[Chapter 17 Chapter 17 Being sold to the Golden Triangle: The sadistic story of Bai Yueguang (17)]
A kiss without any desire, or even just a light touch.
Yan Qing stepped back and looked at him with eyes like a crescent moon: "A lucky kiss for Agang. I hope my friend will be happy and worry-free forever."
A Gang moved the index finger of his left hand hanging by his side, wanting to touch the cheek that she had just touched, but he lost the courage to raise his hand under her clear gaze.
The tip of my tongue pressed against my cheek, and I seemed to be able to taste a fleeting warmth.
He lowered the corner of his lips, his eyelashes trembling slightly: "It's just..."
Friends.
The sigh that he dared not utter was swallowed into his throat.
Yan Qing looked at the sky outside and turned around, looking at him puzzledly: "What did you say?"
The boy shook his head like a rattle: "No, nothing."
The accelerated blood circulation reaches the ears.
Yan Qing seemed not to notice his sudden depression, her smile was full of sweetness: "If you don't go back, your husband will be worried."
She was not surprised that the man did not arrange for anyone to look for her.
Lin Jiang is the whetstone, and so is she.
Mr. Hu allowed her to contact A Gang because he wanted this bad woman to push the boy's growth.
Oh, he is a good teacher.
However, some things can easily backfire.
Yan Qing originally only had preliminary doubts about A Gang's identity until he discovered that someone was hiding and protecting him.
Who can convince the cold-hearted Mr. Hu to spend so much effort to train a rookie?
The answer is self-evident.
The only thing he can do is to offer his all to his master.
There have long been rumors in the underworld that Jiang Chenggong is someone Mr. Hu regards as his own father because his life was saved by Jiang Chenggong.
In some ways, Agang is very similar to Mr. Hu, for example, he remembers their kindness.
But what if Gang knew that the so-called favor was a deliberate approach?
Yan Qing glanced at the absent-minded boy beside her, and a look of joy rose at the corners of her mouth.
Back at the villa, she trotted towards the man on the sofa, like a swallow throwing itself into his arms, her brows full of joy.
As she rushed towards him, the cigarette in Mr. Hu's hand shifted in direction.
“Did you have fun?”
He asked while putting his arm around Yan Qing's waist, but his eyes were looking in the direction of A Gang.
He saw the young man's depressed mood.
Yan Qing leaned on his shoulder and played with the buttons on his shirt: "I'm not happy with you, sir."
A Gang tightened his grip on the corner of his clothes. He didn't understand why his heart suddenly became heavy.
It's like a cloudy day with rain but no rain.
"Boss, I was injured today--"
He stepped forward and was about to admit that he had shot Lin Jiang today.
The Yuanlong Society has a rule that internal fighting is prohibited. Although he and Lin Jiang have personal grudges, they did violate the gang rules.
Let’s keep things separate, hatred is hatred, and rules are rules.
He was going to tell his boss straight out that Lin Jiang had murdered his father, not to ask the boss for justice, but to get a fair chance to fight his enemy to the death.
Seeing his sincere expression of admitting his mistake, Yan Qing guessed what he was about to say and immediately interrupted him.
"I have something urgent to discuss with you, sir. Why don't we go back to the room first?" She hugged Mr. Hu's neck and whispered in his ear.
Mr. Hu threw away the cigarette in his hand and stood up with her.
"I'm tired from playing with the Madam today. You should go back and rest first."
He gave an instruction as he passed by Agang.
"Boss..." A Gang wanted to say something, but when he received Yan Qing's concerned look, he pursed his lips and closed his mouth.
Ah Qing was protecting him.
Realizing this, he felt sweet in his heart.
Watching Yan Qing's back as he was carried upstairs, he stood there for a long time and didn't want to move.
Many things flashed through my mind at this moment, most of which were related to Yan Qing.
Will the boss treat Aqing the same way he did last time?
Kiss her lips, take off her clothes...
His mind told him that was not what he should think about, but the charming scene he had glimpsed kept renewing in his memory.
Returning to his room in a daze, he touched his face and recalled the kiss in the evening.
The palpitations that disrupted my rhythm at that time are still extremely clear now.
No one cares about the sorrow of youth.
In the room upstairs, Mr. Hu released his arm around Yan Qing's waist and sat lazily on the edge of the bed, waiting for her next words.
She loosened her hair band, letting her black hair fall down.
"Change your clothes first." She curled her lips and looked at the blood stains on the hem of her skirt. She took off her clothes and put on a lace nightgown in front of Mr. Hu.
Men also appreciate her figure generously.
Only he knows how enchanting this exquisite figure is.
Yan Qing sat next to him, put her long legs on him, and asked with a sly look: "Does it look good?"
Mr. Hu took her hand and pulled her into his arms, lowering his head to sniff her round shoulders: "Even if she's not pretty, she won't fascinate that silly boy so much that he loses his mind."
"You can fish it, but don't let him touch you."
When he said this, he obviously had no intention of playing tricks on Yan Qing and didn't care at all whether it would expose his purpose.
Yan Qing put his hands on his shoulders and said with a hint of sarcasm: "Sir, you've already pushed me to another man, why would you still care about this?"
Mr. Hu squinted at her, and it was impossible to tell the emotion in his smoky gray eyes.
The big palm penetrated her thin clothes and penetrated her smooth back, and the rough fingertips brought a tingling shiver.
"It seems that I am not enough to satisfy you."
He didn't respond directly, but seemed to be expressing his jealousy indirectly.
Yan Qing pushed him away and blocked his lips with her hand: "Not today."
Become possessive of women you have slept with.
A bad behavior that men generally have.
"Didn't you ask Mrs. Zhou to prepare some sweet soup?" Mr. Hu patted his legs. "Come here, I'll rub it for you."
Yan Qing looked at him with love in her eyes, and turned her head away from his sight, as if she was angry: "What do you want me to do now, sir?"
But she still sat back next to the man obediently.
She is best at pretending to be affectionate.
Especially this kind of deep affection that seems hidden but can be captured by the other party.
Mr. Hu let her lean on him, and gently lifted her lower abdomen with his hands that were used to holding a gun.
He lowered his eyes and looked at Yan Qing's little face nestled in his chest, as quiet as a kitten basking in the sun.
Shed your claws in front of him and drop all your defenses.
"Lin Jiang was injured by the people from the Thunder Eagle Hall, and my people took the opportunity to seize several stalls of the Thunder Eagle Hall."
He paused and continued, "They will be desperate and will attack you soon."
Yan Qing looked at him with tears in her eyes.
"It's over now. You can deal with the people left behind by Gao Yue." He avoided his gaze and said as if to make up for it.
Yan Qing withdrew from his embrace, and lay on the bed with his back to him. After a long while, he spoke in a muffled voice: "I know what to do."
"But sir needs to give me something."
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