Extra: Huo Beiyan & Qin Jiaojiao (4)
In the car.
Qin Jiaojiao huddled by the car door, lowered her head, and tapped the screen quickly with her fingers.
They were all insults to Huo Beiyan.
It could be that he was drunk, or he could be too frightened.
Qin Jiaojiao is crazy.
He raised his head and looked at Huo Beiyan: "You stupid idiot, let me out of the car. I'm telling you, don't think that you can do whatever you want just because you look like a fairy."
"I've learned Taekwondo. If I hit you three times, you won't even be able to get up."
"I'm telling you, Huo Beiyan, you pervert, there's no way I'm going to marry you. You'd better die..."
Huo Beiyan snorted and reached out to grab her phone, glancing at the messages she had sent.
Every sentence is an insult to myself.
With one hand, he held down Qin Jiaojiao's hand that was trying to snatch the phone, and with the other hand, he tapped the screen and edited a message.
[I've taken Qin Jiaojiao away. I won't kill her, nor will I bury her.]
The car drove slowly in the night.
Qin Jiaojiao mumbled and cursed, the sound of her voice gradually becoming softer and softer, and finally almost inaudible.
Huo Beiyan did not stop her and let her curse him in all kinds of ways.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw him smacking his lips, unscrewing open a bottle of water and handing it over.
Qin Jiaojiao tilted her head and looked at him warily: "I won't drink it, you must have drugged it."
Huo Beiyan sighed, retracted his hand, tilted his head back and took a sip, then handed it back to her: "I drank it, it's not poisonous."
Qin Jiaojiao was still alert: "Is it true that women are more poisonous than men?"
Huo Beiyan was so angry that he laughed: "Forget it if you don't want to drink it." He was about to take his hand back.
Qin Jiaojiao immediately grasped his wrist, took the water with her other hand, tilted her head back and took a sip: "You said you don't want to drink it? I insist on drinking it."
Huo Beiyan turned to look at her: "I have drunk it." Is it considered an indirect kiss?
Qin Jiaojiao said indifferently: "It doesn't matter. The way stupid people are infected doesn't include drinking from the same bottle of water."
Huo Beiyan: "..."
The car drove into the villa area.
Qin Jiaojiao seemed to suddenly realize: "Where are you taking me? I'm telling you, this is illegal."
"Take you home."
"What home? Don't mess around. You and I don't have any home!" Qin Jiaojiao saw the car stop, opened the door and wanted to run away.
Huo Beiyan sat in the car, watching quietly: "Are you sure you can leave here without my permission?"
Qin Jiaojiao stood there in a daze.
Huo Beiyan got out of the car and led the person into the brightly lit villa.
He let go of her hand: "When you consider marrying me, you can leave here."
Qin Jiaojiao raised her head suddenly, her eyes wide open: "What if I don't think it through?"
An ambiguous emotion flashed across Huo Beiyan's eyes: "Then you don't have to leave."
"Huo Beiyan, you..." Qin Jiaojiao's face turned red with anger, and a new round of abuse was about to come out of her mouth.
Huo Beiyan chuckled and interrupted her: "Don't be impatient."
He glanced at her angry face and said, "You've already cursed all the words in one night. What are you cursing for the rest of the time? Save some."
Qin Jiaojiao was choked by his reminder and was speechless for a moment.
She opened her mouth and actually felt that...what he said made some sense?
She angrily shut her mouth, turned her head away and stopped looking at him.
A smile flashed across Huo Beiyan's eyes, and he turned around and took her upstairs.
He pushed open the bedroom door: "You live here."
After that, he pointed in the direction of the cloakroom and said, "Your clothes are in there. In the bathroom, that pink towel is yours. Your usual skincare brands... they should all be there too."
Qin Jiaojiao's hair stood on end as she listened to his detailed arrangements.
She took a step back suddenly, hugged herself with her arms, and her eyes were full of vigilance: "You are really a pervert. You even know what brand I use."
Huo Beiyan looked at her as if she was facing a great enemy, and sighed helplessly, with a tone of indulgence and compromise: "If you say she is a pervert, then she is a pervert."
He stepped aside to make way for the door: "Well...pervert, go out first, you wash up and get some rest early."
After saying that, he really turned around and left, closing the door behind him.
Qin Jiaojiao leaned against the door and listened to the footsteps fade away before she let out a long sigh of relief.
For a moment just now, she almost thought that this pervert was going to sleep in the same bed with her.
She took a hot bath and her tense nerves relaxed a little.
I changed into the pajamas prepared by Huo Beiyan and habitually touched my phone, but it was empty!
Her heart tightened and she immediately searched the room, but nothing was found!
"Huo Beiyan!" She opened the door angrily, wanting to settle the score with him.
As a result, as soon as he rushed out, he bumped into a solid and warm chest.
"Hmm." My nose hurt from the collision, and a sour feeling instantly surged into my eyes.
Huo Beiyan was standing at the door, as if he was about to knock.
He was knocked back half a step, then nervously held her shoulders and looked down: "What's wrong? Are you hurt?"
His fingertips felt cool as he gently touched the tip of her slightly red nose. His voice was filled with concern: "Does it hurt?"
Qin Jiaojiao covered her nose, raised her head with tears in her eyes, and met his eyes full of worry.
She was stunned for a moment, then pushed his hand away forcefully, not caring about the pain in her nose, and asked, "Where's my phone? Did you hide it?"
Huo Beiyan frowned slightly and withdrew his hand: "I didn't touch your phone."
"Impossible!" Qin Jiaojiao didn't believe it: "You must have stolen it."
Huo Beiyan looked at her determined expression and helplessly spread his hands: "I really didn't take it. If you don't believe me, search it."
He stood there, looking calm and composed.
Qin Jiaojiao stared at him suspiciously, hesitated for a moment, and actually reached out to search the pocket of his suit jacket.
On the left, empty.
On the right, empty.
Trouser pocket...As soon as she reached out her hand, Huo Beiyan's body stiffened.
Qin Jiaojiao also realized that something was wrong, and quickly withdrew her hand, her cheeks slightly hot.
"No?" Huo Beiyan's voice was tinged with joking.
Qin Jiaojiao snorted, turned around and ran back to the room to continue searching.
Huo Beiyan stood at the door, looking at her angry back, and curled the corners of his lips: "Go to bed early."
After saying that, he closed the door gently.
Back in the study, Qin Jiaojiao's cell phone was quietly placed on the desk.
He didn't steal it. She left it on the back seat of the car and picked it up herself.
His phone rang, and he glanced at the caller: Manbo.
Slender fingers slid the answer button: "Hello."
The person on the other end of the phone seemed stunned for a moment, then reacted violently to hear Qin Jiaojiao's voice.
Huo Beiyan chuckled: "Ms. Lu, I'm not a kidnapper, I have no obligation to cooperate with you."
Without waiting for the other party to speak again, he hung up the phone.
It was dark at night. He walked out of the study and paused at the door of Qin Jiaojiao's room.
I gently pushed the door open and moonlight poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
He walked to the bed, placed her cell phone on the bedside, and considerately turned on the silent mode.
Qin Jiaojiao was lying on the bed with half of her face buried in the pillow. Her delicate outline was reflected in the moonlight, making her look particularly beautiful.
He leaned over slightly and kissed her on the cheek, his voice soft and tender: "Good night, my little rose."
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