Relying on a fictitious alliance, he wanted to use them to gain a foothold.
This is tantamount to getting something for nothing.
Mo Xiao nodded, holding the brush in his hand, and slowly wrote a few big words on the rice paper.
The older people get, the more their passion cools down, and they become more interested in tinkering with these fancy things.
A man who has taken countless lives with the gun in his hand, with calluses on his knuckles and fingers, pretends to be a scholar.
The brutal and cruel executioner put on a hypocritical appearance and seemed to have turned into a human.
"From Xu Zheng's tone, it seems that Qin'er agrees with this."
Chu Jing helped to grind and collect the paper that was already covered with words, and suggested:
"Yifu, Qinqin has been in H City for a long time. There's no guarantee that someone won't have bad intentions and threaten her safety. Why don't you let me go and bring her back, and also see how sincere they are about this so-called alliance."
Mo Xiao did not answer immediately, but waved the pen in his hand proudly and copied down a poem.
"Jing'er, look how well this poem is written!"
Putting down the paper in his hand, Mo Xiao walked to the window with his hands behind his back and stood there for two seconds.
"Are you sincere to Qin'er?"
Chu Jing assured without hesitation:
"Don't worry, Yifu, I will do my best to protect Qinqin."
Hearing this, Mo Xiao sighed.
"Forget it, you young people can deal with yourselves!"
He waved his hand and agreed to it.
"I'm not busy lately. Why don't you take some time to go to H City? Qin'er has a childish temper and is a bit willful."
-
"Minglang? Why are you here?"
Xue Qingzhi was making soup in the kitchen when she suddenly heard the door open. She went out and saw that it was Yan Minglang.
It's only a little after three o'clock now. He usually comes here at night, like a prostitute, sleeping for one night and then leaving.
Even at the beginning when the two of them were feeling the most fresh, he would come over at around six or seven in the afternoon and take her out to eat and go shopping.
"What? Aren't you happy that I'm here?"
Yan Minglang walked straight into the house without changing his shoes or taking off his coat. He raised the corner of his mouth slightly and asked back.
"Of course I am happy!"
Xue Qingzhi ran to Yan Minglang in small steps like a little rabbit, holding a spatula in her hand, which was stained with slightly white soup, and the aroma of fish floated in the air.
Judging from her movements, she seemed to want to throw herself into Yan Minglang's arms, but when she remembered the spatula in her hand, she stopped abruptly.
"I made some fish soup and was planning to send it to you, but I didn't expect you to come in person."
Xue Qingzhi's face was filled with smiles, and stars seemed to have fallen into her bright eyes.
If it were usual, he would definitely be confused by her appearance.
He pretends so well.
Yan Minglang raised his hand and gently patted Xue Qingzhi's shoulder, "I'm going to take you out. I'm afraid you won't be able to drink the soup."
"Now?"
"Yes, go change your clothes."
The tone was as gentle and domineering as ever, but Xue Qingzhi still sensed something was wrong.
But she couldn't say anything, so she could only turn off the fire and go upstairs to change her clothes.
Yan Minglang took Xue Qingzhi to do a simple hairstyling.
It is not the kind of makeup that is either dignified or bright for a party, but it magnifies her purity and highlights her pitifulness. Paired with a slim skirt that seems conservative but has a few pieces of tulle, it has an indescribable temptation.
It is referred to as the favorite style of vulgar men.
As night fell, Xue Qingzhi was brought to a club.
She frowned slightly, and with her neatly manicured hands painted with light pink nail polish, she grabbed Yan Minglang's arm and asked:
"Minglang, what are we doing here? Is this your friend's party?"
Yan Minglang patted Xue Qingzhi's hand and said with a faint smile:
"Yes, a gathering with friends."
Business friends.
Once I entered the box, that ominous premonition came true.
There were dim and ambiguous lights on inside. Several ugly and wretched middle-aged men were holding several hostesses, kissing one and touching the other. There were even a few people in the dark who were doing no one knew what, and only their swaying and blurry figures could be seen.
The table was littered with wine glasses, and the room was filled with a mixture of wine, perfume, and a strange smell.
"Brother Minglang, you're finally here! We've been waiting for you for a long time."
Someone saw Yan Minglang and greeted him with a smile, but their eyes fell on Xue Qingzhi who was beside him.
He looked it up and down as if he were looking at a new toy.
Xue Qingzhi is also very selective when doing tasks, and she really doesn't like men like this.
Coupled with such a scene, she just felt disgusted.
She sat next to Yan Minglang, like a white lotus falling into the mud, beautiful, fragile, and making people want to play with her at will.
The men talked for a few words, and then one of them took a glass of wine, threw a pill into it in front of everyone, and then handed the glass to Xue Qingzhi.
"Beautiful lady, isn't it boring to listen to men chatting? Come and have a drink. This wine is sweet, you should like it."
Xue Qingzhi didn't reach out to take it, but shrank closer to Yan Minglang and looked at him helplessly.
Yan Minglang raised his eyebrows slightly, opened his thin lips slightly, and spoke in a cold tone:
"I drank it."
Xue Qingzhi had no choice but to drink it.
"Brother Minglang, do you want some?" The man took out another pill and said, "Eat this, it feels so good when you have sex!"
Yan Minglang refused with a smile, and the other party did not insist.
Seeing this, Xue Qingzhi became anxious. She could clearly help her refuse, so why did she let her drink?
What kind of medicine is that?
Soon she felt her body begin to weaken and her mind felt a little dizzy, but she was still conscious.
The man next to her secretly put his hand on her waist.
"clear……"
Her voice softened, and before she could finish her words, she was hugged by the man, and his big hand landed on...
When Yan Minglang heard the voice, he glanced at her and sneered.
Then the man carried her to the sofa beside him, in front of everyone in the room...
Then the next man came over.
In the chaos, she also heard someone praising Yan Minglang.
"Good brother, where did you get such a top-notch item?"
"And you're so generous, how nice!"
"Just because of your character, I will never give up even a single cent of that batch of goods to anyone else!"
"Hey, this girl wants me to take her home and play with her for two days?"
Yan Minglang's gaze seemed to fall over for a moment, and his voice rang out with a smile:
"The little thing looks well-behaved, but actually has a very bad temper. I'm afraid you'll lose her. If you like her, I'll bring her out for you to play with next time."
He also wanted to interrogate who was behind Xue Qingzhi, so of course he couldn't let them take her back to play.
What if it is lost?
-
Mo Qin was woken up by a phone call early in the morning.
It was Mo Xiao calling.
"Qin'er, Chu Jing is going to H City to pick you up." Mo Xiao's energetic voice came from the other end of the phone. "According to the time, he should be here at noon today. Give him a call and remember to pick him up."
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