Chapter 564: Cold-blooded Zombie Queen vs. Soft-eared Rabbit Leader 79
With Zhou Chi, a model worker, Long Yan can have a much easier time.
After Zhou Chi calmed down, the first thing he did was to say goodbye to Quan Jiu and go to the laboratory to have his blood drawn.
Long Yan took Quan Jiu back to the dormitory. After passing through the living room, he pushed open a door connected to the living room, revealing the bedroom behind the door.
"You'll stay here for the time being."
Quan Jiu looked around, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he discovered something:
"Is this your dormitory?"
The dormitory is a suite with simple furnishings. Apart from a sofa, a table and a bookcase, there is nothing else.
Long Yan: "Well, you are too dangerous and not suitable to live in the civilian area."
"So does this count as us living together?" Quan Jiu turned around and smiled.
She discovered that the entire residence had only one bedroom.
Long Yan: “…”
He walked to the wardrobe with an expressionless face, pushed it open, and revealed the dark room behind it.
There were also rows of wardrobes in the dark room, and next to the wardrobes was a large bed with bread and water stuffed in the bedside table. It looked like a temporary shelter.
Quan Jiu sighed, "What a pity."
Long Yan: "I have a meeting this afternoon. You can rest in your room for a while. If you are hungry, you can go to my room to find something to eat."
Quan Jiu: "Go ahead, I'll take a nap."
…
It was already nine o'clock in the evening when the Dragon Banquet ended.
After a six-hour meeting, he didn't look tired at all. When he returned to his residence downstairs, he noticed that there was no light in the bedroom on the second floor, and he suddenly felt cold.
The man strode to the door and looked at the guard: "Where is she?"
"Dr. Liang's people came over this afternoon and said they wanted to meet Miss Jing, so Miss Jing followed them."
Long Yan frowned and asked, "How long have you been gone?"
"I went there around 4 or 5 in the afternoon. Calculating the time, it was quite a while."
Long Yan's face darkened slightly. He turned around, got into the car, and walked towards the laboratory.
…
laboratory.
Long Yan walked through the winding corridor and headed straight for Dr. Liang's laboratory.
The laboratory had a password door, and Long Yan was stopped as soon as he reached the door.
He glanced at the guard with a cold look in his eyes: "Open the door."
The guard hesitated. "Dr. Liang said we can't be disturbed during the experiment..."
Long Yan felt even colder, and he pulled out his gun and pointed it at the guard's solar plexus:
"I'm saying this one last time, open the door."
The guard saw the murderous intent in his eyes and could only step back and enter the password to unlock the door for him.
As soon as the door opened, Long Yan strode in.
Quan Jiu was sitting on the operating table. Just as she was about to get off, she caught a glimpse of the murderous man in her peripheral vision. She asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"
Long Yan looked at Dr. Liang and said coldly:
"I've said it all along: no experiments can be conducted without approval procedures."
Dr. Liang looked to Quan Jiu for help.
Quan Jiu grabbed Long Yan's arm and said, "You misunderstood. Dr. Liang just took me for a full body checkup and drew some blood."
Long Yan frowned slightly, and the coldness around him dissipated a lot.
He looked at Quan Jiu's raised arm. The woman had fair skin, and the pinholes were surrounded by a faint blue hue, which was particularly eye-catching.
There were five test tubes on the tray, each filled with black blood. The needle for drawing blood had not been processed yet, and a few drops of blood fell on the tray. Combined with the snow-white ceiling and walls, the scene looked shocking.
Dr. Liang felt the cold air around him dissipate. He wisely picked up the test tube and threw the blood-drawing needle into the trash can to destroy the evidence.
"I'll go check the test results. You guys can talk amongst yourselves."
After he left, Quan Jiu sniffed and pointed at the needle in the trash can:
"This needle is so thick."
Long Yan glanced at the needle tip and found that it was indeed much thicker than the ones outside.
"pain."
Quan Jiu pursed her pink lips and looked at Long Yan pitifully.
Long Yan: “…”
Quan Jiu: "I feel a little dizzy too."
Long Yan pursed his lips tightly, remembering the time she left: "Have you had dinner?"
Quan Jiu shook his head.
Long Yan: "Come down, I'll take you to dinner."
Quan Jiu sat on the operating table with his arms outstretched: "I feel dizzy and don't want to walk by myself."
Long Yan pursed his thin lips even tighter and was about to say something when Quan Jiu looked even more pitiful.
"I've never drawn so much blood."
Long Yan swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.
He bent down and squatted beside the operating table: "Come up."
A smile spread across Quan Jiu's lips, and he immediately pounced on him.
The man had a broad and strong back and his steps were firm and steady. He carried her out of the laboratory step by step, ignoring the shocked looks of the guards.
Back in the dormitory, Quan Jiu was a little confused: "Aren't we going to eat?"
Long Yan went to the kitchen, took out the eggs and meat, placed them on the chopping board, and rolled up his shirt sleeves:
"Egg and shredded pork noodles, is that okay with you?"
Quan Jiu took a bag of potato chips and ate them at the kitchen door. Looking at Long Yan wearing an apron and cutting vegetables, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.
She took a potato chip and handed it to Long Yan's mouth. The man frowned slightly:
"I don't eat puffed food..."
Quan Jiu blinked pitifully: "My hands hurt from lifting them for so long."
Long Yan: “…”
He wasn't sure if she was pretending, but remembering the bloody needle in the trash can, he opened his mouth and put the potato chip in it.
"Is it delicious?" Quan Jiu asked.
"It tastes terrible." Long Yan answered truthfully.
Quan Jiu laughed even more happily.
When the egg and shredded pork noodles were served, she happily rushed to Long Yan, waiting to be fed.
Long Yan stuffed a pair of chopsticks into her hands.
Quan Jiu's deer eyes sparkled with tears: "My hand still hurts a little."
Long Yan: “…”
"Huh?" she opened her mouth.
The man picked up the noodles with an expressionless face and stuffed them into her mouth.
Long Yan seemed to be particularly indulgent tonight. Realizing this, Quan Jiu became even more aggressive. She stood up from her chair and nestled into Long Yan's arms, wrapping her arms around his waist and bending her legs on his legs, like a boneless giant baby, refusing to leave.
"There's no heating, it's a bit cold, can you let me hold you for a while?"
In the cold winter, the temperature dropped to below zero. Sitting in the living room to eat without heating really made my hands and feet cold.
She nestled herself in Long Yan's arms and arrogantly wrapped herself in the man's windbreaker jacket.
Long Yan didn't chase her away. He picked up some noodles from the bowl and fed them to her.
“Eat it while it’s hot.”
Quan Jiu took two bites and suddenly looked up at him: "Have you had dinner?"
Long Yan didn't say anything.
Quan Jiu got the answer from his silence. She placed her small hand on the back of his hand and twisted the chopsticks he was holding.
"How about this, you take a bite, and I take a bite."
Looking into her sparkling grey eyes, Long Yan lowered his gaze slightly and bit his chopsticks.
The bowl of noodles was quickly finished.
Quan Jiu lazily dozed off in his arms and burped:
"tasty."
Long Yan paused slightly while holding her hand.
Zhou Chi told him in the afternoon that zombies have no sense of taste.
There is no difference between delicacies from land and sea and chewing grass.
The woman in his arms narrowed her gray eyes slightly, with a smile on her lips, and looked as lazy as a kitten that had really eaten delicious food.
Long Yan's expression became complicated.
When his palm touched the cold back of her hand, the man raised his hand calmly, pulled the jacket closer to his arms, and wrapped the person tightly in his arms.
——Dividing line——
What I mean is, the whole world owes Jiujiu an Oscar.
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