Chapter 23

In the wide box all night, under the warm yellow light, there were two figures standing quietly, one high and one low. There was a sharp contrast between tall and thin, but the terrible momentum they exuded at this time was no less impressive.

The last time they fell out, it was because the man interfered in her life. Unexpectedly, the man made it worse when he met again.

Rao is Qin Qing, who is more cultured. At this time, she can't help but want to be rude and meet each other with sharp eyes. She sneered and said, "Mr. Feng, we don't know each other well, and you don't have the right to make decisions for me. Now, please stay away from my sight."

Leaving this sentence, she suddenly turned and walked towards the door. She felt that her temper would be ignited even if she stayed for another second.

Click, when she opened the door handle and was about to leave smartly, her other big hand leaned against the door panel faster and slammed the crack of the door again.

"Seal Yan!" Qin Qing shouted loudly. The string tightened in her heart collapsed in vain. She had already attacked between lightning and flint.

As a scholarly girl, she is not as weak as in TV dramas. In order to achieve a perfect incarnation, Qin Qing has learned judo and fencing since childhood. She has also specially learned boxing and foot skills from her master, so she swept out the next step and directly pushed the defenseless Feng Yan back one meter.

Since you can't scold, solve it by force.

Qin Qing didn't talk nonsense any more. After a move, he quickly bullied his body. His five claws became an eagle hook, pressed the other party's shoulder, hit the hemp tendon, and then captured him.

With a crash, everything on the table affected by their fierce actions was swept to the ground and smashed.

But no one took care of them. Qin Qing was red eyed for the first time and wanted to beat people. He locked the one meter nine tall man on the wall. His strength increased, and his voice was cold and piercing. "I said, don't want to interfere in my life."

You're not qualified.

Her voice was filled with anger and indifference, which made the man's eyes move slightly, and a low word overflowed from her thin lips, "is it enough?"

Have you had enough?

It is neither compromise nor provocation, but a simple question, as if adults treat unreasonable children.

"..." Qin Qing only felt that the green tendons on his forehead jumped and gave him a headache. His anger rose higher and higher. Finally, he broke his self-restraint for many years and scolded, "Feng Yan, are you mentally ill?"

They only met three times in total, and each time they broke up unhappily, not even friends.

She really couldn't understand why the man was pestering her.

Xu Shi knew that she was forced to the critical point, and if she continued, she would only lose both sides. Feng Yan, who had not resisted, finally began to fight back. The captured arm was lifted in the air and defused Qin Qing's moves easily. Then when she retreated in high-heeled shoes, she stretched out and retracted her arm, which completely trapped people between herself and the wall.

When the wrist was pressed to the top of his head again, Qin Qing flashed a trace of humiliation in her eyes, strained her face and wanted to struggle, but found that the man's body was as indestructible as an iron wall. It was obvious that he was being controlled by others just now.

Looking at the face of the man in front of him, Qin Qing inexplicably gave birth to a very small possibility. Then she frowned in disgust, opened her eyes and gave a cold warning, "Feng Yan, if you have any improper attempt on me, I advise you to die."

Although she felt that the man in front of her was a monster without emotion and hope, there was only one possibility of unreasonable interference between the opposite sex.

However, "you think too much." Feng Yan replied in the same cold tone.

An embarrassment flashed across Qin Qing's face, but he was relieved. If the conjecture comes true and gets into trouble with such an unfathomable man, she is really not sure that she can retreat all over.

So... She took a few deep breaths back and forth, pressed down her anger, tried to calm her tone, and seriously asked, "then why are you close to me? We are not relatives. What's your purpose to be my guardian?"

Since it's not a dirty month Zhuang's mind, it's OK to talk calmly.

Qin Qing tried to solve the matter with the reason of normal people.

Feng Yan also seemed to have a little hesitation. He looked down at the girl in front of him and stared at her stubborn eyebrows. Everything was so familiar and so different. In the depths of his memory, he scratched a young and beautiful face. His fingertips slipped through his slender and weak wrist in vain, trembled slightly, and then quickly took back his imprisonment and left a sentence, "tomorrow, I will send someone to pick you up."

This time, Feng Yan left the box before Qin Qing got angry again.

The door closed again and was pushed open. The square hole probe that had been guarding the door came in and was startled by the mess on the ground.

"Oh, Qin Qing, are you all right?" he saw the girl's ugly face and hurried in to check. The demolition of the house was heard outside the house just now. It was really shocking.

Qin Qing shook her head and didn't want to say more. She sat on the sofa with a calm face and said, "Uncle Fang, I'll take a rest and go."

"Ah, if you don't mind, you can sleep here." Fang Kong waved his hand and found a clean place to sit down. He stopped talking for a long time before he sighed. "Qin Qing, don't blame Feng Dashao. He did it for your own good. This kind of gray area doesn't matter. It's chaotic. I don't trust you as a little girl."

He exhorted painstakingly, but also with a bit of sincerity.

Qin Qing moved his mouth, but he didn't speak after all.

"Hey, since the first time I saw you, I think you are very much like a person." Fang Kong lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and his voice became a little low, "At the same age of 17, she was in high spirits and made a show on the gambling table with her hands. At that time, no one dared to underestimate that girl. Even I was relieved by her. At that time, she was one step away. As long as she won the gambling king in Macao, she was the youngest generation in history and deserved her name..."

There are geniuses in every field in the world. Just like Qin Qing's talent in poetry, calligraphy and painting, there are also natural gamblers on the gambling table.

She suddenly remembered the young voice she met before her rebirth. She felt a sense of familiarity and wondered about the next story, "what happened later?"

"Later..." Fang Kong began, but the ending was trembling. It seemed that he thought of the unbearable past and quickly sucked up all the cigarettes in one breath. Only then did he tell the final outcome, "she's dead."