Master Jiu, my wife is wearing countless vests!

Long Qingcheng stood up and was about to get out of bed when the man moved faster than her. He almost grabbed the girl's white ankle and with one force, he pulled the girl directly from the bed into his arms.

His hoarse voice sounded in the girl's ear, "Throw it away after use?"

Long Qingcheng's face turned red: "..." What does it mean to throw away after use?

"Di Yuanjue, please let go first." She struggled for a while and pressed her hands on the strong arms. Seeing the protruding veins in the man's arms, she couldn't move at all, so she had no choice but to let her hands hang down on both sides.

She raised her head and looked at the man above her, a little aggrieved: "I haven't showered yet, Di Yuanjue, I stink."

Although Long Qingcheng is not mysophobic, the weather is hot in summer and her body is very sticky at the end of the day. She doesn't like it, so she has to take a shower every night.

But the man buried his face in his neck, "I will protect you well from now on, so that nothing like this will happen again." Fortunately, Zhou Huan knew about Long Qingcheng when the incident happened. He couldn't believe that if Long Qingcheng If something really happened to Qingcheng, what would he do?

He will kill everyone.

Let everyone die badly.

Let everyone apologize to Long Qingcheng.

Long Qingcheng held the man's arm tightly with both hands and patted it gently. His bright eyes were very clear, his appearance was gentle, but his words were very domineering, "It's not your fault, it's that idiot who dared to put something in my cup..." …”

As long as she thought of Bai Niannian's methods, she wanted to beat Bai Niannian violently.

I just didn't expect that Bai Niannian would be involved with Zhuang Yang, but even if he didn't kill her, Zhuang Yang would definitely not let her go.

Di Yuanjue faced the girl's appearance and rubbed her head with compassion, "Go take a shower." Don't worry, no one who hurts you will escape.

-

The moonlight was bright, and the light fell on the dim alley. You could vaguely see the back door being opened, and a petite figure walking out.

She threw the wig on her head into the trash can, then clasped her long hair with both hands, and walked over with a graceful step.

"I don't know what's going on with Qingcheng. She's been here and there."

This person is Cheng Lin.

She was about to leave, but in the next second, a figure suddenly pressed down on her from behind. Before Cheng Lin had time to react, she felt all the weight of a man's body pressing towards her.

Unfortunately, Cheng Lin, who was wearing a ten-centimetre-high pair of pants, was almost crushed to the ground.

She pushed the person next to her hard, "Get up."

Qin Wuyue's body was as hot as a furnace, and because his lower body was disabled and unable to move, he almost hugged Cheng Lin without letting go. He raised his head almost irrationally, "Help me..."

Feeling something strange in her lower body, Cheng Lin let out a "fuck", and the man's tongue came in forcefully.

Cheng Lin grabbed the man's arm with both hands, but her body was like a steel pipe, unable to move at all.

She wants to kill this bastard! ! !

-

At two-thirty in the morning, Long Qingcheng and Di Yuanjue had a midnight snack.

The food is very simple, including millet porridge, steamed buns, shrimp dumplings, fried dough sticks, and tofu puffs.

Long Qingcheng picked up the millet porridge next to her and took a few bites. She glanced at Di Yuanjue next to her from the corner of her eye and asked lightly, "Aren't you sleeping?"

"Qingcheng, are you worried about me?"

The man who also picked up the millet porridge and was eating it raised his head, the corners of his mouth curved, and his dark voice sounded. When he finished speaking, his eyebrows were raised a little, and his voice was quite sexy.

The cell phone on the sofa was ringing. Long Qingcheng threw down the spoon, stood up, walked a few steps, and stopped. From the corner of his eye, he saw the man still drinking millet porridge slowly. Even in his normal actions, he looked very dignified. appearance.

She looked deep and spoke slowly, "You fainted, and I don't have the strength to help you. After dinner, go to bed quickly."

Di Yuanjue stood up and smiled, which even made Long Qingcheng feel that something very bad was about to happen. Sure enough, the man came up, wrapped his hands around the girl's waist, pressed his chin against the girl's shoulder bone, and opened his lips: "Now Everyone at the front desk is already asleep, Qingcheng, I have no choice but to give you half of the bed."

Long Qingcheng clenched his phone, gritted his teeth, pointed at the sofa and said, "You can sleep on the sofa."

"The sofa is too hard and I can't stand it."

The phone was still ringing. Long Qingcheng looked at a series of familiar numbers and took a deep breath, "Half, only half."

After saying that, he took his mobile phone and left the living room.

Di Yuanjue, who left Long Qingcheng, instantly turned back into the cold-blooded and ruthless person he was.

Di Yuanjue's eyes were sharp. He turned to look at Ying Lei and issued an order, "Contact that old man and tell him to cancel all marriage arrangements. I will take people back in person soon."

Shadow Lei nodded: "Yes."

-

Since the party, Long Qingcheng began to go to Qin Wuyue's home to start the second course of treatment for his legs.

Acupuncture.

At this moment, Qin Wuyue was lying on the bed, his legs were naked without any clothes, his private area was covered with a blanket, and his thin legs underneath were covered with silver needles.

Qin Wuyue was in pain at first and couldn't say anything. His forehead was covered in sweat. The assistant next to him wiped it for him and took two steps back, keeping a safe distance.

Qin Wuyue wanted to distract his attention from his legs. Looking at the woman playing with her mobile phone, he asked curiously: "You are so good at medicine, why don't you major in medicine?"

Long Qingcheng rolled his eyes at Qin Wuyue and said sarcastically, "How do you know that I didn't choose medicine?"

The meaning of this is very obvious.

Qin Wuyue put his right hand on his lips and smiled, "It seems that you have chosen Beijing University. Don't you regret it? Why don't you go to Ivy League University?"

"What do you regret? Didn't you travel abroad?"

This mouth really doesn't know how to be merciful and merciful.

He was so angry that his liver ached: "You are the only one who dares to talk to me like this. I owed you two in my previous life. When he left, he left you here without stopping."

Di Yuanjue just left yesterday. Before leaving, he warned Qin Wuyue that if anything happened to her, he would overthrow the Qin family.

Look, is this human language?

I am your old mother, and I look after your wife for you.

Long Qingcheng ignored the man in front of him, lowered his head and kept typing.

Qin Wuyue frowned, and his deep voice sounded inquisitive, "Who are you chatting with? Are you so happy? Di Yuanjue?"

Long Qingcheng closed the phone, stood up, and when Qin Wuyue was unprepared, he took out the needles. With a smirk on his lips, he pulled out the needles one after another very quickly.

Qin Wuyue's eyes widened, "Long Qingcheng, you are a murderer of a thousand swords!" He groaned and clenched his fists tightly with both hands. It hurt, but he couldn't shout. He, the young master, needed face.

And when he was resisting, Long Qingcheng's evil voice sounded in his ears, "People die from talking too much, the eldest young master of the Qin family."

Qin Wuyue stared at the woman in front of him.

The woman's smile was charming and her voice was cold and charming: "Of course I'm going on a date!"

Di Yuanjue is abroad. You, a woman, want to date him?