[Chapter 44 Chapter 44 Being sold to the Golden Triangle: The sadistic story of Bai Yueguang (44)]
What is it like to be caught slandering someone?
Yan Qing said it was a bit exciting.
Rosier's tall and slender figure walked out from the shadow of the huge stone statue. The light from the fountain reflected the ripples and swayed in the emerald pendant hanging by his ear.
Yan Qing shrank into Agang's arms, burying her little face in his chest to hide the guilt in her eyes.
A Gang just thought that she was instinctively afraid of Rossier. While he protected her tightly with both hands, he shot a vigilant and cold gaze at the opposite side.
He believed in the Siren so completely that he had fallen into the Siren's lies.
"Young Master Jiang, can you return my dear sister to me?" Roxelle had an uninhibited smile on his face.
Dressed in a tuxedo, he looked just like a yandere butler from a comic book.
The contemptuous look showed disdain for the young man who had no foundation yet.
At this moment, A Gang was like a mother eagle protecting her cubs, holding Yan Qing tightly and refusing to let go.
"Ah Qing is no one's property. You have no right to ask me for it."
He frowned seriously, pressed his lips into a straight line, and fearlessly looked towards Rossier who was not far away.
His taut muscles and fierce eyes showed an aura that was no less powerful than his opponent's.
He is a warrior born to protect the princess, and he will not step back even if a dragon blocks his way.
Rosier admired his courage to confront himself despite being a rookie, but a fledgling eagle could easily be crushed to death in the nest as long as its wings were not fully grown.
"It's no good to go against the General's Mansion." He turned his eyes casually to Yan Qing who was protected in his arms, "It's time to go home, sister."
With Yan Qing's accusation preconceived in his mind, his attitude seemed threatening to A Gang.
Yan Qing tightened his grip on the man's shirt, Furong's face was as pale as snow, with fear and uneasiness mixed in her eyes.
"Don't..." She choked and whispered to dissuade him, indicating with her eyes that now was not the time to have a head-on conflict with the other party.
Then he walked towards Rosier, looking back every few steps.
Ah Gang stretched out his hand to her: "Ah Qing!"
When Yan Qing turned around, her eyes were tearful, which made him feel very pity for her.
He moved his lips again, and a silent "wait for me" stopped his urge to go forward and protect her.
Rossier was so impressed that he wanted to praise the actor's acting skills on the spot.
He forcefully held Yan Qing's slender waist, and when she pretended to be frightened with red eyes, he pinched the soft flesh on her waist viciously.
Yan Qing wiped the corners of his eyes and wanted to say something but hesitated and pursed his lips because he was concerned about the person beside him.
Glancing at Rosier who was holding onto her waist tightly, she looked at Agang who took two steps forward and forced a smile: "Agang, say hello to my aunt for me."
Ah Gang looked at her blankly: "I will."
"Young Master Jiang, see you later." Rossier glanced arrogantly at the man with his fists clenched and a look of forbearance on his face, and left with Yan Qingyang.
Ah Gang was left standing there, staring at the two people's disappearing backs with obscure eyes.
Relying on his obsession to see Ah Qing again, he crawled out of the ghost gate many times, and thought he was strong enough to take the person he loved under his wing.
But he found that he was still nothing in front of power.
In order to rescue A Qing, he must completely control the Yuanlong Society.
No, the current Yuanlong Association alone is not qualified enough to compete with the General's Mansion...
He bit his cheek tightly and said firmly: "Ah Qing, wait for me."
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Yan Qing followed Rossier out of the hotel and casually grabbed the collar of his shirt to wipe the tears from his face.
The driver was about to go forward to open the door, but was stopped by the young man with a look and stood guard a few meters away.
The banquet inside was still going on. Only he and Yan Qing left early. Jiang Chenggong didn't dare to complain.
The night was dark and windy, and the moon was like a crescent.
Luo Xier pressed Yan Qing against the car door, his peach blossom eyes deep and mysterious.
"Brother is so powerful that he can even instigate a rebellion against the general."
Yan Qing glanced at the driver who was standing respectfully not far away.
"Everyone has weaknesses."
Roxelle curled his lips and smiled, stretched out his hand to twist a strand of hair at the corner of her mouth, and continued, "Now we should talk about how perverted I am and what I have done to you."
He stared at Yan Qing's face jokingly, demanding an explanation from her.
Yan Qing said innocently: "So you heard everything."
Her face looked pure, but her hands were dishonestly unbuttoning Rosier's shirt.
"Now, I want to do this and that to the beauty in a perverted way." The trimmed and rounded nails moved along the man's smooth muscle lines.
Licking her lips, she crooked her eyes with affection and moved closer.
Rosier stared at her and did not stop her.
When his eyes were fixed on her plump and tempting red lips, his heartbeat quickened slightly.
I actually had some kind of expectation for no reason.
Looking forward to her kiss on your lips?
Rossier thought his idea was a little ridiculous, and he didn't think the woman in front of him would dare to do anything to him.
To his great surprise, Yan Qing's body suddenly stiffened and then he actually kissed him.
The sudden touch of lips is not a passionate kiss between lovers.
The moment the soft thing hit him, his pupils contracted violently and his mind went blank for a moment.
"Don't move, help me." Yan Qing hooked his neck, with pleading in his almond eyes.
Her performance made Rosier's eyes darken.
It was not until he turned his head and saw a familiar figure in the right rearview mirror that he knew why she did this.
She actually used him as a tool to take revenge on another man.
Rosier was furious, and he held her waist tightly, pressed her hand against the car window, and interlocked his fingers with hers.
He pressed a slightly aggressive kiss between her teeth, forcing Yan Qingruan to fall into his arms.
When the kiss became more intense, he changed direction while holding Yan Qing, so that his body was placed in front of the cold car.
Looking at the man who was standing there staring at them in a daze, Rosier's peach blossom eyes were filled with naked provocation.
"No, no, go back." Yan Qing tried to avoid his frantic kiss and secretly glanced at Mr. Hu with twinkling eyes.
The handsome young man was full of wildness. He bit Yan Qing's lips and teased him ambiguously when he let go: "Are you going back or not?"
He rubbed his fingertips along her waist, a dangerous look written all over his face.
Yan Qing turned his face away and didn't want to say anything.
Rosier chuckled, took off his tuxedo and put it on her shoulders, then picked up the coat that had just fallen from her shoulders and belonged to another man.
He opened the car door to let Yan Qing in, and was about to walk towards Mr. Hu who was standing there silently.
"It's time to go home." Yan Qing frowned and pulled the corner of his clothes.
Rosier leaned forward, lifted her chin, and chuckled, "Be good, I'll teach him a lesson for you."
From Mr. Hu's perspective, it looked as if the two were kissing passionately for the second time.
He took out a cigarette and tried to light it for a long time but failed.
He simply held it between his fingers and waited for Rossier to arrive.
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