When both of them looked up at Qin Yanchi, he stirred the dough in the bowl as if nothing had happened, causing Fang Tingyun and Jiang Shuyao to not dare to say any more.
This carefully prepared dinner catered to the three people's eight hundred thoughts, and it was not a pleasant meal.
Fang Tingyun was full of words. Because Qin Yanchi was present and did not tell Jiang Shuyao, Jiang Shuyao seemed to be being tortured. Every bite of noodles he took seemed like he was being a thief. From a certain angle, it seemed that Qin Yanchi was stronger than both of them. Even more tired, after all, I almost rolled up my trouser legs and jumped into the bowl to fight with the noodles.
After dinner, Fang Tingyun met his cousin, so they went back to Fang's house first, and Qin Yanchi went back to Qin Tower with Jiang Shuyao.
Along the way, Jiang Shuyao lowered her head and did not dare to speak. From time to time, she cautiously glanced at the central rearview mirror.
Qin Yanchi drove very fast, and when he braked, Jiang Shuyao was forced to lean forward. He glanced at the woman in the back row in the mirror: "What? Are you unhappy that I disturbed you today?"
There was obviously no one else in the car, so he couldn't act like a fool.
Jiang Shuyao folded his hands together: "It is Shuyao's honor to have dinner with Master Qin, a blessing gained in eight lifetimes."
"Huh." Qin Yanchi snorted coldly and lit a cigarette, "You like him very much?"
"ah?"
Where do you mean this? Do you like it? Who else is she qualified to like? Ever since she climbed into his bed, she had already lost the right to like him, not to mention what her status was now.
"Master Qin is joking. I am just a servant with a humble status and an unclean body. In this troubled world, being able to live a difficult life is already a luxury."
"Just understand. You can't get close to Fang Tingyun, understand? Stay away from him."
Jiang Shuyao is a little funny, but what about him? In comparison, serving the King of Hell in Lincheng should be more dangerous, right?
"Thank you, Master Qin." Jiang Shuyao sat obediently, like a little white rabbit.
Qin Yanchi couldn't help but take another look. What was tied around her neck today was a purple belt, a white neck, a slender waist...
How could this woman, just by looking at her, make him think that way all the time?
The temperature in the car was not low, but it was a pity that this man was like an iceberg. Jiang Shuyao didn't dare to express his anger, wondering how long he would stay.
Bang——
A black figure rushed from the street and hit the car hard, causing the car to shake.
Jiang Shuyao was stunned: "Is Master Qin a dog?"
Qin Yanchi didn't get out of the car and glanced at Jiang Shuyao.
Only then did she realize that she had said the wrong thing and hurriedly argued: "I mean, something hit the car just now. Was it... a dog?"
A hand slapped on the car window, frightened Jiang Shuyao and squeezed forward: "The young master seems to be a human!"
Jiang Shuyao was shocked. This man's reputation in Lincheng was not very good, and he probably had many enemies.
Qin Yanchi looked at her: "No need to act like it."
Jiang Shuyao calmed down and suddenly stretched out his hand to pull: "It's really a human being. Let's leave quickly."
As soon as she touched Qin Yanchi's hand, she found something stiff in his bag. She immediately realized that it was a gun.
The image of the nurse falling to the ground emerged again. What kind of bloodthirsty monster Qin Yanchi was, how could he allow himself to be in danger.
Sure enough, Qin Yanchi popped the cigarette butt out of the window. At the same time, Jiang Shuyao saw the hand slide down, leaving only a bloody palm print on the window.
Qin Yanchi said: "He is about to die."
