Quickly wear the fishing style beauty be again

There were no clothes in the handsome manor that could fit Yan Qingning, so Qin Zhuoan randomly picked up a few short clothes from his wardrobe and gave them to Yan Qingning.

But at this time, he had to add one more sentence: "Don't think that I am interested in you. I just picked some unwanted clothes for you."

Xiaobai: [Task target love value +5, current love value is: 25. 】

Yan Qingning knew his little thoughts, but didn't try to expose them. He just smiled and agreed.

The person Qin Zhuoan chose to make glasses for him was very agile, and he made a brand new pair of glasses frames in just two days.

As for the prescription of the glasses, Qin Zhuoan didn't know, so he pushed Yan Qingning out and asked him to explain it to the owner of the optical shop.

It wasn't until the moon-white gown was sent that Qin Zhuo'an re-dressed him up to look like the humble young master he had first seen.Yan Qingning was always puzzled by Qin Zhuoan's inexplicable persistence.

For example, most of the clothes Qin Zhuoan had custom-made for him were light-colored gowns, and the gold-rimmed glasses were exactly the same as those that Qin Zhuoan stepped on in the Goulan Courtyard.

It's not that Yan Qingning didn't think about asking him why, but every time he asked, Qin Zhuo'an would lightly block him: "I just ordered the cloth shop to make clothes according to your size. Who knows why they have to make long shirts?" style.

As for the glasses, I had already planned to ask the boss to make them copper, or iron, but he had to go to the trouble of making them from gold. "

He told lies that were obvious to be false at a glance, but he was able to "deceive" Yan Qingning in a self-righteous way every time.

Xiaobai: [Task target love value +5, current love value is: 30. 】

Qin Zhuoan sat where he was, his eyes focused on Yan Qingning, expecting to receive a compliment from him. This had become the most tacit understanding of their interactions in the past few days.

However, instead of receiving praise from Yan Qingning, he was greeted by a soldier who came to report.

"Marshal Qin, Marshal Jiang and his concubine came to visit. They said they wanted to take a look at your new gadget to relieve your boredom, Marshal."

"A new gadget to relieve boredom?" Yan Qingning frowned and looked at him sideways: "Have you got anything for fun lately, Marshal?"

Qin Zhuoan felt a little guilty at this question. He subconsciously sat upright and did not dare to look at Yan Qingning. As if to hide something, he answered simply and clearly: "No!"

Yan Qingning stared at him in disbelief for a while. Before he could ask again, a familiar voice came from outside.

"Hey, how come there are still people who still don't recognize their status in Marshal Qin's house?"

Yan Qingning froze, and the pen he was holding in his hand fell to the ground without warning. The ink stained on the tip of the pen hit the rice paper, and the splashed ink spots fell on the moon-white gown he had just changed into.

Qin Zhuo'an noticed Yan Qingning's discomfort and stepped forward to hold Yan Qingning in his arms. His face was cold and he looked at the two people who were rushing over in the dust: "Jiang, if you can't speak, I don't mind taking him." Your tongue was cut!"

"Look what Marshal Qin said, he really knows how to joke." Jiang Qi's face turned ugly for a moment. He hugged his aunt Xu Pingyi and greeted Qin Zhuo'an with a fake smile.

The moment Yan Qingning saw him, her whole face turned pale, her fingers trembled unnaturally, and she narrowed her eyes to avoid Jiang Qi's gaze.

"I don't usually make jokes." He noticed Yan Qingning's unnatural trembling, and his tone of voice was a bit colder.

The smile on Jiang Qi's face faded, and his eyes fell on Yan Qingning with malicious intent: "Speaking of which, I am still an old acquaintance with the young master in Marshal Qin's arms!"

Yan Qingning calmed down, took a long breath and stared at him angrily: "Jiang Qi, we are by no means old acquaintances."

"Haha..." Jiang Qi chuckled, touching his chin and jokingly said: "What? The Yan family is gone, but the eldest young master still retains his pride?"

For the first time, Qin Zhuo'an felt Yan Qingning's anger towards others so intuitively. He frowned, pressed Yan Qingning into his arms, and looked at Jiang Qi unkindly: "Why did you come to see me today?"

"Shuai Qin, don't be so nervous. It's just because you took away a piece of clothing I ordered at Buzhuang. Marshal Jiang just wanted to ask you why." Xu Pingyi smiled and explained her purpose, avoiding the relevant questions. Yan Qingning's topic.

"So what if I got the clothes?" Qin Zhuo'an was not stupid. He naturally knew that these two people came here with no good intentions. He raised his eyebrows and asked them, "What? Are you here to settle a score with me?"

"What did Marshal Qin say? It's just a piece of clothing. It doesn't matter if it's given to Marshal Qin. It's just..." Jiang Qi changed the subject and said with a look of embarrassment: "I want to ask, who is Marshal Qin? How do you plan to deal with this feudal remnant?"

"What do you mean by this?" Qin Zhuo'an glanced at him and said half-sarcastically: "Do you think I should throw him into the Goulan Courtyard like you and let him be taught to be a plaything that serves men?"

Yan Qingning nestled quietly in his arms, her shallow eyes covered by gold-rimmed glasses contained mist-like emotions that were hard to see or fathom.

Jiang Qi glanced at him: "Earlier, I specially led people to wipe out the entire Yan family, but it was a pity that the eldest young man who had just returned from studying abroad escaped by chance. I originally thought that since he survived, he would just use it as a toy to relieve his boredom. Throw him to the Goulan Courtyard and teach him the rules, but who would have thought that Marshal Qin would take him away in the middle of the journey."

"The left and right are just playthings. Marshal Qin can take them as he likes." He looked at Qin Zhuoan's subconscious action of holding Yan Qingning tightly, and laughed out loud with unknown meaning: "I just have to remind Marshal Qin that after all, this toy is It's just a plaything, a remnant of feudalism.

Marshal Qin, please don’t be sincere..."

"Ha..." Qin Zhuo'an stared at him for a while, sneered, pushed Yan Qingning out of his arms without any warning, and reached out to pinch Yan Qingning's fragile neck.

"You actually think that this handsome man can be attracted by a thing that relieves boredom?" Qin Zhuoan's hand on his neck gradually tightened, and he didn't look at all with any pity.

There were purple fingerprints on Yan Qingning's neck, and the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose were knocked off by Qin Zhuoan's sudden movement and fell to his ears.

He struggled to hold Qin Zhuo'an's hand, trying to ask for help in order to get a chance to breathe, but Qin Zhuo'an didn't give him a chance to speak.

A drop of clear tears gradually condensed in his eyes that were red due to suffocation, slid down the end of his eyes, and seeped into Qin Zhuoan's fingers.

When he was about to die, he looked at Qin Zhuo'an silently, his misty eyes seemed to be asking Qin Zhuo'an:

Do you want to... kill me too?

Qin Zhuoan's hand relaxed slightly, but he sneered at Jiang Qi: "Do you still feel it now?"

Fortunately, although Jiang Qi came specifically to find Qin Zhuoan unhappy, he did not intend to cause any harm to anyone.

Looking at Yan Qingning's red eyes, he felt a little softer: "Commander Qin, why are you doing this?"

"The left and right are nothing more than playthings. It would be bad luck to kill them if they cause trouble. Why don't you keep them first to relieve your boredom?"

Qin Zhuo'an seemed to think about it after hearing this, threw him on the sofa, crossed his legs and looked at Jiang Qi: "What you said makes some sense."

"It's just a medicine jar that doesn't live long. It's a good choice to keep it to relieve boredom."

Yan Qingning lay half-lying on the sofa, breathing heavily, her knuckles turning pale.His light eyes were full of disappointment, and he looked at Qin Zhuo'an who was discussing his value with Jiang Qi through a layer of mist.

That man never regarded him as an equal...

He is just a toy used to relieve boredom...

Even the value is a plaything defined by others...

The round nails dug into the palm of the hand, bringing with it a dull pain.

"Qin Zhuo'an, you will pay the price for your arrogance..." He said this very softly, almost like a whisper, and only he could hear it.