Black belly male god green plum wife

Chapter 89

After resting on the grass for several minutes, Tang Ziheng slowly sat up while supporting the grass.

During this period, Ouyang Qingyan has been squatting beside him to observe him closely, afraid that she really broke his ribs just now.

Tang Ziheng fell silent, covered his mouth and coughed twice: "Cough, miss, can you stop looking at me like that?"

Her eager eyes suddenly brought him a lot of pressure invisibly.

Tang Ziheng didn't want to be held against his neck with a dagger again.

"Are you okay?"

Ouyang Qingyan asked: "If you have something to say, just say it, I won't shirk responsibility."

"It's okay." Tang Ziheng shook his head: "You don't have to worry about me."

As he said that, he suddenly smiled and patted his chest again: "My family runs a martial arts gym. Although I don't know how to do it, I have suffered a lot of beatings since I was a child. I can bear a few more beatings now. Not as weak as you think."

Especially grandpa, because he refused to practice martial arts with him when he was young, he beat him many times, and every time he struck him, he was not polite.

"That's good." After hearing what he said, Ouyang Qingyan patted the grass clippings on her body and stood up, looking around: "Since you are fine, I'm leaving."

After she and Helu escaped from the research room last night, she originally wanted to go back to her residence immediately to plan the next step. Who knows, there are two people who don't know where they came from outside the research room, and they don't say anything when they see them Just fire.

In the end, she and the heron had to separate and run away. It was extremely difficult for her to hide in the back mountain here.

"Miss, you are not from a small town, are you?"

Tang Ziheng also stood up: "You look at Miansheng, I have never seen you before."

"None of your business."

Ouyang Qingyan gave him a cold look with sideways eyes: "If you want to survive, you'd better forget everything about meeting me today, and don't say a word to anyone."

Tang Ziheng was silent, then raised his hand to touch his nose: "Got it."

Although he thought it was a bit funny to answer like this, but if he didn't answer like this, it is estimated that this young lady will show her dagger again.

"I'm leaving,"

Ouyang Qingyan fixed the general direction, and loosened the arm that was injured before, "It's best not to let me see you again."

She is going to find the heron first. I don't know if Xiao Chu also took advantage of the chaos and escaped last night? I don't know if the things in his hand were taken away by him or someone later?
Now there are a lot of things waiting for her to solve.

Tang Ziheng originally squatted down again to pick up a small shovel to continue the interrupted work, but seeing her movements out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but say one more sentence because of his enthusiasm: "By the way, miss, if you didn't come to play Yes, if you are here looking for someone, maybe you can tell me. I grew up here in a small town, and I basically know everyone in the town."

Ouyang Qingyan looked back at him, "Can you help me find someone?"

Suddenly, her eyelids twitched, and she suddenly remembered that the man in front of her knew Xiao Chu and was also from the laboratory, maybe...

Ouyang Qingyan's gaze suddenly became intriguing when she looked at him, making Tang Ziheng's back tremble.

Did he say anything wrong just now?
Ouyang Qingyan suddenly strode up to Tang Ziheng and stood still. Tang Ziheng followed her shoes and looked up until their eyes met.

"Then help me, I will not treat you badly in the future."

Although killers are used to being alone, she doesn't mind using the resources around her when something unpredictable happens.

"What are you waiting for?"

She looked at him who was still squatting on the grass: "Let's go."

Tang Ziheng was stunned, and raised the small shovel in his hand: "I can't go yet, miss, I have to finish my work before I can help you."

Ouyang Qingyan gave him a blank look, almost forgetting that he was a bookworm without gentlemanly demeanor.

(End of this chapter)