Love Fox Yusheng

This room was specially decorated, with simple furniture and a smooth floor. Lang Qingfeng's wheelchair flashed past Hu Yusheng's pounce smoothly, and he never pressed the button to call the security guard or assistant.

Hu Yusheng was delirious, he couldn't tell whether it was depression, remorse, grief and indignation that suffocated him, his red eyes stared at the face in front of him, and he had only one thought, to bite him to death!

Lang Qingfeng saw him leaning down, adopting a posture similar to that of a beast, and maneuvering the wheelchair to go around behind the sofa, distinguishing the breath in the air with some doubts.

Hu Yusheng let out a low snort, stepped on the coffee table, leaped forward over the back of the sofa, clasped Lang Qingfeng's shoulder with one hand, pierced the shoulder of his suit jacket with sharp nails, and wrapped it in the bed sheet Scattered down, but the slight pulsation of the carotid artery was right in front of his eyes, so he didn't care if he was gone, and bit down with red eyes.

Lang Qingfeng has bad legs and feet, but his hand skills are not weak. Seeing that he was naked and not hiding other weapons, he let go of the button for manipulating the wheelchair to dodge, clasped his waist with one hand, and pressed the back of his neck with the other, taking advantage of the situation. He flipped over forcefully and clasped the person in his arms neatly.

Hu Yusheng couldn't control his monster power, and he became more animalistic. When someone grabbed the back of his neck, his limbs were a little weak.

But the desire to kill the man in front of him was too strong, he was still struggling desperately, trying to hit the man backwards with his elbow, and hit the armrest of the wheelchair with a blow, making a teeth-stinging crashing sound.

"Be honest!" Lang Qingfeng was impatient, and he didn't care about the severity of his strikes. He pressed several meridians on his body, and the struggling man instantly softened into a ball.

Hu Yusheng slumped on Lang Qingfeng's lap and howled in a low voice of despair. He couldn't judge the current situation, but the grief and indignation surging from the depths of his heart made him wish he could die in no time, and he must die with the person in front of him.

Lang Qingfeng also felt a little surprised that he was not unconscious after such a heavy hand, he slid the wheelchair to the center of the living room, and threw the person on the ground casually, "Since you are still awake, tell me, who are you?"

What's the matter with your smell?

As for the pair of ears on top of his head, he didn't care much.The human race has prospered in the past hundred years, and quite a few of them live in cities.

There are even examples of people who have been in business for hundreds of years like their own family. The little fox in front of them is not unusual.

Hu Yusheng limp into a ball on the carpet, thinking only in his mind: I can't kill him!Can't kill him! !

This thought was like a big bell knocking in his head, echoing repeatedly, and the magic sound poured into his brain, but he was completely unconscious all over his body, staring at Lang Qingfeng for half a moment, and then cried out in a daze.

Two lines of clear tears slid down, messy hair, and a few bruises on the white and soft body, just looking at it made people feel pain.

Lang Qingfeng's chest is blocked, is it the ability of the fox clan to charm people's hearts?This little fox should not have such a deep knowledge.

The smell was too familiar, so he must have known him, but he couldn't figure out who the person in front of him was after searching his memory. He lowered his voice but didn't know it, "... who are you?"

Hu Yusheng choked out the wailing of a dying beast, his eyes gradually moved away from the person in front of him, and he stared blankly at nowhere.

I can't kill him...

Lang Qingfeng's chest was in severe pain from a blockage, he didn't care that the person in front of him wanted to kill him a moment ago, and he didn't care who he was, he stood up slowly while supporting the armrest of the wheelchair, took a step as hard as he could, and sat straight on the carpet Move over to him.

The blood in Hu Yusheng's eyes faded away, and he seemed to be dumbfounded, only weeping silently.

Lang Qingfeng reached out his hand and hovered over his head for a moment, and finally patted the back of his head, "Don't cry..."

Hu Yusheng's ears trembled reflexively, and the force on his head seemed to break the tear sac, and the tears flowed more violently. Come out, the overwhelming grievances, people actually have no awareness.

Lang Qingfeng looked at him inexplicably and cried for a long time. He couldn't figure out why he felt sad, but he stroked his veins with his hands. The restraint was lifted, and Hu Yusheng, who was forcibly raising his breath subconsciously, trembled and stared faintly. past.

This night, he first took a strong drug, woke up and struggled to get out of bed, and after a lot of mental agitation, he was restrained by the heavy hand, and he couldn't hold it anymore.

Lang Qingfeng pinched his chin, brushed the broken hair from his forehead to the top of his head, and looked at it carefully.

The outline is beautiful and delicate, the eyebrows are like distant mountains, and the tails of the eyes are raised. He should be a lively and beautiful fox boy.

Looking at the body again and again, the skin is smooth and shiny, it must be pampered or practiced well, but I can't find any marks.

It's true that I don't know someone, but there is an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Lang Qingfeng took him into his arms, sniffed him carefully, hesitated for a moment, bit a little on his shoulder, and licked the blood, but he still couldn't tell the difference.

However, as a demon cultivator, he cares more about intuition and other untraceable things. Although he can't tell who it is, he has aroused strong emotions because of him, but he can't fake it.

A little fox, stay here for now, sooner or later he will figure out why.

Thinking of this, Lang Qingfeng yawned, picked up the torn sheet and wrapped him casually, sat on the sofa with him in his arms, and rang the call bell.

The assistant Ziyue quickly appeared, looked at the scene in the living room, was stunned, and couldn't help calling out, "Uncle Sixteen?"

Lang Qingfeng was expressionless, and played with Hu Yusheng's ear unconsciously with his fingertips, "Call the service to deliver new sheets and two sets of clothes." He swiped his right hand on the waist and hips of the person in his arms, "Men's clothes 175- Sizes between 180 and thinner styles, both inside and outside including shoes."

Ziyue stared at the hand pinching the fox's ear, and the corner of his mouth twitched, "Who is this?"

Lang Qingfeng paused, took his hands away, and showed the face of the person in his arms, "Go and see the surveillance, find out who sent it in, and who sent it in. This one requires background information."

Ziyue picked up his portable computer to send a request to the dedicated VIP butler, sniffled, but didn't look up, "Fox?"

Lang Qingfeng nodded, "Don't reveal your identity."

A quarter of an hour later, the guest room delivered new sheets and a set of toiletries. Ziyue went to the door to pick up the things, and ordered a change of clothes to be delivered in the morning.

Lang Qingfeng hugged the person and closed his eyes to rest his mind, then opened his eyes suddenly, stretched out his hand and pinched Hu Yusheng's face and pulled it, it was not disguise.

Then again, the Fox Clan's illusion skills are as famous as their charm skills. If they really changed their faces, I might not be able to tell the difference.

Thinking about it this way, he continued to sit still on the ground, and slowly searched through the memory of a special person in his mind, not in a hurry to find out who this person was.

Ziyue changed the bed sheets, stared at the wreckage of the handcuffs on the carved window railing in the bedroom for a while, put on gloves, broke them off and put them back together. Many people dared to give them away. Those who dared to give them so boldly were probably Eat bear heart leopard gall.

"Uncle, that's why you didn't let me into the bedroom to prepare water for you just now?" After leaving the bedroom, he approached Lang Qingfeng and handed him a bathrobe, "Use this, I'll take the torn sheet away."

At first glance, the claws are torn apart, intense enough~

Lang Qingfeng took the bathrobe, uncovered the corner of the bed sheet, and suddenly raised his head to meet the little wolf cub with burning eyes, "Turn your back."

"Huh?" Ziyue was stunned for a moment, then turned around with an embarrassing face, and the iron tree was blooming!

Lang Qingfeng threw away the bed sheet and wrapped Hu Yusheng in his own bathrobe, inexplicably feeling that doing so would put him in a good mood, "Okay, let's go."

"Oh," Ziyue leaned over to pick up the bed sheet, conveniently put back the crooked coffee table in the living room and a few scattered ornaments, walked slowly to the door, and finally couldn't hold back, "Uncle, so you like foxes ?"

So many beauties have been there for so many years, and all of them rushed up one by one, but today's one is special.

Lang Qingfeng raised his eyebrows, "Get lost..."

Ziyue hurriedly bowed like a dog, clasped his hands together, "I was wrong, I didn't ask, I'm leaving, call me if you need me." He opened the door and took half a step, then poked his head in again, "Can you tell others? "

There are too many elders in the family, and it is difficult for cubs~~

Lang Qingfeng pinched a trick, and floated onto the wheelchair with the person in his arms, "Answer any questions."

If you don't ask, don't take the initiative to say, Ziyue curled his lips, and obediently went out with the door. For a guy like Uncle Sixteen who has lived like a precision machine for hundreds of years, the old guys in the clan have long since lost interest in asking.

When Hu Yusheng woke up, he felt sore all over his body, as if he had been cramped and crushed hundreds of times. The room was so dark that he could only make out the outlines of the furniture, but he didn't know the time and place.

After trying to twist a few times, consciousness gradually recovered, and then I felt that the sheets under my body were soft and silky, and the quilt was soft and warm. The possibility of such comfort coupled with physical discomfort is really scary.

Sitting up suddenly and jumping to the ground, his legs went limp and he fell to his knees directly in the thick and soft carpet.

Suddenly there was another sound of breathing in the room, followed by a very light orbital sound, the curtains were slowly opened, and the mid-day sun shone into the room, making the room bright.

Hu Yusheng's back was stiff, and the hairs all over his body stood on end. He was staring at the floor-to-ceiling glass in a daze, not daring to turn his head.

If my memory before I passed out last night is correct, this is the Ruijin Building, on the 81st floor. There seems to be a strong wind outside the window, and I can see the vortex of air passing through the corner of the building.

Lang Qingfeng sat up in a leisurely manner, gathered his pajamas, and saw that the little guy's ears suddenly pricked up, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, he was in a good mood.