Chapter 123

For a moment, Feng Chi felt stiff all over. He turned to his eyes after half a sound. There was a little panic in his eyes, as well as the shame after the lie was exposed.

But soon, these emotions dissipated in his eyes, as if they never existed.

He said with a smile: "we grew up together, how can I do something sorry for you, you think too much."

After that, he pulled out a reluctant smile from the corner of his mouth, stretched out his fist and gently beat the shoulder on the side of Lan Qing.

"I'm just... So tired, and what happened last night and this morning, I can't come back at once."

He lowered his head and finished the sentence at a volume that only two people could hear. He was silent for a few seconds. Another hand climbed up Lan Qing's sleeve and looked up at his eyes. There was a sense of deja vu in his eyes.

Lan Qing is a few years older than Feng Chi. Since he was a child, Feng Chi has been following him all day. He has been called for a long time, and he really believes that this is a heterosexual brother given to him by God, and he also bears the responsibility of protecting him.

Every time he gets into trouble, or something else happens that he doesn't dare to tell Uncle Feng, he will pull his sleeve like this and ask him to help him deal with it with such eyes. His skill has been used since childhood, and he will try everything.

At the moment, Lan Qing stares at his hand pulling his sleeve, and his eyes seem to solidify.

Feng Chi thought that he had finally softened his heart, so he took advantage of the victory and continued to say: "brother, if something like this happens, I can't go home. Only you can help me, otherwise I will be entangled to death by those media."

Lan Qing is pulled back to reality by his words, looking at the man with a full face praying, as if those things have nothing to do with him, his eyes gradually tighten.

Then, with an unquestionable strength, he shook off Feng Chi's hand and said indifferently, "you are not a child in those years. You should solve the problems you caused yourself."

Feng Chi looked at him in surprise. There was a kind of pale despair in his eyes. His face was haggard and a little more.

Lan Qing straight straight to his eyes, said with a smile: "Feng Chi, media this set, you are not very fun to turn it?"

Before he could understand the meaning of his words, Lan Qing turned and went upstairs into the study. He closed the door of the study with a bang, and the whole villa seemed to tremble with the sound.

Feng Chi stood in the same place, his eyes choppy.

Does he already know what he has done? Is there a vital connection between the disappearance of the journalist and him?

The more he thought about it, the colder his back and the softer he felt. His eyes were straight, and he turned to the gate of LAN's villa.

As he was about to leave, the housekeeper bowed to him and said, "Mr. Feng, take your time."

He didn't pay attention to the housekeeper. In other words, nothing in the outside world can affect him now. He has been completely submerged in his own despair and fear, and the whole person is in danger.

Lan Qing stood in front of the window of the study. He was as motionless as a silent statue. His mind kept echoing the news he heard from the little reporter last night.

He was shocked and unwilling to believe it, but he had to face the fact that his friendly brother betrayed him, or plotted against him.

Thinking of his dependence when he just pulled his sleeve, he suddenly threw his fist on the wooden window frame, with a bloodthirsty cold on his face, just like the vampire living in the forest in the movie, with no blood color on his beautiful face and cold eyes focused on a certain place.

Why? Only a few people who can really get his trust, but they have to do something that he would like to kill one by one?

Again and again, he chose to believe in the people who looked very close to him, but he ended up like this.

Those familiar but unwilling to think of people, their faces flashed in front of him one by one, his eyes became colder and colder, fell to the freezing point, everything around seemed to be frozen in an instant.

At this time, a person suddenly broke into the atmosphere.

Li Qingning broke into the study with a mobile phone in his hand and saw Lan Qing standing by the window with his back to the door. He said in a hurry: "there are so many news about Feng Chi and the female star Tang Meng on the Internet. I just saw Feng Chi coming upstairs to ask for your help. Why can't you help him?"

Talking about other people's affairs, she is always so urgent and intolerable, as if it is her own who is facing difficulties, even the weakness of the past days has disappeared without a trace.

Lan Qing slowly turned around, cold eyes staring at her, as if to use eyes to pierce her whole person.

Li Qingning was bewildered by him, and his anxiety gradually cooled down. He looked down at the lines on the floor.

He came up to her, his voice full of strange cold, magnetic voice, deep in her ear, "why should I help him?"

She did not understand the courage, gently looked up at him and said: "you are not very good friends? Now that he's talking, why can't you help him? "

Smell speech, his eyes slightly narrowed, charming voice line full of dangerous breath: "Li Qingning, as long as it is other men's business, you are duty bound to go through fire and water?"

She was so surprised by his words that she couldn't think of what to say to refute. She just widened her eyes and looked at him red, as if she had been wronged.

He took a step closer and continued: "you are in such a hurry. You should help yourself. Li Qingning, who do you think you are? "

In this world, no one can control him, forever.

Li Qingning's face flushed because of the humiliation of his words. She held the mobile phone tightly in her hand. Her anger made her want to crush it.

In the morning, Lan Qing, who was a little gentle, seemed to have just had a warm dream. She could not recognize the strange man in front of her, who was sitting by the bed and talking to her in the morning, who was so calm that she wanted to have a good rest.

Lan Qing didn't seem to have the extra patience to make eye contact with her here. She coldly squeezed a "roll" out of her teeth and turned her back to her.

She turned around and ran out of the study with red eyes. She ran back to the room quickly and closed the door. As if she had just exhausted all her strength, she was soft and sat on the ground slowly against the closed door.

As soon as her eyes were hot, she was about to shed tears, but she immediately raised her head and let the tears flow back to her eyes. She secretly vowed in her heart that from now on, she would never shed a tear because of this cold and heartless man.

Her chest gradually flattened, and she finally understood something.