Chapter 368: What do you want from me? (3)

Chapter 368: What do you want from me? (3)

For Jun Suli, serving people is such a thing.

Don't tell me, I haven't heard of it.

And it was this miraculous thing that appeared in front of his eyes like this.

Inscribed only felt that his glasses might be shattered.

Too subvert his three views.

"why do not you talk?"

Qin Zheng enjoyed Jun Suli's shoulder pinching, his eyes half-squinted.

"Um...I..."

Inscription was asked so suddenly, he didn't know what to say.

"Why are you following me today?"

Qin Zheng waved at Jun Suli, indicating that he didn't need it anymore.

Jun Suli put down his hand and hugged him instead.

Qin Zheng was happy to have a flesh pillow behind him, so he leaned over.

"...this...this..."

Inscribed's hands were a little overwhelmed, and he couldn't say that it was because he was more interested in Qin Zheng, so he followed him and wanted to test how much strength she had.

Don't say this out of his mouth, it is estimated that after the first half of the sentence, he is interested in Qin Zheng, and it is estimated that the owner of the house can jump up, grab him by the collar, and throw him off the seventh floor.

"Then I'll change the question."

Qin Zheng said kindly: "What are you in charge of in Jun's house?"

As soon as Qin Zheng asked this question, Jun Suli's eyes, who had not spoken, flickered a little.

"What are you in charge of." Inscription thought about it carefully: "I am mainly in charge of researching weapons, as well as some assigned tasks."

weapon?

There was an undercurrent in Qin Zheng's eyes.

No wonder this person is so cunning and cunning, and there is nothing on his body that is not a weapon of defense.

"Knock down..."

At this moment, the door was knocked, and the waiter came in with the dish.

"Sir, your dish."

"Okay thank you."

Qin Zheng smiled politely at the waiter.

"The food is finally here, and I'm starving to death."

Inscribed looks at the dishes on the table, pick up the chopsticks to eat.

He's going to starve to death!

After a day, the particles are not exhausted!

Just when the inscribed chopsticks were about to hold a piece of vegetable.

Jun Suli moved his calf and put a chopstick on the tip of his toe, and then a ball in his hand flicked out of his middle finger.

Take the chopsticks and go straight towards the inscription attack.

Inscription quickly turned his head in fright.

I don't know what else offended Jun Suli.

"He hasn't even moved his chopsticks, how dare you move?"

Jun Suli hugged Qin Zheng in his arms.

A huge drop of sweat appeared on the engraved forehead.

Oh my God!

It was for this reason.

It shouldn't be too obvious.

He felt like he was following a fake homeowner.

"I want to eat that, you help me with it."

Qin Zheng didn't want to move.

"Okay."

Jun Suli agreed, and then freed up a hand to bring Qin Zheng the dish she wanted to eat.

"Just give me the bowl."

Qin Zheng reached out and took it.

"What more do you need?"

Jun Suli touched Qin Zheng's head with a good temper.

"Well...wait for me to finish this first."

"Okay."

Inscribed with chopsticks in his hand, looking at Qin Zheng who was eating deliciously, he couldn't help but feel depressed for a while.

His stomach made a "gurgling" sound in protest.

The owner said just now that he couldn't eat these things because Qin Zheng didn't move his chopsticks. Now that Qin Zheng has moved his chopsticks, does that mean he can eat it?

Carefully holding the chopsticks, inscribed towards the dishes on the table.

His chopsticks approached the dish, and found that Jun Suli had no expression, and even closer, he still found that Jun Suli had no expression.