The night wind blew.
Yan Qiang didn't realize that there was a questioning tone in her words.
"Do you think I hid the person?"
Huo Qi looked at her small palm-sized face under the dim street light, and the anxiety flashed in her apricot eyes, which were dim.
"That's not what I meant, I just asked."
She didn't dare to meet Huo Qi's eyes.
For a moment, she did have this idea, but she soon overturned this guess.
He will not.
It's not necessary either.
Her evasive eyes were more like evidence. Huo Qi snorted, "I've given it to you, so you can do whatever you want."
His tone was cold and distant, and he turned around to leave.
"Where are you going?"
Yan Qiang asked subconsciously.
Liu Jinfang was speechless. She was also confused now. Huo Qi was gone, and there was no one to help her solve her doubts.
"Miss Yan, do you want to take care of me?"
Huo Qi turned his head and looked at her coldly, with a hint of mockery at the corner of his lips: "In what capacity?"
Yan Qiang's face suddenly turned ugly.
What kind of identity could she have in front of him? His words reminded her all the time, are you worthy?
"I overstepped my bounds. Mr. Huo, please go slowly." Her voice was respectful and cold.
On the contrary, he learned everything from Wen Yiran.
Huo Qizhen left.
There is no hesitation or nostalgia.
Yan Qiang looked at his back, cold and upright, as if he was thousands of miles away from her.
When Yan Qiang returned to the hot spring villa, Liu Jinfang was on the phone. Seeing Yan Qiang come in, she immediately hung up the phone.
"You don't have to be so defensive about me."
Yan Qiang looked at Liu Jinfang, how could any mother be so protective of her children?
Liu Jinfang held the phone tightly and looked at her with a little vigilance: "How long do you want to lock me up?"
"Brother will come to take you home soon."
Liu Jinfang was furious in an instant, "I won't go back!"
"Then tell me how you left the airport and who was the male friend who left with you."
Yan Qiang is very tired.
She sat down on the high chair next to the dining table in the living room, leaning on her arms and looking at Liu Jinfang, with tiredness on her face.
Just as Liu Jinfang was about to speak, his eyes suddenly fell on her neck. Under the light, the red patch was particularly eye-catching.
Liu Jinfang, who has given birth to two children, naturally knows what it is.
"The illegitimate son of the Huo family is outside?"
Liu Jinfang's voice was sharp: "Are you still with him? Are you shameless? Are you, the rich lady, planning to sell yourself? Who asked you to use your body to do such a thing?!"
Yan Qiang is embarrassed.
It was even more embarrassing to be said like this by his own mother.
"He is not an illegitimate child." Yan Qiang said.
Although he was not blessed by the Huo family, he was still seriously married. Legally, he was Huo Zhongkang's first-born child.
To say an illegitimate child is an insult.
"Are you addicted to sleeping with me?"
Liu Jinfang didn't expect that she would speak for Huo Qi, and the look he looked at her became more and more contemptuous. He stepped forward and slapped Yan Qiang in the face.
"Snapped--"
Yan Qiang was caught off guard and was slapped so hard that she fell off the high chair and hit her head on the dining table.
My mind went blank for a moment.
The entire living room suddenly fell silent with Liu Jinfang's slap.
Liu Jinfang's palms were numb.
She looked at her hands and then at Yan Qiang who had fallen to the ground. She wanted to step forward, but she couldn't lift her feet.
"Miss Yan!"
The person guarding Liu Jinfang was also startled, and quickly stepped forward to help Yan Qiang and check her injuries.
Yan Qiang's face was burning.
She didn't expect that Liu Jinfang would hit her, and she didn't expect that her own mother would say that she was a sleeping partner.
Calling her contemptuous like this.
"I've beaten you, can you talk now?"
Yan Qiang stood up with help and looked up at Liu Jinfang, only catching the flash of panic in her eyes.
Whether it was because she was beaten or because of something else, Yan Qiang had no way of knowing.
She has fair skin.
Liu Jinfang's slap was so hard and full of anger that her whole face swelled up.
The slap marks are clearly visible, hideous and ugly.
Liu Jinfang was stunned without saying a word, turned around, and didn't even look at her.
He didn't ask her if it hurt, and he didn't care where she hit or if it hurt.
Yan Qiang didn't understand where the mother who loved her and her brother had gone.
But in three years, he seemed to have changed as a person.
Yan Qiang didn't want to ask anymore.
After she told Huo Qi's people to keep Liu Jinfang safe, she went out again, but she didn't go far. She just sat on the steps next to her and looked up at the moon.
She wants to wait for Yan Ce to come.
The footsteps came closer and closer, carrying a solemn meaning. Yan Qiang thought it was Yan Ce, and was pulled up as soon as she turned around.
"Are you stupid? You won't hide when she hits you?"
A gloomy voice came from above her head, and cold fingers fell on her face, causing her to "hiss".
Yan Qiang looked at Huo Qi's gloomy face and felt embarrassed and embarrassed.
"Didn't you leave?"
She turned her face away and refused to let Huo Qi touch her.
Huo Qi straightened her face to face him. He stared at her coldly, "You show your teeth and claws when you treat me, but you act like this when you treat others!"
Some are furious.
"That's my mother!"
Yan Qiang retorted speechlessly, "Is it possible that if my mother slaps me, do I have to slap her back?"
Huo Qi sneered coldly: "Does she think you are your daughter?"
Yan Qiang became silent and avoided his touch.
"do not move!"
Huo Qi's face became colder and colder, staring at the bright red slap mark on her face with eyes that seemed to kill someone.
"Where else did it hit?" he asked coldly.
The tone was obviously very fierce, but Yan Qiang's grievance couldn't stop pouring out at this moment.
She didn't cry when Liu Jinfang hit her, she didn't cry when she hit her head, and she didn't cry when Liu Jinfang turned her back and didn't even ask a question.
But when Huo Qi asked her fiercely where she hit, her eyes filled with tears.
Under the streetlight, the crystal clear eyes of her eyes fell into Huo Qi's eyes.
He paused.
"Why are you crying?"
His voice was still cold, but without the fierceness before. He stretched out his hand to wipe away her tears roughly, and his voice was a little softer, "Where did you hit it?"
Yan Qiang shook her head: "I knocked on the dining table, it's okay."
There was a distinct nasality to his voice.
"Which way?"
Huo Qi asked, but his eyes were already wandering over her head, wanting to see where she was knocking.
Yan Qiang pointed to the right.
Huo Qi turned his head and parted her hair and took a look. He touched her scalp with his fingers and frowned again, "It's a little swollen."
"It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore."
A rare soft voice.
The dim street lights shrouded her, and her whole body looked soft and delicate at this moment.
Just like when two people are passionately in love.
The two had kissed under the streetlight, and she was like this at that time. She liked to wrap her arms around his waist, look up at him with her beautiful eyes, and all she could see in her bright eyes was him.
Huo Qi couldn't help but lower his head to kiss her, touching her lips again and again, cautiously and restrained but still unable to help but want more.
But that was a long time ago.
Huo Qi's Adam's apple rolled.
But when he thought of her cold eyes and ridicule on the day they broke up, his eyes became cold in an instant, and his tone became mocking.
"You deserve the pain."
