[Chapter 19 Chapter 19 Being sold to the Golden Triangle: The sadistic story of Bai Yueguang (19)]
"If you run again, the master will throw you into the pigpen to nurse the sows."
Yan Qing lay on the railing, a somewhat indulgent smile on his lips, and waited leisurely for him to turn his head.
Meeting the boy's cautious gaze, she raised her chin slightly, not disguising the arrogance and pride in her eyes.
A Gang lowered his head and shrank into the corner, just like an ostrich burying its head in the sand, trying desperately to reduce his presence.
But his height of about 180cm is really eye-catching.
"Good morning, ma'am." He knew without touching his face that it must be incredibly hot.
As soon as he saw Yan Qing's face, he couldn't help but think of the passionate dream he had at night.
Seeing him like this, Yan Qing wanted to tease him even more.
Quickly trotting down the stairs, she leaned over and tilted her head to look at the boy's expression: "Why are you hiding from me?"
"Your face—" She blinked when she saw the bright red slap mark, "Don't tell me you used a mosquito swatter to hit me."
A Gang touched his hot face, shook his head and nodded, his eyes wide open in confusion.
With his messy hair and dark circles under his eyes, he looks funny and cute in a different way.
Yan Qing tilted his eyelids to one side, his round eyes full of teasing: "A Gang with this look can probably be exchanged for a lot of tickets if sent to the zoo."
The boy responded vaguely, still not daring to look at her.
Obviously he is guilty.
Just at this moment, Mrs. Zhou came out of the laundry room holding washed sheets and clothes.
You can tell whose clothes they belong to at a glance.
"Washing the sheets in the middle of the night, I'm too exhausted." Yan Qing turned into Sherlock Holmes, with an ambiguous smile, "Agang has grown up."
The young man stood there in a daze, his toes dipping into the ground in embarrassment. If he were equipped with two wheels, he would probably fly dozens of miles in an instant.
Hearing her elder-like tone of voice talking to the younger generation, Ah Gang felt inexplicably blocked in his heart. He raised his head and said unconvincedly: "You have grown up a long time ago."
"Everywhere is big!" he added.
Like a naive little child.
Yan Qing patted his shoulder and said earnestly: "I understand, I understand."
The boy glared at her upset.
There was that tone again, as if there was a generation gap between the two of them, with an insurmountable chasm between them.
In fact, there is not only a chasm between them, but also a gap.
Ah Qing is not someone he can dream of.
Realizing this, the blush on his face faded and he silently took a few steps back, keeping a distance from Yan Qing.
Yan Qing refused to let him do as he wished and followed him, forcing him against the wall with no way to retreat.
"Whether it's big or not, you have to see it to know." With one hand on the wall, she flirted with the girl from the Liang family like a reckless scoundrel.
In Agang's eyes, her soft voice was like the sound of a siren, containing some kind of magic that tempted humans to continue to come.
The boy subconsciously stood up straight, and felt all the blood in his body rushing to his head, burning his entire face and making his ears buzz.
Yan Qing stepped back half a meter, put his hands behind his back, and laughed softly: "How are you, are you feeling better?"
Ah Gang came back to his senses from his dazed state, but his heartbeat, which had lost its rhythm like a drum, still couldn't calm down for a long time.
"Thank you." He looked at Yan Qing, her figure reflected in his clear pupils, giving people the illusion that she was everywhere in his eyes.
In order to help him get over yesterday's mood, A Qing deliberately tried to make him happy.
A huge warm current rose from the bottom of my heart and surged throughout my chest.
Yan Qing waved his hand: "We are friends, why should we be so formal?"
"Yeah." A Gang curled the corner of his mouth.
Friends, and friends again.
He should be happy to be friends with A-Qing.
But why couldn't he be happy?
The innocent boy has not yet realized that his heart has long been entangled with Yan Qing's every move.
Yan Qing touched his head, and the corners of his drooping mouth lifted up again.
A simple puppy, easy to coax.
The tug-of-war between the Yuanlong Society and the Leiying Hall gangs gradually intensified. Yan Qing, wearing a bulletproof vest, walked through the commercial street with A Gang.
The other three bodyguards behind him were completely reduced to background elements.
The boy, who was initially tortured by Yan Qing to the point of begging for mercy, now wishes he could grow a few more hands.
Reason tells A Gang that he should keep a proper distance from Yan Qing, but secretly he wishes he could spend as much time alone with her as possible.
"Should I buy a bulletproof helmet?" Yan Qing suddenly had an idea.
It would be terrible if the rough and rude people in the Thunder Eagle Hall accidentally fired their weapons and injured her beautiful face.
Ah Gang shook his head and said to her, "Don't be afraid, Ah Qing. I will protect you."
Yan Qing said to him, "With your strength that was easily taken away by someone?"
"That, that was just an accident." The young man pouted in grievance.
"It was indeed just an accident." Yan Qing stared at him, making his face turn red.
A Gang coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment, quickly changed the subject and asked her if she wanted to go somewhere else.
Yan Qing responded casually, with a look of worry between his brows: "I was born in a peaceful and harmonious country, but this place is full of thorns."
"How can I not be afraid..."
Her whispers were heard by the people around her.
The boy looked at her with distress in his eyes.
His hands hanging at his sides were clenched into fists, and his eyes were filled with passion and determination that could not be ignored.
I will definitely protect Aqing.
He had thought more than once, if he could have a status and identity like the boss, would he be able to protect Ah Qing under his wings?
"Who is that?" Yan Qing asked suddenly, interrupting his thoughts.
He followed Yan Qing's line of sight and saw a man with an extremely eye-catching appearance leaning against a silver supercar.
The man had slightly long hair, and he tied a handful of it lazily behind his head, leaving the rest hanging in a messy and orderly manner.
His slim model-like figure and androgynous face attracted the attention of the opposite sex around him.
Just behind the silver supercar, there was a black off-road vehicle parked.
There were a few people standing next to the SUV, and they looked like soldiers.
With such a swaggering face and the military logo on the off-road vehicle behind him, it is not difficult to know his identity.
Ah Gang reached out and tugged at Yan Qing's arm: "That's someone from the Burmese Border General's Mansion, General Luo Ji's only son, Luo Xi'er."
Then he added, "He has learned all kinds of skills. Don't be fooled by his face."
What's so good about being sissy?
Not even as good as him.
The young man slandered in his heart.
Yan Qing pinched his brows and said, "He is ignorant and incompetent."
This guy speaks Chinese well, but he is not very good at using some idioms.
The base of Yuanlonghui is nearby.
The people from the General's Mansion came here specifically for the Yuanlong Society?
She looked at Rosier carefully, feeling somewhat doubtful.
Among the four major groups in the Golden Triangle, the General's Mansion is the strongest. When he suddenly came uninvited, was he representing the entire General's Mansion or himself?
Yan Qing just hoped that he would not ruin his plan.
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