On the way back from the painting studio that day, she unexpectedly encountered a handsome man on the street, whose appearance was comparable to that of Mo Linyuan.
Her dark hair fell loosely, like brocade; her long eyebrows slanted upwards, yet she frowned slightly; her eyes were gentle, tinged with melancholy; her thin lips were slightly pursed, outlining perfect lines.
It's such a pity that such a beautiful woman is in a wheelchair.
The beautiful woman was being pushed in her wheelchair by a burly guard. The two of them walking down the street in this strange combination drew attention, especially the handsome man.
Perhaps Feng Qingge's gaze was too focused on the beauty, for the burly man over there gave her a sharp look, full of warning.
However, Feng Qingge was not afraid. She had seen all kinds of people, even demons and monsters, so why should she be afraid of a mere guard?
He raised his wrist, twirling a strand of hair between his fingertips, then tugged at the corner of his mouth with a provocative smile, and in that instant, it was as if the other shore had opened up.
"you!"
The burly guard was clearly enraged, gripping the wheelchair tightly with both hands as if he wanted to break it in two.
"Abao, what's wrong?" The handsome man, who had been looking down, sensed the anger emanating from the person behind him and turned to look at him, seemingly puzzled.
The two were not far from Feng Qingge, with countless pedestrians passing between them. The two faced each other across the crowd, and the beauty called out "A Bao!" which Feng Qingge overheard perfectly.
What? This big guy is called A Bao?! Pfft!
Her shoulders twitched slightly, and her face twitched along with them. Suddenly, she bent over, clutched her stomach, and burst into a series of laughs, "Haha ...,awmwah, she was really laughing at her. The big guy is called Abao.
Her loud laughter, especially the way she seemed to be crouching down on the ground like a madwoman, caused passersby to shun her, staring at her blankly, wondering what had happened.
As the group walked around them, the beautiful woman on the other side also looked over.
There were many pedestrians just now, and he was sitting in a wheelchair, so it was difficult for him to see Feng Qingge in the crowd on the other side. However, when she burst into laughter and the pedestrians made way for her, he had a clear look at her.
And it was clear that the person laughing uncontrollably was laughing at them, or more precisely, at the people behind him.
Sure enough, the guard named A Bao stepped out from behind the wheelchair, took a step forward, and stood beside the handsome man. He gripped his sheathed longsword tightly, his face full of ferocity, and said, "Shut up!"
The guard was very tall, like a small mountain, and his thin clothes could not hide his bulging muscles at all.
He had a fierce-looking face and was bald, with a shiny, oily head.
Despite his fierce demeanor, Feng Qingge completely ignored him, laughing incessantly, "Haha, why should I listen to you, haha... I'm dying of laughter!"
"You!" The burly guard named A Bao twitched his fingers slightly, and his long sword was already drawn, revealing two wide blades, silvery-white in color, looking extremely sharp.
Just as the swords were about to be drawn, the beautiful woman who was watching Feng Qingge suddenly reached out and pressed down on A Bao's arm, saying, "Don't be rash."
Ah Bao understood, but was unwilling to give up. In the end, he had no choice but to obey, sheathing his sword and turning back to the wheelchair.
"Young master, I apologize for my rudeness." Finally, the beauty spoke, but she was apologizing to Feng Qingge.
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