[Chapter 18 Chapter 18 Being sold to the Golden Triangle: The sadistic story of Bai Yueguang (18)]
Mr. Hu sat on the edge of the bed and did not respond to Yan Qing.
He lit a cigarette casually, but didn't smoke it. He just held it between his fingers and let it burn.
He is trustworthy and cautious, so he never makes promises easily.
Yan Qing is his first woman.
It's rare to have a tacit understanding with him even when we are in bed and out of bed.
"You say." He put the cigarette to his lips and took a sip, then slowly exhaled the white mist and spoke.
Yan Qing knelt on the bed, hugged him from behind, and pressed his face against his back.
"If I want your love, your heart, or even your life—"
Her tone was filled with cautious tentativeness and joy, "Will you give it to me too?"
Mr. Hu crushed the half-burned cigarette with his fingers and said in a flat voice: "You won't."
Her intelligence surpassed his. A smart woman will never lose her sense of proportion at any time.
At this moment, he has not yet realized that a man who can give a woman a very high evaluation means that he has a good impression of her besides admiration.
Even just a little bit of goodwill is like a new sprout growing in the soil.
Eventually, they will all grow up under Yan Qing's deliberate nurturing.
The soft female body behind him trembled slightly, and he could feel the cool wetness on his back through his shirt.
"To have such trust from you, sir—" Yan Qing hid the curve of his lips, and put his bare hands in front of him, pressing them against his chest, his soft voice containing sarcasm, "Ah Qing is very happy."
Mr. Hu turned around and held her on his lap, holding her face and chuckling: "Are you happy enough to cry?"
Yan Qing pushed his hand away and turned his head away from him: "It's just sand in your eyes."
"Mr. won't care anyway."
The pretended strength is crumbling and the eyes are filled with tears that are about to fall.
"You can't bear my care." Mr. Hu's smoky gray eyes paused on her face, then moved aside indifferently.
Yan Qing took a deep breath and calmed down: "Don't worry, sir, Qing knows what he is doing."
She pursed her lips stubbornly, but still couldn't help but sound sarcastic.
Like a hedgehog with its whole body on guard.
Mr. Hu stood up and said, "You should have a good rest first."
Yan Qing stopped him: "The things that the master promised have not been given yet."
"I want a bulletproof vest." She stopped hesitating and lowered her head to play with her fingers while speaking, no longer paying attention to the man.
But from the depressed aura around her, one could also see her melancholy mood.
Mr. Hu put his hands in his pockets, but couldn't find his usual butterfly knife. He leaned against the bedside table and said, "I won't let anything happen to you."
Yan Qing pinched her fingers, frowned slightly, and looked straight at him with her almond-shaped eyes, "Sir, I'm afraid of death."
"I'm afraid of pain too." She sat on the bed with drooped shoulders, hugging her bent legs with both hands, her face pale as if it was about to break.
In the past, she showed men her courageous, daring, intelligent and charming side.
At this moment, she was like a cub that couldn't find its home, so fragile that it made people feel distressed.
Mr. Hu recalled the scene at the auction where the fragile animal huddled in the cage, sending out messages for help to the people around it.
The current Yan Qing seems to overlap with her former self.
"I'll have someone prepare it for you."
Mr. Hu's gaze enveloped her, and his smoky gray eyes deepened slightly as if brewing something.
He turned to leave, and when he turned the doorknob, he looked back and met Yan Qing's loving gaze.
Yan Qing hurriedly turned his face away, holding the pillow beside him in his arms and tightening it intermittently.
After he left and heard the footsteps outside gradually fading away, Yan Qing finally calmed down.
He stood up holding the pillow and walked to the bed, pulling the tightly covered curtains.
She stared blankly at the car that stopped downstairs for a while before driving away, like a qualified wife watching her husband go out.
After confirming with Xiao Ba that the man had driven away from the villa area, she closed the curtains again and threw herself onto the soft big bed.
Seeing the butterfly knife on the bedside table, a hint of triumphant smile flashed across her almond-shaped eyes.
"Sir, be careful."
A gentle knife can take a life.
Thinking of what Mr. Hu said, that Lin Jiang was attacked by the Thunder Eagle Hall, Yan Qing tapped his chin and thought for a moment.
Lin Jiang did not reveal the fact that A Gang had attacked him, and it seemed that he had taken her words to heart.
If he really wanted to point the finger at Agang, not only would no one stand up for him, but he would also risk his own life.
You know, Jiang Chenggong only has this one child left, so he naturally treasures him very much.
Putting everything on the Leiyingtang gave the Yuanlong Society the opportunity to take action against it, which was also a show of loyalty.
Mr. Hu is very kind. As long as he is not stupid, he can at least save his life.
But Lin Jiang, who was narrow-minded as a needle, not only had his leg broken, but was also plotted against by his loyal people. Could he swallow this?
Yan Qing felt that he would definitely do something.
For example, helping her deliver the message that needs to be passed on to the ears and eyes of the Thunder Eagle Hall.
Now, she just had to wait to get what she asked from Mr. Hu.
If a man is reliable, a sow can climb a tree.
The bulletproof vest that protects her life is warmer.
It would be even better if she could get a bulletproof hood.
Occupying the entire big bed by himself, Yan Qing slept particularly soundly that night.
However, the "personal bodyguard" who also lives in the villa is not so comfortable.
The bright moon outside the window is cold, and the night wind with a hint of chill cannot blow away the heat in people's hearts.
A Gang, whose emotions went through a lot in one day, lay on the bed with his arms and legs spread out.
The three-dimensional and handsome facial features, like those carved in stone, were tightly tangled together in his sleep, and then slowly relaxed after a while.
His tanned face slowly turned red, and he hugged the pillow beside him in his arms.
My right hand unconsciously hid under the quilt.
In the dream, Yan Qing's charming face was covered with sweat, and a pair of hands were climbing on his shoulders.
She looked at him with overflowing tenderness, as if she wanted to drown him in Sun Moon Lake.
The secret affair that was accidentally discovered in the stairwell entangled his deepest thoughts.
In the unforgettable charming scene, the man who locked the witch in his arms and showed his masculine charm became himself.
It was not until the light suddenly broke through his mind that he suddenly woke up.
But I was covered in cold sweat and the bed sheets were soaked. After I woke up, I felt extremely guilty.
How could he have such a dream?
After stealthily throwing the sheets and clothes into the washing machine, Ah Gang returned to the room and ruffled his flame-red hair.
He stood by the wall, facing the wall and thinking about his mistakes, fearing that if he closed his eyes again, he would fall into that enchanting and gentle place again.
"Beast!" He slapped himself hard, then covered his hurt face with tears in his eyes.
He supported himself on the wall with both hands and banged his head upwards.
The noise was so loud that if you didn't know, you would think you had entered a construction site.
I stupidly punished myself by standing for most of the night, and by the next morning, my legs were so numb that they felt like they had been amputated.
Seeing Yan Qing coming down the stairs, he subconsciously started to run.
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