Author: Not as good as the Yanxiang

Yun Qing finally settled in the hotel. She pushed her luggage and walked into the luxurious suite. She murmured in her heart that Luo Heng was so generous to book such a good room for the model?

Her first reaction was that the front desk had the wrong room number. She was about to call the front desk and asked, but she received a call from Qi Yan: "Here?"

Her voice was faint: "In the hotel."

"Still angry?"

"No."

"I can hear it myself."

"Is there anything you have to do?"

"If you're fine, can't you call you?"

"cannot."

Qi Yan smiled instead, and his warm voice murmured: "But I miss you very much."

Yun Qing held back the secret joy in his heart and asked him: "How is Mr. Qing?"

"It's not good. I went into the operating room last night and it's still in the ICU."

Yun Qing asked again: "Is Qingmu okay?"

Qi Yan was a little depressed: "I fainted yesterday and haven't woken up yet."

He sat down on the steps outside the building, took out his lighter, and lit a cigarette: "Don't worry. I have called an authoritative expert in this area in China."

Yun Qing said: "The two elders have been living by relying on the belief of seeking justice for their daughter over the years. The miserable years of life and the deep pain of losing their beloved daughter torture them. Now that what they want to do is done, it seems that the idea of ​​supporting them to continue to live is gone."

Qi Yan didn't say anything, smoking angrily. Yun Qing heard him pulling the lighter again, one after another.

She was inexplicably panicked and asked him quickly: "When will the court judge the matter between Wu Yuhua and her father?"

Qi Yan remained silent for a moment, full of helplessness and regret: "Can the punishment of the law really make up for the harm and torture suffered by comforting the victim?"

Yun Qing didn't know.

After a while, she heard the sound of pulling the lighter for the third time. Qi Yan's voice choked slightly: "Yun Qing, if one day those who hurt you were brought to justice, would you be relieved?"

Yun Qing thought about it, and said, "I don't know. But if there is no law's constraints and control, the world will be completely dark."

He had a different meaning: "I know. You are afraid of the darkness."

Yun Qing was still worried: "You."

He firmly promised: "Don't worry. I won't do anything randomly."

"And." She suddenly kept silent.

"what else?"

"Nothing." Yun Qing originally wanted to tell him about meeting Xiang Huaijin in Paris, but then he thought of Qi Yan's temperament.

Afterwards, she contacted Luo Heng and asked if there was anything wrong in the afternoon. Luo Heng asked her to go to the venue tomorrow to try makeup and familiarize herself with the stage layout. She completely forgot to ask him about the hotel room.

The afternoon was empty, and she didn't want to stay in the hotel. Yun Qing took out the clothes in her suitcase and hung them in the closet, put the documents in her backpack into a small oblique bag. She put the toothbrush into the bathroom to open the door calmly.

The passage was covered with thick carpets printed with ancient Roman architectural style, eliminating the sound of footsteps. She went forward to the elevator entrance, and a slender figure passed through her body from behind and extended forward.

She looked back and saw Xiang Huaijin again.

Yun Qing really couldn't believe that all this was accident or coincidence.

She stopped in place and wanted to wait for Xiang Huaijin to approach and ask. As a result, the other party just glanced at her and then called and walked away on the phone.

Be self-indulgent!

She secretly laughed at herself and moved her footsteps again. When she arrived at the elevator entrance, she thought about waiting for the next trip. Xiang Huaijin stood inside, pressed the elevator, temporarily put down the phone, and asked, "Don't you leave?"

She hesitated for a while, bit her teeth and stood in the corner.

Xiang Huaijin finished the call, looked at her from the reflector of the elevator door, and asked herself: "Are you familiar with Paris?"

Yun looked down for a while: "I'm not familiar."

"Be careful when going out alone."

"Yeah. Thank you."

Xiang Huaijin turned around and looked, but stopped talking. Seeing the elevator reaching the first floor lobby, Yun Qing raised her foot and stepped out of the elevator door, and her wrist was held by Xiang Huaijin from behind.

She turned around, her eyebrows were unhappy, and she tried hard to break free from his palm. Xiang Huaijin tightly held tightly, unwilling to let go.

Yun Qing angrily scolded and asked: "Mr. Xiang, what do you want to do?"

He stared at her quietly, begging in his eyes: "If you are fine, can you accompany me to a place?"

She refused very simply: "No."

Xiang Huaijin's eyes dimmed a little bit and became silent. The expression on his face looked like a beggar who had been beaten up by the roadside. He slowly let go of Yun Qing's hand and stepped out to give way to others.

Yun Qing looked at the loneliness and sadness in his eyebrows, as if she was a cruel executioner. With her soft heart, she quickly turned around.

Xiang Huaijin's voice came slowly: "Yun Qing, one night two years ago, Qi Yan intended to force you, and I arrived in time."

Yun Qing had no impression of this matter at all. But she stopped because she said to Huaijin: "Do you want to know why Qi Yan never had impure thoughts about you again?"

She retreated and asked, "Why?"

Xiang Huaijin looked at the passers-by around him, and his tone was rare and leisurely: "It's a long story. It's not convenient here."

"Then let's talk a long story."

He smiled faintly at Huaijin, walked past her with one hand and walked outside.

Yun Qing was stunned. In her memory, Qi Yan wanted to force herself three times in total. He had mocked her more than once for the chicken that Qi Suihe bought. After spending money, he naturally wanted to taste it.

He had no respect for Yun Qing at all. At a banquet, Qi Yan fell in love with a daughter from a certain family and instructed her to ask for her phone number. Yun Qing did not cooperate. He blocked everyone's face and kicked her to kneel on the ground, and then poured a glass of red wine on her face.

That night, Yun Qing knelt on the white translucent marble like a dog waving his tail, as naked as a wagging dog.

Qi Yan half-squatted down, pinched her jaw, slowly lifted her head, and teased in a good mood: "Tonight you either go and help me with this daughter, or lick the red wine on the ground."

Yun Qing immediately spitted on his face with a mouthful of phlegm.

The smile on Qi Yan's face suddenly turned into anger flame. He did not care about the cultivation and decency of being Qi Suihe's son, so he raised his hand and slapped her twice, pulled her from the ground and dragged her out of the banquet hall, and threw her into the car roughly.

Qi Yan pulled off the suit jacket he was holding, untied his leather buckle and got into the car. Yun Qing supported himself and moved backwards. She opened the car door behind her, and her upper body was directly tilted out and almost fell to the ground.

Qi Yan grabbed her ankles with one hand and her thighs with the other, trying to pull her up. She kept kicking and hitting her feet, and after getting rid of Qi Yan's clamping, she sat on the ground, without caring about the pain, got up and ran down the mountain. However, before she could run far, Qi Yan drove after her.

The car's high beam aimed directly at her eyes, shaking her gaze. She heard Qi Yan step on the accelerator suddenly, and the sound of the engine was like the roar of a tiger, as if the corpse that she swallowed was gone in seconds.

The car rushed towards her quickly. Yun Qing was so scared that her face was pale, her body was stiff, and her steps were mechanized. As a result, because she did not see the hillside behind her and stepped on the air on her heels, she rolled down from the hillside.

That time, she was not dead.
Chapter completed!