"Is what you said before is true?" the fat man asked fiercely.

"Really true." The landlord nodded repeatedly, "I dare not lie to you now, it's all true, only...only Weng Qing knows the situation in Room 808."

......

"Your friend is gone." Weng Qing's voice rang in Jiao Tailang's ears, and her breath seemed to contain a certain smell, tempting people to explore.

She sat next to Jiao Tailang, very close to him, and it smelled nice in her nose, "Aren't you afraid?" Weng Qing seemed to point.

Jiao Tailang was panicked, but there was no expression on his face, "I'm afraid." He looked at Weng Qing's face with clear eyes, "I'm afraid that my sister will not welcome me and will drive me away."

Weng Qing's eyes paused.

After a while--

"Are you hungry?" Weng Qing moved closer to Jiao Tailang again, "What do you like to eat?"

Jiao Tailang wanted to answer that he had eaten it, but Weng Qing didn’t have this option in his eyes, so he could only pretend to think deeply for a while, and replied: “Anything is fine, but it’s best not to take out. I want to eat it by my sister. of."

Weng Qing smiled, and the curvature of the corner of her mouth made Jiao Tailang's heart trembled, "You are very good at please girls, don't you... have said this to many girls?"

"I remember the last time they came, there was a girl outside the door." Weng Qing put her pale fingertips on her face and looked at Jiao Tailang and continued, "Is it your friend?"

"I only have my sister and a friend." Jiao Tailang sat up straight and stated solemnly.

Weng Qing stood up and walked towards the kitchen, "Is the steak okay?" Her voice came, coming and going, "It's fresh."

Jiao Tailang watched her open the refrigerator door, took out a large piece of meat, and placed it on a silver plate.

Indeed, as Weng Qing said, the meat is very fresh, even a little too fresh.

Above... there is even blood.

Then there was the sound of firing, and then the sound of "Zila Zila" when the steak was fried. Soon after, a strong smell of meat came over.

Jiao Tailang has never smelled such a fragrant smell.

Even though reason told him to restraint, he still clenched the knife and fork that Weng Qing handed over.

"Try it." After a while, Weng Qing came over with the plate, sat beside him, and looked at him with expectant eyes.

Jiao Tailang cut a small piece with a knife, but as soon as the knife was cut in, blood flowed out. The steak was clearly not even cooked, and it was almost whole.

But Jiao Tailang had no choice. In Weng Qing's expectant eyes, he didn't even dare to cut too small pieces, so he could only bite the bullet and eat.

Different from the **** feeling in imagination, new taste buds seemed to be awakened on the tip of the tongue, Jiao Tailang immediately cut another piece, and then the next piece...

Weng Qing looked at him with satisfaction written in her eyes, and even walked back to the kitchen, took out a bottle of red wine, and poured a glass for Jiao Tailang and herself.

The crimson wine body rolled back and forth in the goblet, and finally entered the woman's scarlet lips. The beauty of this moment was never seen before by Jiao Tailang.

He felt like he had stepped into a new field.

Seeing Jiao Tailang staring at herself in a daze, Weng Qing still has that coquettish eye, she seems to be accustomed to men's eyes.

A strange charm flowed on this woman, and Jiao Tailang's throat couldn't help rolling.

"Is it delicious?" Weng Qing ran his finger across his red lips, depriving him of the remaining drop of wine.

"The meat is delicate, rich in layers, smooth in the mouth, fat but not greasy! Chewy! Most importantly, it's soft and smooth!"

Jiao Tailang searched for all the adjectives of food in his brain, and there was no bottom line to praise, even though he really thought so.

"Then eat more." Weng Qing seemed to be rarely praised, and she was in a surprisingly good mood.

"Sister, don't you want to eat it?" Jiao Tailang resisted the urge to finish eating. After all, he already doubted the source of the meat.

He has been in Australia for a while, and he has eaten all kinds of steaks, but it is the first time that he has this kind of taste, and the taste of this beef... is also a bit strange.

Weng Qing's eyes became more and more scarlet, and the look in Jiao Tailang's eyes made the latter think that she might rush forward at any time, using herself as food.

But fortunately, she didn't.

She did not reject the "good intentions" of Jiao Tailang, but reached out and took Jiao Tailang's knife, cut off a small piece of meat, and put it in her mouth.

Chew slowly.

This intimacy made Jiao Tailang a little at a loss. He tried to inquire about the secrets of Room 808 from Weng Qing again and again.

But the latter did not give him a chance at all.

It seems that this time should only belong to two people alone.

Finally, Jiao Tailang couldn't bear it anymore, he lowered his voice and asked, "Sister, what do you do?"

Weng Qing squeezed her chin and moved her pretty eyebrows, "Before I was the landlord, now..." She smiled, "I like photography." There was a flash of light in her scarlet eyes.

"The landlord?" Jiao Tailang continued, his voice sounded like sugar added, "That's pretty good. Now people like us, who work hard for half a lifetime in a big city, won't necessarily be able to buy a house."

"That's right." Jiao Tailang picked up the wine glass and said casually: "It looks like sister, you are more than this room."

Weng Qing sighed and said with blurred eyes: "I still have a few houses, but not here, in Building 3."

"I really envy my sister, it doesn't matter if you look good, and the conditions are still so good." Jiao Tailang blinked, the gentleness in his eyes almost wrapped Weng Qing.

"Your mouth is very sweet." Weng Qing was in a very good mood. She stared at Jiao Tailang's mouth with a trace of desire in her eyes.

But she was quickly used to drink to cover up the past.

Jiao Tailang suddenly felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. The woman in front of him... seemed to be different.

"Can't stay any longer, hurry up to ask questions, and then go quickly." He also drank a sip of wine, using Jiujin to embolden himself.

Weng Qing seemed to be a little drunk, she stood up slowly, her loose pajamas slipped a little, revealing one fragrant shoulder without knowing it.

"I'm tired~lightnovelpub.net~ Weng Qing's eyes are blurred, "Send me back to the bedroom, okay? "

Weng Qing committed suicide in the bedroom. There must be danger in it. But before Jiao Tailang refused, Weng Qing’s hand was already on his face, slowly passing along his cheek, and finally stopped at him. On his lips, "Inside...there is what you want."

Jiao Tailang's breathing suddenly rose, and he felt his whole body burning, especially the cheek that was slashed by Weng Qing's fingers.

"Okay... okay." He stood up like a ghost, and Weng Qing leaned on his body, "Sister, you...you slow down, be careful...be careful of your feet ."

The bedroom door opened as soon as it was pushed, and the inside was very clean. Two big golden retrievers squatted in the corner, sticking out their tongues. Not only were they not fierce, they were very cute.

The bedroom is not big, and a small night light is attached to the wall, emitting a soft orange light. With this light, Jiao Tailang finds many photos on the surrounding walls.

In each photo, there is a different man.

Background...this is the bedroom! !