Walking under the stars and moon all the way, the two returned to the hotel.
When Xiao Qi got on the dirty elevator, her heart started to pound.
Every once in a while, she would secretly glance at Xueming's side face. The little man always had a cold look, as if he had never stopped thinking, and his eyes were staring straight ahead.
Speaking of which, she was indeed going to sleep in the same room as Xueming tonight?
Thinking of this incident, Xiao Qi started to panic again. It felt like my cheeks were heating up and getting hot.
Jiang Xueming didn't notice anything unusual about the waiter beside him. Before arriving at the room, he specifically stayed in front of the doors of all the residents on the entire floor for about ten seconds.
With his superhuman five senses, he could hear the movements in the house through the wall. He screened all the residents on the same floor to make sure that he heard no strange conversations, no strange noises from metal objects, and no characteristics of an armadillo hunter - he was finally relieved. He boldly opened his door.
After the two returned to the room, Xueming first turned on all the light sources, searched every corner of the room, and finally locked the door.
When the door chain was hooked, Xiao Qi suddenly felt that this closed space was filled with an ambiguous smell.
She hugged the clothes and ran to the bathroom, like a frightened little rabbit, trembling and saying: "I'm going to change... clothes..."
Xueming nodded and replied: "Thank you for your hard work, I have to change into casual clothes."
In front of the bright sink, Xiao Qi saw her red face in the mirror. She suddenly felt very embarrassed and didn't know what she was afraid of.
Maybe this is what Sister Yangchun told her, the difference between pure lust and serious love?
She took out a set of pajamas from her handbag. She had also bought some cheap and good-looking private goods on Taobao, which were similar to disposable underwear. It wasn't that she wanted to wear them to anyone, she just thought these clothes were really good-looking.
She let out a long breath, patted her hot face, stared straight at the person in the mirror, and through the thin curtain of the privacy window beside her, she vaguely saw Mr. Xueming changing clothes beside the bed. .
It was just a half-hidden, half-revealed shadow of a hazy dream that made her heart beat faster.
She had to cool herself down, shouting, "Wait a minute! I'm taking a shower!"
"Okay." Jiang Xueming responded simply and concisely.
Immediately afterwards, Xiao Qi rushed into the bathroom.
That privacy window seemed to have magic power, and she could no longer take her eyes off it.
Her head felt like it was rushing into a Volga car on the circular highway, and the hot water from the shower head could not quench all the speculations in her mind.
She stretched her waist awkwardly in the bathroom, wondering whether Mr. Xueming could also see the shadow in the mist through the thin curtains.
She was both afraid and looking forward to it, two complicated emotions intertwined together. According to the graceful posters of Audrey Hepburn or Marilyn Monroe in her mind, she seemed to be taming her limbs and tried to move on that curtain. , leaving behind the shadow of her own Pingting.
After only a few breaths.
She heard the sound of tape being ripped off.
She saw Mr. Xueming's figure close at hand on the curtains.
When she came back to her senses, she looked at the small window full of love with a stupid face and a despairing heart.
Strips of bright yellow tape completely sealed the windows.
Xiaoqi's heart was full of mixed emotions, it felt so weird!
It's not too disappointing to say that I'm disappointed, but I'm inexplicably relieved.
She heard Mr. Xueming calling outside the door.
"Brother Qi, are you taking a shower?"
"right."
"Did you forget a procedure?"
"What process?"
"I didn't hear you unzipping your pants, unbuckling your hat, or taking off your underwear and taking off your shoes. Did you forget to take off your clothes?"
Xiaoqi lowered his head and looked——
——I did rush into the bathroom without taking off anything.
"Oh oh oh! No wonder I said this bath is not pleasant."
Xueming covered her face, always feeling that there was something wrong with her waiter. It was really not something ordinary people could do without taking off their clothes to take a shower.
Just now, he saw Xiao Qi's shadow on the other side of the bathroom curtain dancing and making no sound, so he thought he was possessed by an evil spirit or had cramps.
He remembered again that there were differences between men and women, and it was awkward to have such a window, so he sealed it with tape.
Jiang Xueming turned on the air conditioner and TV, and turned up the TV volume. It's like telling the guests coming and going outside that the people in this room are not asleep yet.
The bathroom door creaked open.
Xiao Qi wore loose long-sleeved pajamas and rushed back to the room with her handbag in her arms. She had a guilty look on her face, as if she was afraid that the underwear in her bag would be seen.
She jumped onto the bed with a big jump, lifted the quilt and covered her head.
"Sleep!"
"Okay." Jiang Xueming sat on the next bed, with no intention of sleeping: "I'll call you at four in the morning, and you'll come and watch the night. I can't sleep for long. We will go back before eight in the morning. We will go to the milk tea shop to pick up Bai Lu first, and then go Say hello to Mr. Chen from the paper shop, and ask him what’s going on with the bag of paper money.”
Brother Qi felt awkward in her heart. She was looking forward to something, but she was afraid of something messy.
Her hair was wet and she didn't have time to take care of it, which made her feel uncomfortable.
She rolled her eyes. After a while, she heard a food program starting to play on the TV and Mr. Xueming taking notes sparsely.
Is Qian Xueming still learning to cook?
She finally stood up straight like a living corpse rising from a coffin.
Jiang Xueming asked: "What's wrong?"
"You go to bed first. I slept in the car during the day. I'm not sleepy at all at this point. I have to go dry my hair." Xiao Qi said seriously.
"Let me help you." Xueming put away the notes, went to the bathroom to get a hair dryer, and explained: "I feel very insecure when I sleep. If an enemy comes while you are drying your hair, it will be very dangerous."
Xiao Qi was confused: "Huh?"
"Did I say something wrong?" Jiang Xueming turned on the hair dryer and tested the temperature with the back of his hand: "Bathrooms are generally high-incidence places for murders. People only take a shower and go to the toilet when they are most relaxed. That's not the case either. When you are defenseless.”
Xiao Qi thought about it seriously, "It seems to make sense."
Jiang Xueming gently held Seventh Brother's hair and smoothed it: "In Japan, there used to be ninjas squatting in latrines for days and nights, assassinating people from below the toilet."
"Ouch!" Xiao Qi, an old man in the subway, looked at his cell phone. "It's so disgusting!"
"So I'll help you clean your hair, and you'll keep an eye on me later when I'm sleeping." After Xueming said that, he began to take care of Xiao Qi's hair seriously.
Xiao Qi could feel that Mr. Xueming's five fingers were clasping her hairline in front of her forehead and smoothing it back. The force was just right. Xueming's hand was like a warm comb.
The warm air surged from her neck to her earlobes, and she began to think about it again. A smirk appeared on her lips and she asked playfully.
"Mr. Xueming, is it true...have you blow-dried other girls' hair before?"
"Bai Lu liked to roll in the mud when she was little, just like a wild dog." Jiang Xueming said casually: "After washing it, I would comb her hair, otherwise it would be easy for her to catch a cold. Your hair quality is much better than hers."
"Oh..." Xiao Qi could feel that the big hands massaging and combing the back of her head were full of love, which made her inexplicably feel at ease and very hypnotic.
Ten minutes later.
Jiang Xueming packed up the hair dryer and sighed: "It's great, I don't see any gray hair."
Xiaoqi remained motionless, leaning her head against the bed and falling asleep. She looked ugly in her sleep, with her mouth open and drool dripping on the pillow.
There is also a little bit of sleep talking.
"Yes, yes... hold on tight... ah, yes, yes..."
Jiang Xueming's face was covered with black lines, so he covered Brother Seventh with the quilt. It was originally planned to stay vigil after the shift, but he also wanted to stay in the middle of the night to read the "Application Teaching of Driving Driving Techniques for Dump Trucks", but now he could only learn a few more dishes.
...
...
Five o'clock in the morning——
——Jiang Xueming specially gave Brother Seventh an extra hour of sleep. But the waiter had no intention of getting up.
With a dark face, he took out a loudspeaker and shouted to the sleeping Xiao Qi.
"Wake up!"
Xiao Qi straightened up his body and suddenly woke up. He only came back to his senses when he saw Jiang Xueming.
"Oh oh oh! Shift change!"
Jiang Xueming said nothing, looking out the window at the darkest scene before sunrise, and silently closed his eyes.
Xiao Qi sat on the bed in boredom and scratched her head. She recalled the feeling of Xueming combing her hair, and she felt happy again.
"I can't help it, it's so good to sleep."
She was like Jerry in "Tom and Jerry" who was about to do something bad. She crept out of bed and waited for a few minutes to make sure that Mr. Xueming made no movement except for his even breathing.
Touched all the way to Xueming's bedside.
She squatted quietly on the edge of the bed, curiously looking at Jiang Xueming's sleeping posture, wanting to get closer and see more clearly under the warm hotel lights.
For the first time, she saw Xueming's expression when she was sleeping.
The kind of person who completely relaxes his vigilance and completely relaxes his brows, as if he doesn't have to worry about anything anymore and has forgotten everything.
She suppressed the ecstasy in her heart, fearing that she would burst into laughter, and wanted to kiss her quietly.
Right now.
Jiang Xueming opened his eyes.
Just like in the cartoon.
Xueming didn't speak, and neither did Xiaoqi.
She came back the same way she came.
Returning the way we came, even the footprints on the wool carpet were perfectly placed.
I heard Xiao Qi muttering for a while: "Damn it...how can this guy be so smart..."
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...
Six o'clock in the morning.
A strange stranger walked out of Nanyuan Airport.
He was wearing a long coat worn by passengers in the underground station. He didn't care about the sweat on his body in the hot summer. His face was expressionless, like an emotionless killer.
He is tall, with a shoulder width of about three and a half feet, a height of about 1.9 meters, a muscular figure, and a thick beard on his face.
He is from Romania, a native Dacian man, and he came to the place of Heng Yin and Ping Yang for one thing only.
To find Jiang Xueming and get the panacea, it would be best to interrogate the contents of the passenger log.
His name is Megan Jason, a station passenger who wants to be an armadillo hunter.
Although he didn't understand the language, he used a dictionary and a mobile phone translator to help him book a flight. But these difficulties still couldn't stop him from wanting to join the evil forces.
Just when he was braving the 35-degree heat, communicating with the flight attendants in broken Romanized Chinese, pointing at the Chinese characters on his mobile phone, and anxiously showing his passport.
The young lady at the airport customer service center also looked embarrassed. She communicated fluently in English, calmed Mr. Megan's emotions, and called two security guards by the way.
As soon as Meghan saw the security police officers coming, she started to panic.
"Jiang Xueming! I'm looking for Jiang Xueming!"
He pointed at the Chinese characters in his notebook word by word and read out the Chinese that he had practiced many times. Holding the euro in his other hand, he said again.
"Money! I - have money! Jiang Xueming!"
"Don't fuck with Jiang Xueming. Where did he come from?" One of the security guards cursed.
The customer service girl said: "He's from Romania. He transferred from Bucharest to Kunming and flew to Nanyuan. He wanted to find someone as soon as he got off the plane. He was in a hurry and was unreasonable. This bearded guy."
Another security guy showed his baton.
"Pull to quarantine!"
Mr. Megan still wanted to struggle, but it was difficult for him to fight with two fists. The security guard who caught up later put on a mask.
"Ooooo! Ooooh!"
In this way, the future evil star checked into a quarantine hotel.
