lcionline Chapter 259 His beloved is the low-level omega that everyone fears? (71)
Chapter 259 His beloved is the low-level omega that everyone fears? (71)
When Xing Chen opened his eyes in bed the next afternoon, he felt as if his body had been crushed into pieces.
He looked at the ceiling and gritted his teeth silently, bad master!
It's like a starving ghost, no matter how much you feed it, it can never be full.
Ah, my old waist!
Xing Chen reached out and took the phone and checked the time.
It was still early, and in order to prevent any accidents that would prevent him from having time to clean up, he had already packed the equipment in advance and asked Dahuang to take it.
Although Dahuang grumbled that the adults were treating it as a bag again, he still dutifully put the things away.
There are both advantages and disadvantages to Xing Chen's action in Bar Street this time.
The advantage is that he is familiar with the bar street and can take advantage of the chaos among the crowds.
But the downside is that there are too many people. This time it is not like the last time in Central Park, which is closed. As long as people gather in Bar Street, there will definitely be people watching around.
Then he must be careful not to harm innocent people during his actions.
But these are all small things and not difficult.
Qi Luo started to carefully send him messages at 11 o'clock in the morning to ask: Is your wife awake?
I didn't receive a reply, so I sent the same message every half a quarter of an hour.
Xing Chen was holding his cell phone in his hand when he received another message.
Qi Luo: [Is my wife awake?]
Xing Chen: [Are you a repeater?]
Qi Luo immediately replied with an emoticon of pressing down and kissing.
Qi Luo: [Wife, I miss you so much.]
Xing Chen: [Get as far away from me as possible!]
Qi Luo: [Wife, I choose to hug you and roll away.]
Xing Chen: [You wish. I'll be back at 500 a.m. tonight. You have to do 500 push-ups, 500 sit-ups, squats, and then run kilometers on the treadmill. It just so happens that this treadmill has never been used properly since it was delivered. You should give it a good start. You are full of energy, right? I don't believe I can't cure you!]
Qi Luo: [Baby, these are all exercises that are good for lower limb strength. I didn't misunderstand you, did you... think your husband isn't brave enough, and are you hinting that I need to continue exercising so that I can better serve my wife?]
Xing Chen: “…”
Exercise you der! Disgusting ghost!
Xing Chen: [Your wife is going to starve to death.]
Qi Luo: [Lunch has been sent over and will be here soon.]
Xing Chen: [Then I won’t talk to you anymore. I’ll get up and take a shower.]
Qi Luo: [Kiss my clean wife.]
Xing Chen couldn't help laughing at his amusement. After laughing for a while, he wanted to send him a message, but he was afraid that he would continue to show off.
So she said softly to the screen: "I kiss my husband too."
After putting down his phone, Xing Chen walked to the window, opened the curtains, and looked out the window. The affectionate look in his eyes was almost instantly covered by a layer of shadow.
The sunlight outside shone through the window onto his face. The gloom seemed like a dark cloud that could not be dispelled, quietly covering the cold pool in his eyes.
It's going to be busy here today.
Xiang Mingming clearly knew that he, the director of the Secret Service, had always been Bai Zhou's main target, yet he dared to appear in public so high-profile. Xing Chen would never believe that he had no ulterior motives.
So what is he after?
In this kind of situation, the only person who could appear would be Bai Shisi, who gave the Secret Service the most headaches during the day.
However, he went to Qi Luo to ask for help again and again, but Qi Luo refused to help him deal with Bai Shisi. How could he have the confidence to use himself as bait this time?
Tsk, this brings us to the meeting at Yingyue Villa.
What is more worth mentioning is the location chosen for this prayer rally.
How subtle it all is.
Xiang Ming, not only did he use himself as bait, but he also used him as bait.
Xing Chen slowly curled her lips, her delicate and beautiful face was incredibly gorgeous under the warm afternoon sun.
There was a hint of teasing in his eyes. He wondered how many undercurrents of power were present today.
And he played two roles and became the center of this storm.
Xingchen washed up, had his meal, and then strolled to the store.
Today, it was obvious that there were more people in front of the store than usual. Before the sit-in ceremony began, the streets were already filled with groups of people gathered in groups of three or four, whispering to each other.
The bar street has formed its own unique opening time because of the fierce competition in the whole street. It opens much earlier than other bars every day to meet the needs of customers who need to relax in the afternoon.
Xing Chen stood at the door of Zhongxia and looked into the distance for a few seconds. Just as he was about to turn around and go into the store, he saw Song Zhian running towards him from a distance.
Officer Xiao Song was wearing a neat police uniform, with a narrow waist and long legs. He jogged in the sunshine with a bright smile, which was very pleasing to the eye.
He attracted a lot of attention as he ran along, and some people even took out their mobile phones to secretly take pictures of his back.
"Xingchen!" Song Zhian shouted while running.
Xing Chen waited until he came in front of him, then asked with a smile: "What's wrong, Officer Song? You're sweating all over."
Song Zhian looked at him dissatisfiedly and complained, "Officer Xiao Song, Officer Xiao Song, this is almost becoming your catchphrase."
Xing Chen raised his eyebrows, with a face full of joking: "Then I will call you nephew from now on?"
Song Zhian: “…”
That must be Officer Song.
However, my aunt is always so beautiful when she teases people!
Xing Chen felt like beating the kid up when he was stared at by his sparkling eyes.
Although this kid recognized the situation and no longer had any improper thoughts about him, he still held high the banner of everyone's love of beauty. As long as his uncle was not around, he dared to stare at Xing Chen's face openly.
Xing Chen was somewhat helpless, "My dear, your eyes are about to pop out. Let's talk seriously. What's the matter? Why don't you tell me on the phone?"
Song Zhian grinned, "I haven't seen you for many days. Come here and wash my dirty eyes."
"If you keep doing this, I'll really beat you up. Hurry up and tell me what's going on."
Song Zhian straightened his face and said, "Xingchen, have you heard that there will be a meditation and blessing ceremony on the street here, just like the one in Central Park last time?"
Xing Chen nodded, "I heard about it."
"In order to maintain public order and prevent accidents from happening again during the ceremony, not only did the Secret Service come out on duty on a large scale, but surrounding police stations also dispatched a large number of police officers to provide support. Originally, with such good security, nothing should have happened, but since you were on this street, I was always worried that you would get hurt."
Xing Chen smiled softly, "I'm a grown-up, not a child, don't worry."
"Xing Chen, how about I ask the driver to take you away from here? It doesn't matter where you go. You can come back after you're done here."
Of course Xing Chen couldn't let him send him away, so he flatly refused: "You are too nervous, it's okay, I won't leave."
Song Zhian insisted on his decision, "Does your uncle still not know about the rally here? I'll call him. If he knows, he will definitely not let you stay here."
"Don't!" Xing Chen held his hand. "Your uncle has been busy these days, working day and night. The Qi family is so big, and outsiders think he can easily support it. Only I know how busy and tired he is every night. He is on a business trip now, you can't disturb him with such a small matter."
Song Zhian always felt that there was something meaningful in his words, but he didn't have time to think about it now.
"How can your personal safety be considered a trivial matter? Your uncle wouldn't think so. You are his top priority!"
Xing Chen was very pleased. The child was really sensible. Not only did he know how to love his aunt, he also especially understood his uncle.
"I know," Xing Chen risked his life. He absolutely could not let Song Zhian make this call. "But don't I still have you? Do you think you can't protect me at all?"
"Of course I can protect you. I'm just making preparations in advance just in case. There's a saying that a gentleman doesn't stand under a dangerous wall." Song Zhian tried to reason with Xing Chen.
Xing Chen looked up at him, her beautiful eyes shining with stars, like a bright Milky Way.
"Officer Xiao Song, don't disturb Qi Luo, you are enough here."