Chapter 152: Fight

On the way out of the cinema, Shi Yang was in a dilemma.

It’s okay to just hold my wrist, right?

Or should I just push Qin Zhu's hand away? Will he be unhappy if I do that?

We are all grown men, what's wrong with shaking hands?

But if I don't push him away, will Qin Qian misunderstand me?

Shi Yang was dragged out of the cinema hall and walked outside the movie city in this entangled manner.

"Do you want to go to the bathroom?"

"Ah, never mind."

Qin Juan continued to lead the person out. Just as he reached the door, his footsteps suddenly paused, as if he saw something.

Shi Yang followed his line of sight and saw a familiar figure sitting in the waiting area through the crowd passing by.

The man in a suit and overcoat looked noble, as if he had come from some high-end banquet, and he was out of place with the noisy crowd around him.

Shi Yang and he looked into each other's eyes from a distance that was neither too far nor too close.

Qin Yanchuan's gaze moved down and landed on Qin Qian's hand which was holding Shi Yang's wrist.

Shi Yanghun shuddered, even though he was not close to him, he could feel the faint resentment emanating from Qin Yanchuan.

"Brother Qin Zhu, I'll go over there first, you..."

Before Shi Yang could finish his words, Qin Zhu tightened his grip on his wrist and without saying a word, he led him towards Qin Yanchuan.

Not long after, the two men stood in front of Qin Yanchuan.

Qin Zhuo still didn't let go, and met Qin Yanchuan's gaze directly, calling out in a normal tone: "Uncle."

There was no expression on Qin Yanchuan's face. He responded calmly and casually held Shi Yang's other hand.

Unlike Qin Quan's grip on the wrist, he directly held Shi Yang's palm.

There was a slight coolness in the broad palm.

Shi Yang was shocked. Oops, does this situation seem familiar?

Is the fight going to start in the next second?

It's not good to do this in public, some people have already seen it.

Shi Yang looked at his left hand and then his right hand, clearing his throat, "Can you all..."

Qin Yanchuan glanced over with a chilly look.

The strength in Qin Qi's hands tightened again.

Shi Yang: "..."

Shi Yang gritted his teeth and said, "Both of you, let me go."

Qin Zhuo pursed his lips, his slightly drooped eyelids hiding the emotions flowing in his eyes, but he finally let go of her hand.

Qin Yanchuan, however, remained motionless, with no intention of letting go. He looked at his nephew standing opposite him, and his tone could even be described as gentle:

"Xiao Zhou, I have something to do with Shi Yang, you go back first."

Having said that, he took Shi Yang and strode outside.

Qin Zhuo stood there for a moment, then quickly followed him. He couldn't help feeling a little annoyed that he shouldn't have been obedient just now.

Qin Yanchuan was tall and had long legs, and he took big steps. Shi Yang had to jog to keep up with the man. He turned around and waved to Qin Quan who was behind him.

"Brother Qin Zhu, please go back first!"

The elevator just arrived, and Qin Yanchuan led Shi Yang and a few passers-by in.

When Qin Tian arrived, the elevator door had already closed and was moving downwards.

Qin Zhuo stood in front of the closed elevator, silently watching the numbers on the display screen slowly shrinking. His hands hanging at his sides were clenched into fists, and veins on the back of his hands were bulging.

After an unknown amount of time, he took out his cell phone and called Shi Yang.

"Shi Yang, I was serious about what I just said."

"I..." Qin Qi paused for a moment, as if squeezing out these three words from the depths of his throat: "I like you."

"Please think about it carefully. Don't rush to give me an answer."

After saying that, he didn't wait for Shi Yang's answer, but hung up the phone immediately.

He had expectations in his heart, but he was more afraid of being rejected.

On the other side, Shi Yang was sitting in the passenger seat, looking at the hung up call, feeling mixed emotions for a moment.

The car was very quiet. Although the call was not on speakerphone and Qin Qi's voice was not loud, Qin Yanchuan, who was sitting in the driver's seat next to him, still heard what his nephew said to Shi Yang on the phone.

Being one step ahead.

Qin Yanchuan pulled the corners of his lips and asked with a half-smile: "Why? Are you unhappy that your beloved brother Qin Zhu confessed his love to you?"

Shi Yang smiled with a fake smile, "Happy, I am very happy."

Seeing Qin Yanchuan's mood quickly darken, Shi Yang secretly rolled his eyes in his heart and whispered, "Why are you pretending? You're not happy after I told you."

That is to say, now. If it were in the past, he would not dare to speak to Qin Yanchuan like this, and his wrist might be broken.

Even if Qin Yanchuan is unhappy now, he will not do anything to Shi Yang.

Two words: grasp.

Qin Yanchuan was almost surrounded by resentment, and his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, but he still leaned over and fastened the seat belt for Shi Yang himself.

After fastening his seat belt, he started the car without saying a word.

Shi Yang was still worried about Qin Qi's affairs. He looked sad and sighed, "Where are we going?"

Qin Yanchuan stared at the road ahead expressionlessly, "Suburbs."

Shi Yang looked at his face which was so gloomy that water seemed to be dripping out of it, as if he was going to crash the car into a big tree on the side of the road and die with him in the next second.

Shi Yang sighed again, "You want to cut my body into pieces and throw it into the wilderness?"

Qin Yanchuan: “…”

Not long after, the black Maybach turned a corner and headed for the intercity highway.

It was already past ten o'clock in the evening, and there were fewer vehicles on the highway than usual. Maybach rushed forward in the night.

Shi Yang sat in his seat bored, glancing at the man beside him from time to time and sighing, still thinking about Qin Qiu's words in his heart.

Qin Zhuan is a very good guy, tall and handsome, with eight-pack abs. Don’t be fooled by his quiet appearance, he is actually more sentimental than anyone else.

But he didn't feel much attraction to Qin Juan.

Shi Yang glanced at Qin Yanchuan beside him and sighed silently, "Ah 8, what should I do? I like this old guy."

Moreover, the target of his system mission one is Qin Yanchuan.

The system has only two words: [Locked.]

During this hour, Shi Yangqi watched Qin Yanchuan fifteen times, and sighed after each viewing.

“…”

The resentment around Qin Yanchuan almost filled the entire carriage. Finally, he could no longer bear it and said quietly, "What are you dissatisfied with me for?"

At this point, Shi Yang became excited. "That's too much. Do you want me to tell you in detail?"

Qin Yanchuan suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

Shi Yang counted on his fingers, "First, you always close the door when you take a shower, treating me as an outsider."

"Second, you never let me touch you..."

Qin Yanchuan suddenly stopped the car and interrupted Shi Yang, "We're here."

Shi Yang looked up out of the car window, and what came into view was a French-style manor.

The soft moonlight cast a silver curtain on the ground, and the warm yellow street lights illuminated the surroundings.

Opposite is a red rose garden, with the gorgeous flowers swaying gracefully in the night.

What a romantic scene.

An idea suddenly occurred to Shi Yang. Could it be that Qin Yanchuan really wanted to confess his feelings to him?

He hesitated for a moment, then slowly turned his head and looked at Qin Yanchuan.

Qin Yanchuan's expression softened a little, and his resentment dissipated a lot. His right hand was still tightly gripping the steering wheel, and he pursed his lips, and there seemed to be a barely perceptible tension.

"Get off first."