Author: Not as good as the Yanxiang

Yun Qing's heart skipped a beat, and his fingers holding the teacup couldn't help but slowly exert force. She looked at the rising heat next to her, gathering in her sight, like the curtain of a movie being lifted, outlining cruel and bloody scenes.

The weak and helpless crying and cruel beating and scolding were like the tight curse that Tang Sanzang said, tangling around her heart over and over again, imprisoning her life.

She hid the sadness in her eyes, slowly raised her head, and a cold smile appeared: "I want him to die every day."

"Miss, it's cruel enough." He knocked off the ash on the ashtray.

She explained: "Not every couple loves their children in the world. Since they don't love me, why should I pity them?"

"Well," he nodded, with a smile on his lips, and Yun Danfeng said harsh words, "Some people are not worthy of living."

Qi Yan accompanied Yun Qing in the tea room for about an hour, chatting with some gossip while chatting. From his speech that was soaked in the bookish spirit, Yun Qing's inner doubts expanded a little bit.

As far as she knows, Qi Yan doesn't like studying, and his grades are at the bottom in school. He didn't even have enough college entrance examination scores at that time, so he finally relied on Qi Suihe to donate a library to a university in a certain city to go to.

Moreover, in daily life, Qi Yan's behavior is vulgar, let alone to others. Even if he is dissatisfied with Qi Suihe, he will make a big fuss and even beat her.

She watched Qi Yan cook the tea quietly, and there was a faint sense of the old man's calmness and grandeur between Yingting's eyebrows, and the wisdom hidden under his willful and frivolous manner.

Qi Yan noticed her gaze and looked up. She immediately glanced at other places, saw a carved and hollow chair in the exhibition hall in front, and asked curiously: "When did you learn carpentry?"

"What? Do you want to learn too?"

She turned her gaze back and landed on the uneven table, "No."

"Do you want to know when I learned to make tea?"

In a simple sentence, Qi Yan took the initiative. Obviously, he heard Yun Qing's suspicion.

She defended: "I'm just asking casually."

Qi Yan stopped the movements in his hand, leaned on the back of the chair, and his expression in his eyes disappeared from the gentleness before, showing a bit of harshness: "Yun Qing, do you know? I like you very much in the past, you don't have much trouble and talk less."

She sarcastically said, "I really didn't expect you to like me before."

He said: "I also found it a second ago."

Yun Qing's face darkened, and she heard that he was not stopping her curiosity and talking nonsense. She grabbed the cell phone on the table and stood up and left. Unexpectedly, just now she walked to the table and was grabbed by Qi Yan's arm that stretched over.

She looked down and said in disgust: "Let go."

Qi Yan didn't let go, but instead clenched a little. The thick fingertips slipped through her delicate skin and brought a slight tingling sensation. Yun Qing raised her hand to shake him away, but his palms strangled the tendons on her wrist, making her unable to exert force at all.

She glared at him with great displeasure: "Let go."

"Glow, knowing too much about some things will only harm yourself."

He looked up at her, explaining.

His sharp eyes were slowly becoming soft as water.

Pride is more than anything else in Yun Qing's world, and her temperament is not ordinary stubborn. Even though Qi Yan took the initiative to explain, she still couldn't breathe and asked coldly: "Do you let go?"

"Then you are not allowed to leave."

He looked at her with expectant eyes, as if pink marshmallows were pulling out silk little by little in his eyes.

"Let go. If you don't let go, I'll sue you for harassment."

He supported his jaw with his other hand and chuckled, "Girl, you and I are legal couples who have obtained a certificate."

"Really? Do you still remember this?"

"How sour my tone of your speaking."

Yun Qing's disgust expression was too obvious and she said angrily: "Qi Yan, you are so shameless."

"You have already said it."

"Let go."

"Don't let it go."

"together."

Jiang Chuan's footsteps were about to say something, but she was afraid that others would see it, so she quickly turned her back to face him. She hid her hands holding Qi Yan behind her.

Jiang Chuan looked at the strange postures of the two. Although he was suspicious, he did not ask too much, but only told him: "Brother Yan, Miss Bai is here."

"Well. Take her first, I'll come later." While speaking, he just glanced at Jiang Chuan with his main eyes on both hands behind Yun Qing.

Jiang Chuan nodded and turned around and walked away. Yun Qing watched him walk out of sight, turned around and turned around, prying Qi Yan's fingers one by one, and lifted his foot and was about to leave.

Qi Yan got up and stepped forward to her, and walked towards the exquisitely dressed Miss Bai with a smile. The person who was talking to Jiang Chuan immediately pushed Jiang Chuan away when he saw Qi Yan and smiled at Qi Yan: "Mr. Qi, I have come in front of you a few times and you are not here. This time I finally didn't run away in vain."

"If you have any demands, it's the same as Jiang Chuan."

Miss Bai took Qi Yan's elbow affectionately and leaned towards his shoulder: "You are the designer, can I tell him the same?"

He pulled out his arm that was held by Miss Bai, took the design draft from Jiang Chuan, led Miss Bai to sit down in the reception room next to him, and ordered Jiang Chuan to send a cup of tea.

Miss Bai raised her hand and pointed to the direction of the tea room: "I see that there is tea cooking there, why don't we talk there?"

Qi Yan raised his eyes and looked at Yun Qing outside, opened the design draft and spread it in front of her, "There are too many things on the table over there, which is inconvenient."

Miss Bai felt a moment of loss, glanced at Yun Qing, and said unwillingly: "Aren't you just talking to Miss Yun inside? You see, I've been here so many times, and I haven't tasted your skills in making tea."

“I have average tea-making skills.”

Miss Bai ignored his words and turned to Yun Qing, "Miss Yun, what do you think of Mr. Qi's tea-making skills?"

Her tone was neither salty nor light: "It's pretty good."

"Listen, Miss Bai said that the tea you cooked is delicious."

Qi Yan lies without thinking and lies: "She is because she has a preference for me."

Yun Qing glanced at him expressionlessly, sneering in her heart that this man really would stick gilds to her face.

"Hmm?" Miss Bai looked at him, then looked at Yun Qing, "You guys?"

Qi Yan didn't want to talk about this topic in depth, so he pointed to the drawings and talked to her about design. Miss Bai looked at Yun Qing in distractedly, and felt a little absent-minded.

Today I will try the waters and return to the stage. Those who follow the article should not be able to go to Wenha, although there is little hope for upgrading the data! Thank you!
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