Seeing Self On The Death Bed Chapter 8

Qin Feng stood in front of the monitor. He waved his hand, and the others backed out and closed the door.

That ambiguous, indulgent, lascivious voice spread and swirled wantonly in the room, becoming a one-person show.

Qin Feng held a cigar in his mouth. He took a slow puff and enjoyed the live broadcast through the thin layer of smoke. There was a large bulge under his iron-gray trousers.

He could have gone upstairs right now and spread the man's legs apart, but he didn't.

This kind of thing requires a feeling, it's not good.

If it was just physical desire, it would not be enough to make him impulsive.

He kept this person because there was a mystery that remained unsolved.

Now it seems that mysteries are being solved one after another.

Qin Feng leaned forward slightly, his eyes behind the lenses piercing through the screen. In his pupils, the young man closed his eyes tightly, gasped, cried bitterly, and his hands and feet trembled and twitched.

He took a deep breath and smiled.

It's interesting that drug rehabilitation can be done in such a unique way.

A month later, Chen was a human again. He was washed several times from head to toe, then carried out of the room and sent to another room.

Unlike the previous one, the house in front of him was extremely spacious, with exquisite furnishings, and a scent in the air.

It's luxury.

Chen lay on the bed again, looking at the crystal chandelier above his head. He felt that when he completed all the tasks and returned home, he would never forget the experience of this month.

It's so miserable.

It's also very exciting.

"When I get back, I'll brag to those three guys in the dorm that I've quit drugs."

Chen's legs were shaking again. "Do you think they believe it?"

He did not give 444 an answer, saying to himself, "I definitely don't believe it."

Only a fool would believe that.

I don’t know how long it took, the door was pushed open from the outside, and footsteps were heard, accompanied by the faint scent of ink.

Chen lay there again without moving, just lazily pried up his eyelids a little, like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water.

Qin Feng had his hands in his pockets, and no one knew what he was thinking. When he was silent, the corners of his lips were pressed down, and a powerful aura was released, which made people shudder.

Chen had played the game of staring at others before and had never lost, but this time it was not going to work because he was too hungry.

"Is there anything to eat?"

Qin Feng did not comment.

Nate raised his hips, exerted force, jumped up and lunged forward.

Qin Feng took his hand out of his trouser pocket completely reflexively and opened his arm to receive it.

The two collided and the sky collapsed and the earth broke apart.

Chen covered his forehead again, jumping up and down in pain, blurting out, "Fuck, is your head made of iron? It's so hard!"

There was dead silence for a moment.

Chen looked up again and saw the old man's half-smile, and he took a breath.

With a roll of his eyes, Nate patted the nonexistent dust off the old man's body, "Second Master, are you in pain? Do you want me to blow on it for you?"

His jaw was pinched by a hand, the rough feeling was like a knife cutting through it, and Chen closed his mouth again.

Qin Feng pinched the face under his eyelids, "It's a pity that you don't go to act."

Nate's eyes twitched, his mind worked quickly, and he said, "Second Master, I'm afraid you don't believe me, but before my family was in trouble, I wanted to apply to the Film Academy."

Qin Feng raised his eyebrows, "If you take the exam, you will definitely be the first in your major."

Chen rolled his eyes secretly again. Bullshit, he didn’t pass. He died in the crying scene.

A person like him who is born heartless seems to have no tear glands. Once he entered the virtual world and changed into someone else's body, he cried like a dog.

"Second Master, can we eat and talk at the same time?"

Chen licked his dry lips again and said with a wry smile, "I'm almost paralyzed by hunger."

After a while, he sat at one end of the long table in the living room, feeling that he was separated from Qin Feng by a world of difference.

As a rich person, it’s okay to pretend to be cool, but the dishes on the table are all vegetarian.

This is outrageous.

You can't not eat it yourself and not let others eat it.

Chen picked at the plate of vinegar-fried shredded potatoes in front of him, wanting to eat meat.

That Qiao Mingyue

Ever since she followed Qin Feng, she has been careful in everything and never eats anything meaty.

Although Qin Feng didn't kiss him, he could smell the tone of his voice. He was afraid and also afraid of being abandoned.

Chen sighed again. As a carnivore, he just wanted to eat meat. If he didn't eat for a meal, he would feel uncomfortable all over.

This is one of the difficulties in getting close to Qin Feng.

After listlessly shoveling a few mouthfuls of rice, Chen leaned back again, resting his legs casually, looking lazy and boneless.

The servants were all stunned. Young Master Xiao Qiao was such an elegant man. He was a picture just standing there. But this one didn't know how to sit or eat properly. He was full of petty and unpresentable manners. There was no comparison.

What's wrong sir?

Qin Feng was fine, he just had a brain seizure.

When he heard the sounds of dishes clinking, smacking lips, chairs moving, sighs and so on, he wanted to push the person down on the table and throw the food on top of him.

Chen did it on purpose again.

If he wants to attract this person's attention, he will have to lose a lot of skin and flesh, and he is prepared.

His casually scanning eyes stopped on a piano, and Chen couldn't help but think of old times.

When he was a child, his parents took him to a music store. He stood stupidly among the pile of musical instruments, looking here and there, and finally he lay down next to the piano and refused to leave.

Mom and Dad are so happy that their son loves piano so much and will definitely have a bright future.

They lived frugally for half a year and finally got a piano at home.

Chen started to live a life where he felt worse than not seeing the piano. He was half dead until he graduated from elementary school, and he only learned one song called "Starry Sky".

My mother was so distressed that she used threats and inducements on Chen again, and her hair turned white with anxiety.

Chen refused to learn and didn't like it, and often quarreled with his mother about it.

Later, he had no mother.

Nate came back to his senses and found himself standing in front of the piano with his hands on the keys.

His expression changed again and again, showing surprise, confusion, anxiety and helplessness. After a while, his fingers moved and he played the only song he knew in his life, "Sky Full of Stars".

Qin Feng saw the young man in front of the piano, taking off those turbid and clumsy disguises, only a face full of sadness, real without a trace of impurities.

Much cuter.

At this time, the servant came to report that Young Master Tang had arrived.

"uncle."

When Tang Jue entered the room, he saw someone next to the piano and thought it was Qiao Mingyue. He was about to call out "Xiao Qiao", but the word got stuck in his throat.

That person is not Qiao Mingyue.

She should be tall and thin, with short hair and a rounder butt.

When Tang Jue saw who it was, his eyes popped out.

Why did my uncle leave a sold one at home? Even if Qiao Mingyue was performing abroad and felt lonely and empty, there were still plenty of candidates.

Tang Jue's second reaction was that fortunately Zhuang Xiao didn't know about it. He had been preparing for his second uncle for almost twenty years. It was understandable that he lost to Qiao Mingyue. Who made him have that face? However, a duck from a stinky ditch could live here, which made him so angry that he could vomit blood.

Chen was a polite kid, "Hello, Master Tang."

Don't hit a smiling person. Tang Jue forced a smile and said, "Hello."

After saying hello, Chen didn't stay in the living room and found an excuse to go back to his room.

Tang Jue stared at the man going upstairs, "Uncle, I heard that Xiao Qiao will return to China next month?"

Qin Feng wiped his mouth and said, "Yeah."

Tang Jue was a little confused about the situation of his second uncle, "I think Xiao Qiao is very suitable to be with you."

Qin Feng crossed his long legs, "Really?"

"Well," Tang Jue said, "he has a clean family background, good conduct, and has never been in contact with dirty people or things. He is also an artist, so he has a simple mind."

"Since he is so nice," Qin Feng said, "why don't your uncle let him follow you?"

Tang Jue's heart skipped a beat, "Uncle, stop joking with me."

"Xiao Qiao's heart is with his uncle. When we meet, we are invisible in his eyes."

He swallowed, not understanding why the atmosphere became increasingly tense the more he spoke.

Could it be that

Is uncle tired of Qiao Mingyue?

That's impossible. That person's face is a replica of the person who died many years ago.

This alone is enough.

Under the terrible pressure, Tang Jue had to change the subject and talk about business. His company was going to hold a dinner party in a few days, and he wanted to invite his uncle to attend and support him.

Qin Feng said, "It depends on the situation on that day."

Tang Jue was satisfied that he didn't reject her outright. He relaxed, and the words in his mouth became less restrictive, and he started talking.

"Uncle, where do you and Xiao Qiao usually do your business?"

"depend on mood."

Tang Jue looked at him, "Have you tried it on the windowsill?"

Qin Feng took a sip of tea and said, "I haven't tried it."

"Then you guys try it next time," Tang Jue said with a smile, "I promise, it will be absolutely exciting."

After chatting for a while, Qin Feng received a phone call. Tang Jue was wandering around and finally went upstairs.

In the bathroom in the corridor, Chen was whistling again. Unless he blew a few times, the faucet would not turn on.

There were sudden footsteps behind him. Chen shuddered again and quickly stuffed the little thing back, feeling embarrassed.

Tang Jue came over with a serious expression, "Boy, I advise you to leave now while you can, otherwise, there will be a time when you want to leave but can't..."

Nate also had a gloomy face and said, "Brother, I want to leave too. I don't want to stay."

But your second uncle is my mission target, I have to deal with him before I can move on to the next level.

Tang Jue did not hide his contempt, "You can't even make it in Jinse. I really don't understand what's wrong with my uncle."

Chen still had that calm expression. Provoking him was useless. He had a clear goal and had already set out on the journey, so he couldn't turn back.

In the eyes of others, he is shameless.

Tang Jue cursed in his heart. A strong urge to pee interfered with his brain cells. He faced the toilet and shook out his big thing.

Chen subconsciously glanced again, and then glanced again. He sighed, it is true that like uncle, like nephew.

"How is it?" Tang Jue smiled nonchalantly, "Compared to your guests, isn't it much bigger?"

"It is indeed much bigger."

Chen glanced again inadvertently and saw a tall figure at the door. His neck stiffened.

dying.

Qin Feng must have seen my perverted look just now.

Tang Jue was still showing off, "Comparing with my uncle?"

Chen rolled his eyes again and said, "Fuck you, nephew! Look back. Your uncle's eyes are like a poisonous snake that wants to eat you."

Seeing that the person was silent, Tang Jue felt unhappy. He turned around and wanted to humiliate the person. He saw his uncle out of the corner of his eye and jumped back in fright, hitting the toilet bowl, "Uncle...Uncle."

He was really scared, his face turned pale, and he couldn't speak clearly, "Well, we..."

Chen continued, "It's just a misunderstanding. It's all a misunderstanding."

Qin Feng smiled, looking gentle and elegant, "Does it look good?"

Both people present felt their scalps tingling.

"It's not pretty." Shaking his head like a rattle, Chen said seriously, "Yours is the biggest and the best looking, really, believe me."

Qin Feng, "......"