Zombie wife is too soft and cute: Husband, take a bite

Chapter 41 Big villain, don't sell my organs

Finally, he pushed the cup in front of her, "Drink!"

"Thank you." Tang Yi held the cup in both hands and looked at the man, "For the sake of giving me milk, I won't be angry with you."

"Oh~" Zhao Hancheng pointed his index finger at his temple, "Should I say now, thank you for forgiving me."

After hearing this, Tang Yi felt embarrassed, "That's not what I meant."

She drank the liquid in the glass in one gulp, and then asked as if she suddenly remembered something.

"Do you know brother Sheng Wen? Why do you say he handles things effectively?"

"that is because……"

Zhao Hancheng looked at Tang Yi's eyes that were gradually closing, and then he continued, "No matter how much you say, it's better to do it directly!"

These are Sheng Wen's original words, and they are indeed the most effective when dealing with people who cannot communicate.

Tang Yi was inexplicably dazed for a while: "!??"

She stretched out her finger and pointed to Zhao Hancheng who was staring at her with interest, her eyes full of horror.

"Big, bad, bastard", her eyes circled, "Don't sell my organs!"

Zhao Hancheng: "...???"

Are you sure your organs can be sold?

Do I look like the kind of pervert who sells human organs?
Judging by the appearance of your second injury, is it true that your organs have been sold?
……

Lu Jianxing easily pushed open the door of 2022, because it was not locked at all.

As soon as he entered, his brows were furrowed.

Great smell of smoke!
He looked at the person who was lazily sitting on the sofa, puffing out clouds and fog, and a coldness gradually appeared in his eyes.

Zhao Hancheng had already taken off his white coat at this time, and was wearing a V-neck black sweater and trousers of the same color. His long legs were folded on the coffee table, one arm was resting on the armrest, and he was lying on the back of the sofa.

One school of down-and-out bohemian, messy and ostentatious.

There were already a lot of cigarette butts scattered in the ashtray, and opposite her, the petite girl was sunken deep in the sofa, her eyes were quietly closed, but her whole face was wrinkled.

Lu Jianxing stepped into the room with long legs, walked directly to the balcony window, opened all the curtains first, and then opened all the windows.

Zhao Hancheng glanced at him sideways and saw him touching the curtains and window frames without even wearing gloves.

"I didn't expect that Professor Lu Da would touch other people's things in other people's rooms like this." A sarcastic voice came from behind him, "What? The psychological obsessive-compulsive disorder has been cured? The severe cleanliness is gone..."

Lu Jianxing was still silent. He didn't return to the sofa to check on Tang Yi until he felt that the strong smell of smoke in the house was almost dispelled by the clear breeze from the mountain stream.

He adjusted Tang Yi's head to a more reasonable and comfortable position, and then shifted his gaze to Zhao Hancheng.

"Are you taking large doses of sleeping pills?"

"It's not too big!" Zhao Hancheng flicked the cigarette ash, and replied casually, "Anyway, it's less than a hundred grams."

Less than a hundred grams!

Lu Jianxing only felt that a nerve in his mind was screaming and jumping wildly, and he was almost out of breath.

Of course he knew that this was anger, something he hadn't experienced in a long time...

Anger!
"Zhao Hancheng, do you know what you are doing? Do you want her to die?"

"I didn't mean that," Zhao Hancheng exhaled a puff of smoke, "You also understand that the dosage is not too high, it probably won't be of any use to her, and..."

(End of this chapter)