[Chapter 309 Chapter 309 Interstellar Thousands of People Dislike the Arrogant Young Lady (105)]
When Ryan came down, Micah was standing at the bottom of the stairs.
Seeing him, the man who had always been mild-tempered slapped him on the chest, his amber eyes became deep because of the brewing storm: "You are taking advantage of others!"
Ryan took a step back to steady himself, his broken eyebrows raised: "Micah, in what capacity are you teaching me? In the name of the god you always mention?"
He sneered, scratched his messy red hair, ignored the other person's expression, and walked straight to the sofa and sat down.
His legs were spread wide open, and his well-defined chest and abdominal muscles were crisscrossed with light and shallow claw marks as if he had been scratched by a cat.
"At first, Guaibao mistook me for Aze." He raised his chin, glanced at the potted plant on the table that Micah cherished so much, and raised his voice, "But she still recognized me."
When he said this, his face was full of shyness and pride.
Recalling the girl's swaying figure and the sometimes heavy and sometimes light music, he raised his hands to rub his hot cheeks, his mouth grinning so hard that his teeth could not be hidden.
Micah felt as if a taut string in his body suddenly broke, and he lost the strength to support himself in an instant. He staggered a few steps and leaned against the stair railing behind him to support himself.
He didn't want to look at the glaring marks on Ryan's body, but the man's words undoubtedly cut into his bloody heart.
His relationship with A-Qing was an accident, but A-Qing and Ryan were voluntary.
Unable to deceive himself, he lowered his head, and his brilliant silver hair dully lost its luster.
The other party's high spirits made him look like a complete loser.
He smiled at himself, and when his gaze returned to the orchid on the coffee table, he felt some strength again.
Ryan thought of Long Ze who made Yan Qing sad, and suppressed the bitterness in his heart: "I knew Guaibao earlier than you..."
He talked about his acquaintance with Yan Qing in the simulator. Although he was a careless man who only spoke with his fists, he clearly remembered every detail of his time with Yan Qing.
From the initial novelty to the pride of taking her as an apprentice and watching her progress, to the joy of discovering her true identity.
He looked at Micah as if he was formally declaring war, the corners of his mouth suddenly narrowed, and his red pupils flashed with a bright accusation: "I thought Micah's advice was for my own good, but it turned out to be just a means for you to attack your love rival."
Micah, who had not yet made up his mind, was afraid that the relationship between the brothers would be damaged, and privately reminded him of the close relationship between Yanqing and Longze, who were childhood sweethearts.
Ryan's face was full of sarcasm. He felt that he had evil intentions from the beginning and was trying to sow discord between him and Longze so that he could reap the benefits.
As a guy who has never liked to think too much, I never thought that there would be a day when my thoughts would be so clear.
Micah's eyes flashed. He was indeed in the wrong in the beginning.
He walked to the sofa and sat opposite, his eyes gently brushing over the orchid on the coffee table. Thinking of the promise the girl made under the moonlight that night, he slowly loosened his clenched hands on his knees.
The amber eyes, still as gentle as usual, looked at Ryan seriously, and said in a showdown: "God said that there is no distinction between what can be done and what cannot be done in matters of the heart."
"Don't talk nonsense to me." Ryan interrupted him with a cold snort, crossed his legs, and deliberately touched the bite mark on his neck, "Micah, if you are a man, stand up and fight me."
I hate people who talk in a roundabout way. Competition should be open and aboveboard. It's not a real skill to plot secretly.
He finally saw through these guys. They were all hypocrites who coveted his baby, so no one cared about anyone else.
Ryan's frankness dispelled the gloom that Micah had felt after witnessing the intimacy between the two of them. He asked himself if he really could not back down.
People say he is like a saint, but he is not a saint after all.
After all, he is just a mortal with flesh and blood, and he cannot cut off all emotions and desires.
"Okay." He ignored the marks on Ryan's body and pulled his lips together reluctantly.
Ryan clenched his fist and said, "I don't fight with the old, weak, sick or disabled. It would be embarrassing even if I win."
He looked upstairs anxiously, muttering to himself that he had just been lying there humming the whole time, and his performance must not have satisfied Guaibao.
If Micah hadn't come, he would have been able to prove himself.
When Yan Qing went downstairs, the two of them were not as tense as he had imagined, but rather were very calm and peaceful.
The eyes that quickly focused on her were one as hot as the sun, the other as gentle as the spring breeze.
"They are all still here." Her eyes were indifferent and her expression was distracted.
The fox eyes were half-closed, hiding a bit of drunkenness, and the delicate face was slightly flushed, as delicate and beautiful as a lotus born in the water.
I missed their expectant gazes and walked around to a seat far away from them.
Tang Li, who followed her closely, poured her a glass of red wine and stood behind her with his back straight.
"Good girl." Renault moved closer to her and sat stiffly sideways facing her as she gave him a cold look.
His heart was beating fast and furious, but he gave up in the face of Yan Qing's nonchalant expression.
The previous tenderness was like a dream, and was soon awakened by a basin of cold water.
Yan Qing held the glass cup between her fingers and shook it gently. She looked at Ryan and said calmly, "I want to talk to Mr. Micah alone."
Ryan swallowed what he wanted to say: "Okay."
Micah was right about one thing. No matter who took the initiative in the intimacy with Guaibao, he was taking advantage of the other person's misfortune.
After all, she was drunk.
The good boy may not know how to deal with it, and he cannot force him aggressively, as that will only make the good boy dislike him.
Unlike Micah, he and Guaibao are master and apprentice.
He has to give the good boy space to accept and adapt.
After Ryan left, Yan Qing tilted her head, and Tang Li, who understood what she meant, immediately turned around.
Micah and Yan Qing were the only ones left in the living room.
She raised her head and took a sip of wine, then walked towards Micah with the unfinished goblet and sat down beside him.
The silk pajamas wrapped around her exquisite curves. She bent her right leg and pressed it on the man's leg. The lifted hem of her skirt could not cover her snow-white skin.
"Mr. Micah, did you see it?" Yan Qing leaned forward, leaning most of his weight on the other person, and looked at him with misty eyes, "Does it look good?"
Micah's face turned pale at first, then turned red in an instant.
Like mountain snow sprinkled with rouge.
His trousers were wrinkled and he stared absentmindedly at Yan Qing's slightly swollen red lips. The girl's body fragrance and the strong pheromone smell of another man kept entering his nostrils.
He could no longer control the jealousy in his heart. His clear amber eyes were filled with a drop of ink, which was hidden by him when he suddenly woke up.
"I'm sorry, I—" He tried to explain his purpose.
Yan Qing put the wine glass against his lips and leaned his lips over the other side, and the two of them seemed to be kissing through the glass.
She narrowed her eyes and asked, "Would Mr. Micah mind?"
"No, I won't." Micah's heart was frozen by these distant calls, as if the relationship that was originally progressing had suddenly returned to the starting point. He looked at Yan Qing in panic.
Yan Qing smiled, poured the remaining wine into his mouth, and passed it to his lips.
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