[Chapter 65 Chapter 65 Being sold to the Golden Triangle: The Torture Story of Bai Yueguang (65)]
The subversion of the black market happened during Myanmar's general election and was related to the candidate Rocky, so the government quickly dispatched the army.
Jin Yuanxiu, who was afraid of getting into trouble, withdrew his men from the Burmese border early.
This made the process of Rossier taking over Rocky's forces less disturbing.
He donated most of the gold antiques found in the underground palace at a discount, which undoubtedly added another layer of glory to his image of being handsome, strong and tragic.
Rocky, who was already dead, was labeled a fugitive, and Rosier maliciously offered a large reward for his life.
If he's alive, I want to see him in person. If he's dead, I want to see his body.
Unfortunately, Rocky's body had already been integrated into the underground palace, and it was impossible to tell where the flesh was and where the mud was.
On that day, Mr. Hu commanded Jin Yuanxiu's men to fight desperately on the periphery, while he took his confidants to the underground palace, and a group of people surrounded the entrance tightly.
Yan Qing could see that although he was forced into Qian Kang's camp, he did not have complete trust in Jin Yuanxiu.
This suited her just fine.
There were many different opinions in the outside world about whether Rocky was dead or alive, and Jin Yuanxiu, who was deliberately concealing the truth, felt like a thorn in his heart.
If Rocky is really related to her drug factory, what she is worried about now is the risk of the experimental base being leaked.
After all, those are her ultimate weapons to maintain her position in the Golden Triangle.
So Jin Yuanxiu wants Rocky to die more than anyone else.
If used properly, the news of Rocky's unknown life or death might become a useful smokescreen.
That night, the wind was cold and there was no moon.
The General's Mansion, which had undergone a major purge, was as peaceful as usual. Apart from the guards standing guard outside, only Yan Qing and Rossier were left living inside.
Agang stood under the street light, his three-dimensional and deep eyebrows and eyes looked even more handsome in the dim light.
After settling the brothers who were going to participate in the mission, he came here without stopping.
I couldn't wait to see Yan Qing, but I was afraid of disturbing her rest.
Facing the lamppost, he practiced what he wanted to say to Yan Qing: "Ah Qing, follow me..."
But even if he wasn't looking at the real person, just imagining Ah Qing standing in front of him made him nervous and hesitant.
Yan Qingjing was reminded by the system, and when he went downstairs, he saw him muttering to the lamppost.
I approached him quietly and could hear his shy voice: "Ah Qing, can you like me a little more?"
"Why not? Agang is likable." Yan Qingjiao, who was standing behind her, responded with a smile.
Who doesn't love a loyal puppy?
Ah Gang, who was scratching his head and preparing to come up with a more euphemistic expression, suddenly froze and turned to look at her in surprise.
The base of her ears turned from light pink to deep red, and she couldn't hide the shy yet honest smile on her lips.
"Ah Qing."
The man blinked his eyes as bright as the sea of stars, and his passionate emotions, accompanied by a strong heartbeat, blew towards her with the evening breeze.
The chill of the night was blown away in an instant.
He grabbed his hair and circled his hands around his head, then put them down and rubbed the corner of his clothes helplessly.
Yan Qing’s words just now kept lingering in his ears.
A Qing likes him.
Ah Qing also likes him...
His joyful heart seemed to have grown wings, wanting to carry his full joy and love and turn into fireworks, exploding in the boundless night sky for everyone to know.
He stepped forward and hugged Yan Qing in his arms: "Ah Qing, Ah Qing, I am really so happy."
Yan Qing let him hold her, and looked at him with a smile: "I thought Ah Gang had gone back."
She remained in the arms, neither pushing away nor responding.
Her eyes are curved and her smile is beautiful.
Don't be too close, and don't be too distant.
Immersed in joy, A Gang did not notice her abnormality. He looked at her shyly with his eyelashes trembling slightly and lowered his eyes.
"I want to see Ah Qing, even in my dreams."
He was wearing casual clothes that showed his youth and vitality. He was tall and had a heroic face, like a strong and sturdy athlete.
Xinran's direct confession is like a basketball, accurately shot into people's hearts.
Before Yan Qing could say anything, his face was already redder than a tomato.
Such an innocent look makes it hard to even say a word of deception.
Sincerity is indeed the ultimate weapon.
"It's getting late, Agang you--" She lowered her eyes to avoid the burning gaze, as if she felt guilty, or as if she didn't know how to respond to such sincere feelings.
A Gang hugged her tightly, his muscular arms around her waist, but he didn't actually use much strength.
I wanted to rub her into my body, but I was afraid of hurting her even a little bit.
He lowered his head and leaned on Yan Qing's shoulder, his lost look hidden in the light of the street lamp.
"I melted the golden Buddha left by Jiang Chenggong and hired a killer to get rid of the man who wanted to hurt Ah Qing."
The tone of voice was like asking for credit, with a bit of fake ease: "Can you praise me?"
Although he looks like a sunny boy, he actually has a sensitive and delicate heart.
Yan Qing rested his forehead against his chest, and the vibration coming from inside seemed to be expressing his grievances on behalf of his master.
She was silent for a while before moving her lips: "Thank you."
"Don't say thank you to me!" The man's eyes were red, and his hot breath suddenly enveloped her.
The shadows under the lamp were entangled and connected, and the two seemed to have become conjoined twins.
When their breaths parted, Yan Qing touched the wetness dripping on her face and pursed her beautiful, red and swollen lips.
She was clearly the one being bullied, so why couldn't he hold back his tears?
She sighed: "Agang, I am a bad woman."
"Aqing is not like that!" the young man retorted with a frown.
She was the only person in the world to whom he had a deep bond.
He understood this, and Yan Qing also understood this.
Ah Gang looked at her hopefully: "Ah Qing, please don't reject me again, okay?"
The puppy, who was afraid of being abandoned, could only see her figure, and looked very pitiful.
Yan Qing met his expectant eyes and said, "Let me think about it."
"Well! Then I'll go back first. Good night, Aqing." He looked at her bright lips with a blushing face.
As if he was afraid that she would change her mind, A Gang walked very quickly.
The gauze curtains upstairs fluttered in the wind passing through the window, vaguely revealing a tall figure who had been standing there for a long time.
Rosier hid in the darkness, but could see the scene clearly under the street light.
"How stupid! You can be fooled by such a simple trick."
He clenched and unclenched his hands on the windowsill and sneered.
I don't know if he was talking about Yan Qing who was about to go back to the house, or A Gang who had already walked away.
After leaving the general's mansion, A Gang returned to the car and looked at his face in the rearview mirror.
The corners of his lips curled up into a slightly silly smile, and his misty eyes hid his brilliance.
As long as Aqing is willing to see, he can always be the way Aqing likes.
Yan Qing had already gone upstairs, but before he opened his door, he received a voice from the system reminding him that there was someone in the room.
There wasn't even a servant left in the entire general's mansion, only her and Rosier.
So everyone inside could tell who it was just by guessing with their toes.
As soon as she walked downstairs, she felt like she was being followed. She didn't expect that her good brother actually had a habit of peeping at people secretly.
She pretended not to know there was someone inside, and when she reached for the light switch, she felt a warm chest.
It feels smooth, neither hard nor soft.
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