kvmb Chapter 447 The smell of gunpowder on her
Chapter 447 The smell of gunpowder on her
Chen Zhuo shuddered, and his ears and neck turned red in an instant.
"Pfft! Hahahahaha!"
Fan Xiaolin shook him off and hid behind him, mocking him, "You're so pure and stupid! You're good for nothing except your good looks!"
Chen Zhuo was not a young man with a blank slate, but when it came to her, he forgot all his thoughts and precautions.
He took all of Fan Xiaolin's teasing about Cricket as compliments.
Chen Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that she was fine.
"You can't say I'm useless." He pulled Fan Xiaolin over and wanted to kiss her back.
Fan Xiaolin pushed him back hard, and he hit the wall with a thud.
"Oh, really?" Fan Xiaolin held onto the wall to stop him. "What else can you do?"
The two are about the same height, and when Fan Xiaolin does this move, it feels very oppressive.
From Chen Zhuo's angle, her eyes looked from top to bottom, imposing and compelling, her arms were slender and strong, the corners of her thin lips were slightly raised, and there was a scrutinizing light flashing in her almond-shaped eyes behind the lenses.
Just like a V8 engine, it is cold and precise, yet it hides the fiery power that can control everything.
Chen Zhuo's Adam's apple rolled as he watched.
"Your heart is beating so fast?" Fan Xiaolin's eyes moved from Mandala to his face. "Young Master, aren't you very determined?"
She suddenly grabbed his neck, her eyes suddenly sharp, like a reporter interrogating a criminal in a torture chamber.
Chen Zhuo shuddered, as if he smelled the smell of gunpowder on her.
That was the murderous aura that remained in her bones after she fought on the battlefields in the Middle East, in the basements of the black market, and in places that were not visible to the public.
The best perfume in the world is not as fragrant as the smell of gunpowder on her body.
"My concentration doesn't work on you."
Chen Zhuo looked away, his neck held by her, and his voice was panting.
Fan Xiaolin saw that the restrained ice in his eyes was beginning to melt.
Ever since meeting Chen Zhuo, he has always had a sense of restraint like an ascetic monk. Fan Xiaolin has imagined countless times what it would be like if such a person went crazy.
It really can’t be possible, right?
That won't work!
"Oh, the car is about to start." Thinking of this, Fan Xiaolin lowered his gaze and teased, "Young Master, this is a modified car, right? It's not modified well, why doesn't it obey your orders?"
She used her knee to push the metal buckle in the middle of Chen Zhuo's belt.
Chen Zhuo's face flushed and his breathing became hot, but he did not hide.
"I don't know either..." He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "Do you want to check, reporter?"
When Fan Xiaolin was stunned, Chen Zhuo suddenly put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her towards him.
Fan Xiaolin was quick-witted and quick-handed. He raised his right hand in a cast and held it across his body.
Chen Zhuo ducked aside, lifted up Fan Xiaolin's legs, and picked her up.
"Fuck!"
Fan Xiaolin is 1.8 meters tall, but Chen Zhuo holds her as if it were a game.
"You tricked me!!" She immediately admitted her weakness and said, "Put me down, I'm afraid of heights! Brother Zhuo, I was wrong!"
Chen Zhuona's hands are covered with blue veins from years of tightening steel bar wrenches, and they are extremely steady when tightened.
"I won't bother with you because you haven't removed the plaster yet," Chen Zhuo chuckled. "If you do this again next time, I'll tear you apart like parts~"
He put Fan Xiaolin down, but Fan Xiaolin raised her knee and hit him in the lower abdomen. Chen Zhuo took two steps back, not daring to block her, and was forced back into the corner by her.
"You're useless~" Fan Xiaolin pressed her plaster arm directly against his chest, her eyes moving downwards again, "When will the next time be? Don't hold it in."
Chen Zhuo couldn't bear to be cruel to her.
"Next time will be when you remove the plaster." His voice was hoarse, and it was obvious that he could no longer suppress his feelings.
Fan Xiaolin was satisfied and was about to let him go, but Chen Zhuo grabbed the back of her head, blocked her lips, and pressed her in front of him.
The precise force left her no room for resistance.
Just as Fan Xiaolin was about to fight back, Chen Zhuo grabbed her shoulders, switched positions, and pushed her against the wall.
This time he didn't hesitate at all, he pried open her teeth and swept over every inch of land, robbing her of her breath, which became increasingly heavy, as if he wanted to swallow her into his stomach.
This kid is really crazy.
Fan Xiaolin didn't have time to feel secretly happy before she was deprived of oxygen in a few seconds.
She bit him, but he didn't stop.
She raised her other free hand and clasped the back of his neck, the short, prickly hair stinging her palm.
But it also pulled him closer.
......
Late at night.
Chen Zhuo waited for Fan Xiaolin to finish her shower, change her clothes, and lie down on the bed. The busy day was finally over.
There was still a faint blood mark on the corner of his lips from Fan Xiaolin's passionate kiss that afternoon, where she had bitten him.
There were also a few strawberries on her neck, which she had bitten on purpose.
Chen Zhuo did not refuse, and even tilted his head back to please her, letting her bite as she pleased.
"You have such a bad mouth," Fan Xiaolin laughed at him, "Remember to put on a Band-Aid when you go to work tomorrow."
"I won't post it," Chen Zhuo said, "I just want them to see it, so they don't keep saying I don't have a girlfriend and want to introduce me to someone."
Fan Xiaolin said, "I'm going to parade in front of your store."
Chen Zhuo shook his head. "Don't show your face too much. If someone takes a picture and posts it, you'll get into trouble."
As soon as he finished speaking, his cell phone vibrated.
When I opened WeChat, I saw a screenshot of a Moments post from my colleague Xiaorui: Brother Zhuo, look, Lili posted on Moments to scold you. She probably forgot to block us.
Chen Zhuo took a closer look and saw a picture of Zhou Li repairing a car on her Moments, with the caption: Avoid lightning! Family, avoid lightning repair men! Avoid lightning repair men who are handsome! Scumbag!!!
......
I never thought that one day I would be protected from lightning in this way.
"Let me see."
Fan Xiaolin took the phone and saw Zhou Li took a photo of Chen Zhuo repairing the engine. He was wearing a black short-sleeved shirt, with a focused expression, a slightly furrowed brow, a taut jawline, and the tattoo on his arm was more eye-catching under the night light. Beads of sweat fell on his eyelashes, adding to his gentleness.
Chen Zhuo doesn’t have Zhou Li’s circle of friends, so he doesn’t know where this picture has been spread.
Then, another colleague also sent him a screenshot: Brother Zhuo, President Xie is praising you.
I saw that there were already several more comments under Zhou Li’s circle of friends.
Mr. Xie: Which store is this from? I want it.
AAA Auto Repair Brother Wang: This is a limited edition male Bodhisattva in our store, usually hidden in the garage and not seen.
Mr. Qi: It really doesn’t look reliable at first glance. Send it to me and I’ll ask my daughter to check it out.
......
Being suddenly surrounded by so many people discussing appearance made Chen Zhuo feel socially anxious.
"I'll call her and ask her to delete it." Chen Zhuo thought for a moment and handed the phone back to Fan Xiaolin. "Do you want to call?"
Just as Fan Xiaolin was about to call, Liu Xian popped up in the dialog box:
Brother Zhuo, Zhou Li deleted it. She probably realized she didn’t block him, hahahaha.
Chen Zhuo: ......
I don’t know how many people have this photo on their phones.
"What does she mean?" Fan Xiaolin was puzzled. "If she can't have it, she's going to destroy it? Is she trying to get your attention? Is she trying to get you to beg her to delete her post?"
Chen Zhuo shook his head helplessly, "I don't know."
"You're very popular," Fan Xiaolin said, pinching him unhappily. "Yet you only run into persistent stalkers."