Lure the villain! Crazy batch! Top stunner makes you crazy

Qi Yan's original intention was to retreat in order to advance. Through rejection, she showed that she had no obsession with Mohe's position, thereby gaining trust.

But she seemed to have too many roles, and Lu Yan really dismissed her.

Cang! sky! ah! !

Qi Yan covered her face to hide her ferocious expression.

In Lu Yan's eyes, this action made her cry with joy.

Does she hate Mohe so much?

Yes, a gang that organizes prostitution, manufactures and sells drugs is indeed worthy of being detested.

"Let's go." Lu Yan said.

Qi Yan didn't respond and raised her head blankly: "Where are you going?"

"my home."

Lu Yan took two steps forward, and all the sunlight that had been blocked by him poured onto her face, coating it with a layer of soft light. She still didn't understand what he meant.

He frowned: "Not letting you get in touch with Mohe's business is my biggest step back. If you want to find someone else to support you, you can give it a try."

Qi Yan jumped down the steps immediately when she saw it, with a bright smile on her face: "When it comes to money and power, of course no one can compare to you."

She stepped forward and took his arm with her left hand, leaning towards him affectionately, "Want to eat?"

Her tone was friendly and natural, and the incident just now was revealed, all the grudges disappeared, and she didn't care about the minutiae.

Lu Yan was a little surprised by her atmosphere.

The two went to a nearby restaurant, had a simple meal and then returned home.

Lu Yan has a house in a high-end community in a luxurious area in the city center. He often lives here. Qi Yan has been here several times before, but each time she just sat on the sofa and never stayed overnight.

She very much adheres to her three principles of care: eating with her, drinking with her, and chatting with her.

Lu Yan didn't bother to force her to go to bed. Although he almost saw through her with his eyes several times, he still restrained himself.

Qi Yan took off her high heels, ran to the bathroom in a few steps, and closed the bathroom door with one kick. She moved so quickly that she really thought this was her home.

When she came out, she found a pair of slippers prepared for her at the bathroom door.

She put it on with a smile and looked for Lu Yan in the room. When she found Lu Yan in the cloakroom, he was changing clothes.

He was wearing a black vest, revealing the lines of strong muscles. Every texture was smooth and powerful. His back was wide and firm, and his waist was narrow, like a perfect sculpture.

There were several scars on his back, clinging to his back ferociously like centipedes, showing that every cut was deep enough to the bone.

Lu Yan noticed her gaze and hung up his coat, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just enjoy it." Her eyes moved down and landed on Lu Yan's abdomen. The tight black vest could vaguely see the abdominal muscle lines covered underneath.

Lu Yan's figure is extremely explosive, and he is worthy of being a man in power who has fought his way to power.

He took out a loose half-sleeve shirt from the cloakroom closet and threw it in her face: "Go and change."

Qi Yan's head was covered by a white half-sleeve. She opened a corner and said, "But I don't have any pants. How about you ask the second boss to buy me some shorts?"

"Are you crazy?" Lu Yan glanced at her. Pan Shenwen was not a subordinate who could be manipulated at will. He was a serious second-in-command with no less power than him.

"Just saying casually, how dare I order the second boss."

Qi Yan got into the bathroom with her half-sleeved sleeves. Since her arm was still in a plaster, it was a bit troublesome to change it.

She spent more than half an hour in the bathroom before changing her clothes.

Lu Yan sat back on the sofa and put on his home black silk pajamas. He placed a silver laptop on his knees. He typed on the keyboard with his long and strong hands and looked at the screen intently.

When he had time, he glanced at her.

The woman was wearing his half-sleeves, and the hem even reached her thighs, covering her slim body. Her pair of delicate and tight white legs were dangling in front of him. It was obvious at a glance that she was probably only wearing underwear underneath.

"Qi Yan, I don't touch you because I don't like rape, but that doesn't mean I'm dead." Lu Yan said solemnly.

Qi Yan, who was heating hot water, paused. She straightened up and said, "Why don't you bear with me, boss? You have already taken me home. These are all things I have to face."

Lu Yan rubbed his eyebrows and tried to focus on the computer.

While communicating with the commanders of other districts, he was unconsciously observing what she was doing.

... She boiled hot water, took out coffee from the kitchen and made a cup.

Well, she drank it herself without his share.

...She watered the flowers and green plants in the house.

I watered too much, and the water from under the flower pot spread all over the floor, and the flower pot holder couldn't catch it.

Shit, that’s his desert rose, you can’t water this thing!

"Qi Yan." Lu Yan gritted his teeth, "Put down the mess in your hands!"

Qi Yan, who was holding a mop, blinked: "Huh?"

Seeing that Lu Yan's expression was extremely ugly, and thinking of the way he could beat people to death, she immediately mopped the floor clean, came to sit next to him with a smile, and said to please: "Boss, is there anything I need to tell you?"

He stared at her coldly: "How many men have you kept?"

"Let me count, one, two..." She stretched out her slender hands and counted them one by one. The more fingers she stretched out, the uglier Lu Yan's face became.

After counting, she smiled charmingly: "Not many, seven or eight."

"Are you always restless in every house?"

She bit her red lips and thought about it carefully, as if she was really recalling the fun things she had with her previous rich men.

The evil fire in Lu Yan's heart that wanted to kill people surged into his heart. His fists clenched and unclenched, and veins appeared.

"roll."

Qi Yan didn't expect to be scolded now, so she leaned back on the sofa as if she was boneless: "My arm is broken and I can't roll." She stretched her head and looked at Lu Yan's laptop screen, "Are you busy? "

On the screen, there was a chat between Lu Yan and the commander. The commander's code name and real name were noted on the chat box. This was the real list she needed!