Dragon King of Beauty Protector

"Ah! I can't! I'll have a rest!" A little brother said and sat down. Zhang Yan stared: "don't sit! Stand up!"

The younger brother looked reluctant: "brother Yan! It's okay! There's no monitor in this broken dungeon!"

"Why not? Look at what's hanging on our wall!" Zhang Yan wanted to shout out, but he was stunned and growled in a low voice.

Hesitating about the angle, the sitting little brother immediately saw something hanging on the wall in front of him and couldn't help smiling: "brother Yan, you're wrong! That's just a big horn!"

"Big horn?" Zhang Yan was stunned and took a bold step to look.

Because the railing of the cell blocked their sight, they only thought that something must be hanging on the wall, and subconsciously thought it was a monitor, because only the monitor would be facing them.

As a result, Zhang Yan immediately breathed a sigh of relief when he found that it was a big horn: "Hey! It was a big horn! I'm scared to death! Let me have a rest!"

"Poop!" For a moment, everyone sat down.

Zhang Yan took a breath and said to the little brother just now, "well, let's talk about our escape plan!"

"Good!" As soon as the eldest brother spoke, the younger brothers also flashed their eyes one by one, came together and said quickly.

Zhang Yan looked around and whispered, "in fact, I thought of a way just now!"

"What way!" The boys spoke with one voice.

Zhang Yanyi said, "it's impossible to break out! Those bodyguards are three times our body size. Even if we rush up, we can't do two bodyguards. It's even more impossible to sneak in! No monitoring in the dungeon doesn't mean there's no monitoring in the nightclub. We'll be exposed immediately after we go."

"Why don't we take off our makeup? It feels like a cover up. Anyway, 80% of Wanhui's people have only seen our formal clothes! Taking off our makeup is a disguise!" Facing Zhang Yan's question, a little brother immediately replied.

Zhang Yan obviously expressed his disapproval of this problem and shook his head and said, "no! Even if we play a fancy game, there are bodyguards at the gate of the dungeon. They can't not know our clothes!"

"Er! Brother Yan! Don't sell off! Tell me your way quickly! Liang Ping will be back soon!" I'm worried too. Ask quickly.

Hearing Liang Ping, Zhang Yan suddenly looked firm and smiled: "yes, take Liang Ping for surgery!"

"Ah?" Hearing this, a group of people were stunned!

Zhang Yan's meaning is simple and clear. He wants to kidnap Liang Ping and use it to escape!

"Is this really OK, brother Yan? Although Liang Ping looks ordinary, I think his strength is no worse than Hu Zhengyan! Even Hu Zhengyan's publicity guy hides his strength, not to mention Liang Ping, a more ordinary person?"

"Yes! Big brother! Those who wear glasses can't afford it!"

Listening to a group of younger brothers arguing, Zhang Yan frowned and quickly raised his fingers: "Shh!"

Everyone immediately stopped arguing. They all heard the sound of carts from the dungeon, so they quickly stood up, pretended to stand up and took a horse step!

After a while, Liang Ping appeared in everyone's career with a trolley.

There was a silver iron bucket on the cart with a lid on it. Zhang Yan and others immediately understood that Liang Ping was sending them dinner!

Sure enough, Liang Ping is still very considerate! Although I haven't been in contact with him for a long time, the first impression made them so good. Sure enough, they are very different from Hu Zhengyan!

But so sweet? Shouldn't you have any heart?

For a moment, a trace of pride crossed the corner of Zhang Yan's mouth.

It seems that Liang Ping should not have any force. Anyway, even if he has force, he can't react so quickly. As long as he holds him, he has to go with them obediently.

"Brother ping! It's very kind of you! Give us porridge in the evening!" Zhang Yan immediately said with a smile, and his little brother immediately coaxed. A group of people flattered Liang Ping.

Liang Ping was calm and did not speak.

What's so happy about this? They guessed quite right. It's really porridge here.

But... He cooked the porridge

It's not that he hasn't been through porridge, but that he made this kind of porridge for the first time

Liang Ping opened the lid under everyone's grateful eyes!

The white smoke came out, and the steaming porridge came from the pavement!

"Oh!" Suddenly, Zhang Yan they retched!

wait! How does this porridge taste? Why do you rush like that?

Is this porridge? Can't this be a pot of Shi?

"Brother ping! You porridge?" Zhang Yan boldly stepped forward and found that the porridge in the pot... Was green, with green bubbles, and some things of various colors floating on it? It doesn't look like a vegetable, but a meat?

The smell!

"Oh!" Because the ventilation of the dungeon was directed to the north, the "aroma" of the pot of porridge just floated to Zhang Yan and them. For a moment, their faces were as green as the porridge, and one directly held the wall and vomited wildly.

This porridge is really frightening. Just smelling the taste will save money for dinner!

Liang Ping smiled awkwardly: "well, let's bear it, one person, one bowl, don't rob."

Zhang Yan immediately stretched out his hand and said, "wait a minute, brother ping! Are you sure this porridge is for us?"

What he wanted to say was, "are you sure it's for people?" But how can this be said? Since Liang Ping brought this pot of porridge, he felt that Liang Ping's character was a little strange. He was not as manifestly irritable as Hu Zhengyan. If he was angry, he might have to do something more terrible than Hu Zhengyan? "

Liang Ping nodded calmly: "yes, let's make do with it! This is my new dish, Qingchang porridge."

Qingchang porridge.

Let alone eat and smell, just listen to the name of this porridge, a group of people shudder!

what do you mean? Diarrhea after eating? Or did you lose your intestines after eating?

Compared with the second idea, we prefer the first one. Even eating diarrhea is better than eating dead!

But this porridge is hard to swallow!

But what if you don't drink? They don't know what Liang Ping's anger looks like, but it doesn't seem so simple!

At this time, Liang Ping had picked up the ladle and filled a bowl for Zhang Yan.

"Drink! Burn! Blow!" Liang Ping's face was full of kindness. Zhang Yan carried the bowl. Seeing him, he seemed to see his grandfather who had died for many years. At that time, he was still a child and didn't know what fake was Mom, I don't know what a big man in women's clothes is. Although life is hard, he is very happy. Grandpa handed himself a bowl of pumpkin porridge made by himself with a kind face!

Zhang Yan couldn't help but leave two tears, but he vowed that he didn't shed tears because he wanted grandpa!

It's porridge! This porridge makes me cry!

Although it was hard to swallow, brother Liang Ping let them drink so sincerely, and his eyes were so pleading and guilty. It was unrealistic to say that he cooked the porridge on purpose! Maybe his cooking is really bad, but his hard work and enthusiasm are worth learning!

This porridge! I did it! Whatever you want!