She bit her lip, her eyes were red and she was about to cry.
She knew exactly what this man wanted to do after following her all the way back.
But no, she was only back for a few days, and she didn't want to cause trouble. In the countryside, rumors can sometimes kill people.
But the other party knowingly asked: "What else?"
She glanced at him and then quickly lowered her head: "It's inappropriate for a man and a woman to be alone."
With a slight push of the hand on the door, the door was pushed open, and Cheng Jinnan walked in calmly and calmly, as if he was the owner here.
Wearing a white shirt and black trousers, he looks serious but speaks inappropriately.
"A lonely man and a widow are just right."
Seeing him walking inwardly, Qi Yu could only catch up.
"You can't live here. Aunt Chunzhi has arranged a house for you. Their place is big and clean..."
Cheng Jinnan casually pressed the switch, and the chandelier in the living room instantly lit up, illuminating even the yard.
He turned around, and his beautiful eyes seemed to be dyed with little bits of light, looking at her without blinking.
Qi Yu suddenly couldn't speak anymore.
Qi's house was built with money from her stepfather Qin Deming when she was in middle school. All the furniture and appliances were the most high-end at the time, and they are still outdated even now.
Looking at the entire village, no family is more wealthy than the Qi family.
Even the village chief’s house is inferior.
"The bedroom is upstairs, right?" he said, and went straight up the stairs.
Although Qi Yu rarely comes back, relatives usually come over to help clean the house, so the house is still clean.
Cheng Jinnan pushed open the door to the second bedroom, and what he saw at first glance were pink curtains and sheets, and a brown bear doll on the bedside.
Cheng Jinnan curled his lips.
Qi Yu quickly went upstairs, pushed away the person in front of him, took out the spare bedding and pillows from the closet, stuffed them into his arms, and pushed the person out.
"If you insist on leaving, go to the living room and sleep."
The door slammed shut in front of his eyes, and Cheng Jinan laughed silently.
It's just a door. If he wants to, no one can stop him.
After waiting for a while, Qi Yu breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the sound of coming downstairs. After thinking about it, he locked the door again.
Qi Yu didn't know when he fell asleep, and he seemed to hear some strange noise in his hazy mind.
I opened my eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling. I thought it was a nightmare at first, until I heard a bang, like a breaking sound, and then someone screamed in pain.
Qi Yuhao sat up, opened the door and ran downstairs.
With the little light on the ground, two figures struggling together could barely be seen.
She hurriedly turned on the light.
The mess all over the ground was instantly visible.
The door was wide open, and a mop pole was broken into two pieces lying on the ground.
The furniture was smashed to pieces and the lamp fell to the ground.
Cheng Jinnan pushed a man against the wall and beat him, punching him one after another.
The other party was beaten beyond recognition, his face was covered with blood, and he kept hunched over and begging for mercy.
Cheng Jinnan had no intention of stopping. There was also blood on his face and body, and it was unclear whether it was his or the other person's.
Qi Yu recognized that the one who was being beaten was none other than Liu Yuan. He was afraid that Cheng Jinnan would be killed, so he hurriedly stopped him: "Stop, don't hit him!"
Cheng Jinnan seemed not to have heard anything, and each time he struck out, he became more ruthless.
Qi Yu had no choice but to rush downstairs, grab his arm with both hands, and place it between the two of them.
"If the fight continues, people will be killed. Do you want to call the whole village over to watch you fight?"
Cheng Jinnan wasn't worried about this, but he was still persuaded by Qi Yu and didn't take any further action. He looked at the man lying on the ground vomiting blood with a look of disdain, and his thin lips moved slightly.
"roll."
