou Yi tightly, her soft body covering her, and her slender legs clinging to her.

Barely calmed down, Zhou Yi suddenly noticed that the temperature on Mu Qinglin's body was abnormally high, she raised her hand, tried it on Mu Qinglin's neck, and suddenly became nervous, "Sister, you have a fever!"

Mu Qinglin took her hand and rubbed against his neck, and said, "Low fever, it's fine."

Zhou Yi subconsciously wanted to ask her why she suddenly developed a low-grade fever when she was doing well, but the words rolled on her lips, and she swallowed them silently.

She had already thought of the answer - because she was worried about her, and she was afraid that her ending would be the same as Shang Ning's.

Zhou Yi folded her legs, intertwined with Mu Qinglin's, and told her word by word, "Yanyan, I'm fine, I remember exactly what I promised you before coming here—protect yourself, I can do it."

Mu Qinglin chuckled, and hugged Zhou Yi, "Well, I know, so I was worried, but I wasn't afraid anymore. Xiao Jiu, about poaching, you are worried about what I saw, I have already seen it, and I won't worry about it in the future." Don’t be afraid anymore, so you don’t have to worry about anything.”

Mu Qinglin ignored the half-truth and half-false words in the second part of the video, which were like tongue twisters, and Zhou Yi took a long time to understand it.

She responded in a low voice, ended the question that had been entangled between the two of them for a long time, then grabbed Mu Qinglin's wrist and pinched it in her hand, and said, "Did you shoot?"

Mu Qinglin shook his head, "No one is chasing us."

"Hmm..." You don't need to know what it feels like to be numb if you don't shoot. The timid people will remember it for a long time. It is not a good memory. If it is serious, it will cause nightmares.

Zhou Yi closed her eyes for a while, and when she opened them again, her emotions returned to normal. She tilted her head and touched Mu Qinglin's face, and said, "Sister, the car, your camera, and the lens are all in the river. Fish them up and estimate It doesn't work either."

Mu Qinglin, "The car is rented by Taili, and Taili will pay for it. The camera and lens are mine, and I will buy them when they are gone."

"Is it expensive?"

"No matter how expensive it is, I can afford it." Mu Qinglin propped up his body a little bit, lowered his head, and kissed Zhou Yi's lips over and over again, "When you're here, everything is there."

Zhou Yi embraced Mu Qinglin's neck and responded enthusiastically, "What about the things you photographed?"

Mu Qinglin sat up with her arms around Zhou Yi, fitting her inch by inch, her bent legs rubbing against her body, "Don't worry, the memory card has been taken out beforehand."

"Then, that's good..." Zhou Yi's voice lost control again under Mu Qinglin's kiss and touch.

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At noon, the camp that had been silent all night finally became a little more popular.

Mu Qinglin copied the photos he took to Antoin, and he will personally send them to Sheriff Lieve later.

"Are these people repeat offenders?" Mu Qinglin asked.

Antoin picked up the photo that had just been printed out and looked at it for a while, then said, "I haven't seen it before. Even if I saw it, I wouldn't recognize it. Professional poaching gangs will disguise themselves when carrying out poaching activities, so they can't see their faces."

Mu Qinglin frowned, "It's definitely not a novice. The reaction of a novice would not be so sharp. Moreover, they really wanted to kill us yesterday." The novice dare not be so arrogant.

Antoin nodded, stood up and said, "I'll ask Sergeant Lieve for the time, and send the photos as soon as possible."

Antoin went out to find the phone.

Standing by the table, Mu Qinglin looked down at the photo that Antoin didn't take away for a while, the creases between her brows deepened.

She always felt that she had seen the look in the man's eyes from the co-pilot.

Mu Qinglin thought about it for a while, and there was nothing worthy of the picture, so he had to take a step back and think, maybe people whose conscience has been eaten away by evil thoughts have this fierce and cruel look in their eyes.

"I have an appointment with Sheriff Lieve, I'll go now." Antoin said quickly back.

Mu Qinglin, "Thank you for your hard work."

Antoin quickly waved his hand, "Last time it was funding, which helped us solve our long-term difficulties. This time, we directly photographed the faces of these people, so that we can prevent problems before they happen. No matter how you look at it, we should thank you. You are our patrol The lucky star of the guard."

Mu Qinglin just smiled and said nothing, she is not someone's lucky star, but just someone's girlfriend.

"By the way, Zhou is looking for you." Antoin who had already reached the door suddenly leaned back and said.

A smile appeared on Mu Qinglin's plain face, "Okay..."

Mu Qinglin walked back through the narrow corridor, and Zhou Yi, who hurriedly came over halfway, held a hand and said, "I have caught a cold and have a low-grade fever, and dare to run out to blow cold wind!"

Mu Qinglin looked at Zhou Yiliang's swishing expression, then lowered her head to see that she was holding her hand, and sighed, "Sure enough, I've grown up and calmed down, no matter how anxious I am, I won't throw myself into my arms like before. Do you think I should be happy or sad, Captain Zhou?"

Mu Qinglin's words were completely satisfactory, but when they heard Zhou Yi's ears, she was stunned for a moment.

Time has passed, and she has already forgotten the habit Mu Qinglin mentioned and the coquettishness hidden in it.

It's a pity.

Zhou Yi tilted his head and pursed his lips, and said in a low voice, "It's not that I don't want to hug."

Mu Qinglin pulled her gently, "Then why don't you hug her?"

Zhou Yi glanced at Mu Qinglin, dodged, quickly rubbed the bone of his hand over the tip of his nose, and then took a step forward to hug her.

Mu Qinglin was slightly startled, but quickly realized, wrapped his arms around Zhou Yi, and said happily, "Shouldn't you jump up to express your happiness?"

"Sister—" She is already 26, and she will lose face if she dances again.

Mu Qinglin responded to her with a prolonged voice on purpose, and before she wanted to let go and walk, he pulled her hand back to his waist and said, "Hold her for a while."

Zhou Yi, "Oh..."

Mu Qinglin chuckled, like the sticky couples on the street, swaying, and slowly retreating with the person in his arms.

Zhou Yi was still a little uncomfortable at first, but after a long time, he knocked his chin on Mu Qinglin's shoulder, and said softly: "Wan Dao has prepared a hot pot, and asked us to eat it."

Mu Qinglin was surprised, "How can he find places selling hot pot ingredients wherever he goes?"

Zhou Yi said, "I didn't buy it."

Mu Qinglin understood, "Memorized it all the way from China? In the foodie world, there is really nothing that cannot be solved with a meal, especially a foodie like Lao Wan."

Zhou Yi suppressed a smile, "Director Wan just invited a few people from your stage, plus me and Sister Qiu."

Mu Qinglin said: "Well, it's not awkward to eat meals with the same taste and the same topic."

"An Xiang called my teacher's wife awkward."

"I'll take care of him for a while."

"Wait until she calls you, otherwise it will appear that I love to sue."

"You don't love?"

"..."

"Well, no, our Captain Zhou is a decent person now."

"sister…"

"Ok?"

"never mind…"

Thousands of miles of hot pot was arranged in the tent, there were no tables, and several people gathered around and sat cross-legged on the ground, Fu Xiao, who was so angry that his stomach changed every day, almost poured a pot of hot soup on his head.

When Zhou Yi and Mu Qinglin came in, Fu Xiao had just finished scolding, and his face was very ugly.

Mu Qing smiled and asked, "What's the matter?"

Fu Xiao turned to look at the two, paused for two seconds and said, "Your goddaughter said she doesn't like dog food."

Mu Qinglin heard the teasing in Fu Xiao's words, and said helplessly, "I just came here, so I didn't do anything."

Fu Xiao raised her chin, nodded to Zhou Yi who walked aside to talk to Han Qiu, and said, "Let her change into a high-necked dress, her neck is full of teeth marks from your bite."

Mu Qinglin, "..." She is not a dog, so she has the most tooth marks, and when the love is strong, she **** a little harder.

Seeing that the conversation between Zhou Yi and Han Qiu had come to an end, Mu Qinglin called Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi walked over quickly and asked her, "What's wrong?"

With one hand in his pocket, Mu Qinglin unhurriedly pulled up the zipper that Zhou Weiwei had put on.

Zhou Yi looked up at Mu Qinglin's fingers, and looked at her suspiciously, "I'm going to eat like this in a while?" Her collar covered her mouth.

Definitely not, one glance reveals the truth.

Mu Qinglin pondered for a moment, then said, "Go and change to a high-collar base."

Zhou Yi said without hesitation, "No, it's inconvenient to wear a high collar."

Mu Qinglin stopped, and after a while, took out the door key from his pocket and handed it to Zhou Yi, saying, "Go find a shirt in my suitcase and put it on."

Zhou Yi was inexplicable, "Why?"

Mu Qinglin thought for a while and said, "Let's just treat it as my personal hobby."

Zhou Yi was immediately taken aback, "What hobby?" Why didn't she know it before?

Mu Qinglin waited calmly for thousands of miles to pass by the two of them, lowered her voice, and leaned closer to Zhou Yi, "A girl with a good figure only wears a thin shirt, and the faintly visible scene inside is even more seductive."

Mu Qinglin's breath engulfed Zhou Yi, and the tips of her ears were a little hot. She didn't need to look in the mirror to know that she must be red, but... her sister's habit sounds pretty good.

Zhou Yi gritted his teeth, took the key away, and confirmed carefully, "You really don't wear it inside?"

Mu Qinglin was stunned, for a long time, with her forehead on Zhou Yi's shoulder, she bent over with a smile.

Everyone stared at the faceless Director Mu, not knowing what happened.

Zhou Yi raised his shoulders in embarrassment, "Sister..."

Mu Qinglin let out a "huh" and laughed for a long time before turning her head and whispering in her ear: "So many people are watching, put it on first, and then take it off when you go back at night. I'll take it off for you."

The author has something to say:

Hongsuo, Xiu, the original text of this chapter is the most suitable expression I can think of. It may be fierce, but not a single word can be bad, but in the end, there is nothing left after repairing. It’s still nothing. Sitting in front of the computer and crying, I still can’t think of anything more. good way. So powerless, sorry.

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