Seventy-third bowl of soup (5)

"So, what do you want me to do?"

The man did not answer Qinghuan's question, but instead asked her: "What do you want?"

It seemed like she was going to make a deal with her. Qing Huan looked around and considered how likely she was to successfully hijack this person, and was indifferent to the interest: "Of course I went out from here."

"Is that all?"

The man seemed incredible that Qinghuan's wish would be so simple. Qinghuan glanced at him and said, "Of course there are other things, but since you chose me, wouldn't you know what I want?"

She spoke so rudely, but the man was not angry at all. Instead, she smiled with a good temper. Qinghuan noticed that he looked very good with a smile, with curved eyebrows and harmless eyes. But she would never think that this person was really harmless. The more harmless the person looked, the more dangerous it was. She thought for two seconds and asked again: "So what do you want me to do?"

"It's very simple." The man smiled, and his black pupils "gaze" Qinghuan with his "black pupils", "I need you to be my fiancée."

"..." She didn't know how many strange thoughts had passed in her mind, but Qinghuan felt that no matter how weird she was, she was not as weird as this man. She looked at the man with a look of a psychopath, feeling that he might be very sick. He looked like this and looked powerful and actually needed to find a woman to be a fiancée in prison? Could it be that he had a lot of women who could continue to do it with just a wave of his hand?

The man continued, "Of course, I will not treat you badly. No matter what, I can guarantee that your wish will be perfectly implemented. What you have to do is to play such a role."

Qing Huan asked him: "I can do whatever I want?"

The man nodded.

"Go out from here, take revenge, dominate the world, do whatever I want?"

She was so blunt, but she felt a kind of straightforward and cuteness. The man nodded gently: "Of course, my fiancée naturally has the power to dominate."

This is really a sure-making deal. The question is whether it is true or not, whether she can really regain freedom afterwards, or will she be silenced. However, Qinghuan thought about it and measured it between rejection and agreement, and it felt that the latter was more cost-effective. However, if this happened, her previous plan would have changed. No one would have thought that Cheng Yaojin would come out halfway, completely disrupting everything she had planned.

But it is undeniable that this makes her departure for granted and simple. Qinghuan squinted: "You should know that I was framed. If I go out, the first thing is to wash away my grievances and prove my innocence."

"Oh?" The man's voice was very gentle. "Then how do you plan to wash it and how do you prove it?"

"This is my own business, you don't have to worry about it."

"I have prepared everything you need for you." The man said lightly, completely unexpected to Qinghuan. "It's just that these evidences can be given to you, but after my affairs are over."

In other words, what he wants is a fiancée who has a bad record and has a criminal record and even has been in jail. This is probably the reason why he took a fancy to Qinghuan. He has been admitted to many female prisoners in the mixed area over the years. Qinghuan is not the first to be observed by men, nor the last one, but he is the one that satisfies him the most among all women.

Whether it is his decisive personality or his keen thinking, they all meet his requirements. The most interesting thing is that after living in the mixed zone for three years, she can still maintain her own cleanliness and principles. This is what makes her truly different from ordinary people. She can go from a woman with no power to a strong man who can protect herself or even protect others today. Even men have to admit Qinghuan's excellence.

This is completely different from her who was guilty of her family three years ago. If she were still the same as she was three years ago, he would have been lazy even to look at her. I am afraid that she would have died in prison long ago, so how could he attract his attention?

"No problem." Qinghuan nodded neatly and agreed. Her personality is very keen to the man's appetite because his expression has become softer and he really looks very good. "Do you have any other requirements?"

Qinghuan thought for a while: "Fang Liangcai must also be released, I promised him."

"no problem."

"besides."

"Um?"

"Hurry up and find me a clean dress. I especially want to take a shower."

It is difficult to take a bath in prison. One is the environment, and the other is that it is inevitable that it will attract peeps. Every time I take a bath, I will pass by, and she feels that she will get stuck in a layer of dust.

Since she came out, of course she didn't have to go back. The underground area has complete facilities and everything. Soon someone sent women's clothing. Qinghuan went into the bathroom to take a shower. She took an hour to wash it. She almost rubbed her skin off before she came out.

The man was still sitting at the table and looked in her direction when he heard the sound: "Okay?"

"Yeah." She changed into a new skirt. When she looked in the mirror just now, she was almost beautiful, but the man looked calm and calm, which made Qinghuan feel a little frustrated. You know, even if Fang Liang, who had known her for several years, sometimes she would drool when she saw her. Her feminine charm was undoubtedly very convenient. It seemed that the beauty trick was not effective in front of the man. So she asked in a rush: "Don't I look good?"

The man raised his eyebrows: "It should be beautiful, they all said you look good."

Good-looking means good-looking. What does it mean to look good? And who are "they"? Qinghuan was about to ask, but suddenly realized something. Since the beginning of entering this room, the man has been looking at her, but that kind of look always makes her feel strange and strange. His black eyes are so big that it is different from ordinary people, and the way he turned to himself just now... Qinghuan approached the man and waved his hand in front of him.

"No need to wave it, I can't see it." The man's voice was calm, not caring about his blindness.

Qing Huan withdrew her hand and it turned out that this man was actually a blind man. But his ears were so powerful that he could tell her direction by relying on the subtle foot sounds from afar. She had no intention of uncovering other people's scars, especially when this man was her parents for food and clothing. "You just said that they were, who are they?"

"My subordinates and the people who observe you." The man seemed to be chatting with Qing Huan. "They all said you are very beautiful, but unfortunately I can't see it."

His tone was full of sincere regret, and it seemed that it was really sad for him to not see Qinghuan's beauty. Qinghuan smiled at this and grabbed the man's hands. He should have been rarely touched because he reflexively twisted Qinghuan's wrist, but she was not simple. After a few moves, the man stopped, and Qinghuan put his hand on his face: "Here, although you can't see it, you can still feel how beautiful I am with your touch."

Her confidence began to rise sharply since she was imprisoned. The man used his slender fingers to measure her facial features one by one, and then exclaimed: "It's very perfect."

He likes perfect things, whether it is people or things.

Qinghuan sat on the man's table, crossing her legs. Since she learned that the other party could not see, she didn't care whether her short skirt would be exposed. Anyway, even if she was in a vacuum, the other party could not see it. "You haven't told me your name yet."

"Xue Hua."

"If I want me to be your fiancée, I have to give me some tasks." Qinghuan didn't think there would be good things in the world that would happen, and even if there was, it would never fall on her. This transaction between her and Xue Hua would have to satisfy both parties. After all, if you take advantage of others, you have to pay a price.

Xue Hua's smile was light and warm, "You will know in the future."

A man who likes to keep his feet always thinks that everything is in his hands. Qinghuan jumped off the table. She didn't like to wear shoes very much, and the floor of the room was covered with thick carpets, so she simply said barefoot: "I don't have to go back to prison, is there a place where I live?"

Xue Hua said: "You live with me."

Qinghuan was silent for two seconds and said, "I don't sell my skills." She doesn't do the kind of thing that betrays her body and depends on men to seek freedom. If Xue Hua really wants her body, it is not impossible for her to kill Xue Hua if she is unhappy.

She is never stingy in teaching those who want to make things difficult for her. Anyway, those who make things difficult for her are not a good person.

Upon hearing this, Xue Hua smiled. He always had a very polite and gentle smile on his face, not angry at all, and seemed to have no temper: "I won't touch you, but I want you to be inseparable from me."

"...Will I follow you when you go to the bathroom?"

"There is no need for this." Xue Hua expressed his tolerance to Qinghuan's rude words, "Just be happy."

Qinghuan rolled her eyes at him because he couldn't see it. Xue Hua kept laughing in her throat, as if she thought she was very interesting, completely different from her three years ago. When she chose her, she could really be said to have unique vision. I hope she won't let herself down. "Go to rest."

Then before Qinghuan took two steps, he said leisurely again: "Don't roll your eyes at me next time, that would be very rude."

Qinghuan stopped and listened to him, adding: "But it doesn't matter to others. It's better to treat your dear fiancé as gentle and considerate as a little woman."

Qinghuan looked at him with a squinted eyes, curious about how he noticed his eyes rolling. She knew that some people were born with keen sensitivity, just like her, but they were as keen as Xue Hua. It was a bit too exaggerated to roll their eyes at him.
Chapter completed!