Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum Chapter 798: The eighty-fourth bowl of soup (3)

The eighty-fourth bowl of soup (3)

"...Yes, sorry..."

The wind whistled in her ears, and Qinghuan, whose arms and calves were still bleeding, was carried by Owen on her back. Her voice was as light as drifting in the wind.

Owen's running pace never slowed down for a moment. He laughed while running: "There's nothing to apologize for. It's not Miss Qinghuan's fault, right? Strictly speaking, it's those people who are looking for trouble when they have nothing to do." To the eastern woman with black hair and black eyes screaming that the devil wants to burn her to death, it's ridiculous. Unfortunately, it was too late when he arrived. Miss Qing Huan was tied to a cross. If she had arrived earlier, she would definitely not have been hurt.

As a man, how can a beautiful lady be hurt?

Qing Huan closed his eyes, Owen ran fast on his legs, and soon left the pursuers a distance away. If they ran like this, they could easily get rid of each other.

How is that possible?

Qing Huan narrowed her eyes.

When they ran to the dock, the pursuers happened to chase after them. Owen cursed in a low voice, and Nick, who was staying behind, stuck his head out, the corners of his eyes were still sleepy, and when he saw someone behind them chasing after them, his face changed immediately, "Come up!"

They don't always fight with people. Most of the time, trouble will always come to you. Qinghuan got on the boat, Nick stretched out his hand to pick her up, and Owen jumped up on his own. He asked impatiently, "How long have you been out, why did you come back in trouble?"

Owen saw the tears in Qinghuan's eyes, and immediately explained: "Don't get me wrong, Miss Qinghuan, I am the one Nick said, and most of the usual troubles are caused by me."

Nick sneered: "Is someone's lady molested again? Why wasn't someone pressed to the ground this time?"

The two were arguing, and Qing Huan's weak voice came in: "No, it's not like this..."

"Huh?" Nick looked at her.

"It was my fault..."

"It's not Miss Qinghuan's fault!"

Nick crossed his arms around his chest, looking at the two of them even more impatiently, waiting quietly for an explanation. When he finished listening to Owen's words, Qing Huan lowered his head, grabbed the hem of his clothes tightly with both hands, and tried his best not to let the tears fall: "I'm sorry, I always cause trouble for everyone..."

"What are you talking about, Miss Qing Huan?"

It was the sound of the landing again, Lance and Joe came back with the necessities of life, they walked towards this side with a smile, Lance put down the things in his hand and bumped Nick with his shoulder, "We are all guys in this boat. The master of trouble, the captain should have a deep understanding, right?"

Nick pushed him away in disgust, "Compared to these guys, you're not a problem."

Qing Huan looked at this and looked at that, Owen looked at her intoxicated: "Miss Qing Huan with tears in her eyes is so beautiful! Oh, is this the so-called oriental beauty? And the western lady They are very different!"

At present, there are at least a hundred people tracking them. Is it really okay for them to be so leisurely?

"Don't worry." Jose gave her a candy, "It's just an ordinary congregation. With Nick here, there will only be more cases of being hunted and killed in the future. You will get used to it."

Indeed, they're used to it, because Nick is the biggest trouble!

There were still tears in Qing Huan's eyes, but she looked at Nick curiously. Nick avoided her gaze and said coldly, "Do you have to speak?"

Qiao spreads her hands and silently said something to Qing Huan: Did you see it?

She looked at this and then at that, and it made her even more curious that people really didn't seem to take her troubles seriously. Anyway, she's been causing trouble for months and hasn't done anything in their favor, right? Then why... they are not only not angry, but protect her as always? She is obviously a boring eldest lady who can't do anything and needs their care and protection. Even if she is sent home safely, she may not be paid for it, and she will even cause a lot of trouble because of her oriental appearance. ...

Then why don't you drive her away?

A little bit worse, according to their reputation, they should tie her up and sell her as a slave, right? The market for oriental women is still very good. They travel by sea all the year round, and they should have dealt with many snakes.

Then...why? Obviously she has no value at all, can't you find a reason to keep her?

"Don't worry about that." Joe didn't know when he came to her side, and gave her a warm smile when she looked up, "These guys are all people with cruel fate, and therefore, they are absolutely I will not abandon my comrades.”

"Companion?" Qing Huan looked at him in surprise, "Me?"

"That's right." Joe laughed even more happily, and kicked a cultist who climbed up by the way, "Since Nick promised you to get on the boat, we have been companions. No one will despise their friends. Isn't it?"

His tone is so sincere, it doesn't seem like a lie at all, and Qing Huan can distinguish the truth from the false. She lowered her head, what she saw with her eyes and what she really felt was true, and she should trust her own judgment.

Although there are many people chasing after them, it is not difficult to deal with. While Nick and Owen were retreating, Lance sailed Joe at the helm. When Qing Huan recovered, he could only see the torches on the pier. People jumping feet.

She sat in the room for a long, long time, still not understanding what Joe meant by "These guys are people with cruel fates."

What does it mean to be saddled with a cruel fate...Aren't these people wicked bad people? Someone who can hypocritically and ruthlessly kill friends for property?

But is it really hypocritical?

Anyway, can the bad guys put up with her troubles? Can a bad person not care about her at all? After all... a bad guy.

Qing Huan looked in the mirror again and again, and determined that this face was a beautiful face that both East and West would recognize, but except for Owen—no, even Owen, who likes beautiful women, would not make her uncomfortable move. His eyes are just pure appreciation and liking, without adding any lust. So did Lance and Joe, never arrogant. Before she deliberately pretended to be in a nightmare, they were awakened by her screams, and they didn't forget to knock on the door in front of her room. When she pushed the door open and threw herself into their arms, they did hug her, but also Just hug.

As for Nick... In the eyes of that guy, he's probably no different from the stones and flowers by the roadside. Owen once complained that Nick couldn't distinguish between men and women. In his eyes, people were all the same.

Qing Huan rested her chin with one hand and looked out the window. The blue sea and blue sky, the rolling waves, the circling seagulls, and the sea breeze were very comfortable. The guys at the door should have stayed long enough, right?

"...Hey, don't stay so close all the time. What if Miss Qing Huan finds out?" Lance's voice was low, but Qing Huan could hear it clearly.

"Because I'm worried about Miss Qing Huan, if you don't take my seat! Get out of the way and let me, a gentleman, go in and comfort Miss Qing Huan's broken heart!"

The two soon began to quarrel with each other in a low voice. Joe said helplessly: "Nick, you should take care of them."

Nick's response was a snort, but this attitude annoyed Owen and Lance, and there was a ping-pong fight outside, mixed with Joe's desperate stop: "Be careful! Freshly washed clothes! Ah! -It was just repaired! You guys!"

The mild-mannered Qiao was also angry. When Qinghuan opened the door, all she saw was four people scrambling into a ball, pulling their hair, pinching their ears, and pinching their fingers and biting their arms... ...like a child.

Qing Huan couldn't help laughing. This laughter was different from the cowardly, fearful, and restless laughter before. It was bright and sincere, so the person who was in the scuffle immediately closed his hands and sat upright, and Qing Huan walked up to them and said : "Will sitting on the ground not stain my clothes?"

They answered and got up quickly. Qing Huan said, "Are you guys hungry? In order to thank everyone for saving me today, I will cook a few more dishes at noon!"

It was supposed to be a happy scene, but when Qing Huan said "make a few more dishes", everyone's eyes, including the expressionless Nick, revealed such a message.

Forgive me!

But Qing Huan looked very happy and positive, no one wanted to spoil her, she had been taking it for several months, even if it was poison, she was used to it. Just bear with it...it's nothing.

Everything they thought was written on their faces, Qing Huan smiled slightly, and deliberately said that not only would they make more dishes, but they would also increase the weight, so they must be full. Nick's expression was like eating X General. There is no other reason, he is the one who eats the most, and he is the one who eats the most. When other people don't want to eat, they all ask him not to waste Qinghuan's kindness, so all those things got into his stomach!

Not only do more, but also increase the weight... Will he still live to be forty?

This time, Qing Huan didn't plan to tease them again.

The dishes are still as good as ever, and the dishes are exquisite. The smell is mouth-watering, but when they think of the smell that is so terrifying that it is comparable to biological weapons, Nick and the others have a look of mourning.

"What's the matter, everyone? Why don't you eat it?" Qing Huan poured a bottle of red wine for everyone, with a smile in his black and white eyes, "I made today's dishes with great care!"

"Nick beat up the most people just now, so he should have eaten first," Owen said sincerely.

"Yes, yes, you must respect the captain and let the captain eat first." Lance raised his hand in approval.

Joe's black eyes are full of sympathy, but at the same time she is pure and ruthless: "Come come to Nick, this is a new dish made by Qing Huan, we have never eaten it before, and it's really cheap for you today."

Nick has become accustomed to using chopsticks. At this moment, the hands that are used to holding swords are trembling slightly, and large beads of sweat are gurgling down his forehead. There is nothing else that can make tough guy Nick so fearful except Qing Huan's dishes.