[Chapter 56 Chapter 56 Being sold to the Golden Triangle: The sadistic story of Bai Yueguang (56)]
"Sister, why didn't you get dressed before coming out?"
Rosier had just come out of the bathroom, with water droplets oozing from the ends of his hair, which slid down his neck and into his loosely buttoned black shirt.
He put his arm around Yan Qing's exposed shoulders, and as he leaned in intimately, the smile on his lips contained a malicious look that showed he was eager to unleash chaos on the world.
The wound was hidden in the shirt, and the cold and pale face was flushed by the mist after the shower, which gave him a bit of sexiness.
The weakness caused by excessive blood loss was also seen by others as the consequence of excessive indulgence.
The politician who was beaten to the point of crying for his parents wanted to make a few remarks when he saw this scene, but the housekeeper rushed over, covered his mouth with his hands, and dragged him downstairs.
From downstairs I heard him cursing and demanding an explanation from Rocky.
The sound disappeared quickly and was not enough to break the tense atmosphere upstairs.
When Ah Gang walked in front of Yan Qing, he looked like a pitiful little dog with drooping ears, and he didn't look as ferocious as he did when he was teaching someone a lesson just now.
"A Qing." The young man stared fiercely at Rossier's hand on Yan Qing's shoulder, then put away his coldness when he met her gaze.
He looked at her listlessly, with a pair of clear eyes, carefully hiding all the obscurity.
There was only a violent and raging wave in his heart, and he wished he could smash the feminine-looking pretty boy into the beach and never get him out.
Yan Qing shook her shoulders to signal the man to let go, but Rosselle hugged her even tighter.
She raised her eyebrows and elbowed back.
Rosier groaned, his handsome face turning pale.
The sorrow in Agang's eyes turned into a smile, and the stars in his eyes were as bright as the Milky Way.
"Aqing, I was so worried about you when I found out you were not in the room." He hugged Yan Qing in his arms, with his hands pressed against her back.
Yan Qinghui hugged him: "I'm fine, don't worry."
The boy who received her response felt a blush creeping from the sides of his face to the tips of his ears, and his excitement spread along with his accelerated heartbeat.
Rosier leaned against the wall with his arms folded across his chest, slightly hunched over, and could feel the wound that had just been bandaged bursting and bleeding again.
He didn't groan in pain, and his only stubbornness was not showing weakness in front of those two men.
Seeing the two of them hugging each other in front of him, he rolled up his half-long hair and said in a frivolous way: "Sister has been with me all night, how could something go wrong?"
There was ambiguity in his words and provocation in his eyes.
When she glanced at Yan Qing, the light in her peach blossom eyes dimmed a little, and her heart inexplicably felt sour.
She smiled tenderly to the two-faced and scheming bitch, but she was ruthless in facing him, stabbing him again and again.
How cruel.
However, there is an old Chinese saying that beating is love and scolding is care, maybe that is his sister's special care for him.
Unlike a certain man, he doesn't even have the qualifications to get close to her.
I caught a glimpse of Mr. Hu standing dejectedly not far away.
Comparing himself with someone who was treated even worse, Rossier suddenly felt all the depression in his heart disappear and he felt relieved.
As usual, Yan Qing stood on tiptoe to touch Agang's head. It was not as fluffy as before, and the stubble from the shaved head was a bit prickly.
"You go downstairs first, I'll change my clothes and come back."
The boy's eyes and brows were so gentle that they seemed to be filled with tears. He grabbed her hand and rubbed it against his face.
With smiling eyes and a satisfied look on his lips, he looks just like a Samoyed.
Mr. Hu did not miss the glance from the corner of her eyes and the intimate actions of the boy, as if she did it deliberately for him to see.
This thought made him feel helpless but also happy.
Does this mean that Aqing still cares about him?
He stood there without moving, and behind him was Yan Qing's own room.
Yan Qing walked towards him, and the gentle smile she had just shown to others disappeared into her pursed red lips.
"Please make way."
She frowned, and even though she was facing him, her eyes were fixed on the door behind him, and she didn't want to look at his face.
"A Qing." Mr. Hu stretched out his hand to her, but she dodged it sideways.
He withdrew his hand in disappointment, his bloodless lips trembled, and his smoky gray pupils were filled with Yan Qing's shadow.
Yan Qing missed him and pushed open the unlocked door.
When the door was not closed tightly, her cold and distant voice came: "Sir, you don't know, I was almost sent to the bed of that man who was old enough to be my father last night."
She spoke slowly, but one could hear the resentment in her voice.
Mr. Hu clenched his fists, his nails dug into his palms and drew blood, and the bulging blue veins on the back of his hands seemed to be about to break through the skin.
Everything she was going through now was all thanks to him.
It was he who pushed her into the dangerous devil's den with his own hands.
Yan Qing's voice was not too small, and A Gang, who was not far away, could hear it clearly.
"Is it that person?" he asked with a gloomy face.
Rosier nodded.
"Damn it!" The young man punched the wall angrily, secretly hating himself for not being more ruthless and killing the man directly.
He still didn't like to hide his emotions, and murderous intent was written all over his cold face.
I had already planned in my mind how to kill those who hurt Yan Qing.
Although Mr. Hu has made clear his feelings for Yan Qing, he still habitually considers the pros and cons first.
That person is from the Myanmar government and is cooperating with Rocky.
So his priority was that now was not the time to touch the man.
Ah Gang went downstairs and looked coldly at Mr. Hu who was standing silently outside Yan Qing's door. He sneered and mocked: "Is this what you call asking for trouble?"
Rossier straightened his clothes, actually taking the opportunity to cover the painful wound on his abdomen.
He walked to Ah Gang's side and tilted his head to look at Mr. Hu: "You have learned idioms very well. Is this considered a case of a good teacher producing a good student?"
Compared with the scheming military advisor, the pretentious scheming bitch is nothing.
Maybe they could form an alliance in some way and kick the sinister old man out first.
Mr. Hu listened to the two people's explicit and implicit sarcasm without a trace of emotion on his face.
He just stood in front of Yan Qing's door, his guilty eyes seemed to penetrate the wooden door in front of him.
He doesn't care about what other people think, the only person he cares about is Yan Qing.
But I don’t know how to express the pain in my heart.
He was a man with no future and he couldn't even remember his own identity. Only hatred supported him to smuggle into the Golden Triangle at the age of fifteen.
He had never told anyone these things. The only person worthy of sharing everything with was the girl who lived across the door from him.
But he pushed her too far.
So far away that she pushed him out of the world.
He stretched out his hand to knock on the door, but finally let it drop too weakly.
He stood there until Yan Qing was ready to come out, then he hurried downstairs.
Several people were dining at the same table, and the butler was standing beside them, rubbing the non-existent sweat on his forehead.
All the guests who should be sent away have been sent away, leaving only the two evil spirits from Yuanlong Society and Leiying Hall.
He wanted to chase him away, but didn't dare to speak. He just hoped that the general would come back soon.
Otherwise, he was really afraid that these people would start a sudden gunfight in the general's mansion.
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