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"Qiye!" Luo Jing's face was like a flower that instantly bloomed with brilliance, charming and charming, she walked over with a clever smile.

But after taking a few steps, he was fixed in place by Qi Ye's gaze, and his smile could hardly be maintained.

"I took the initiative to come here for this interview. We haven't seen each other for several years. Even if we are separated, we can go to have a meal to catch up!" Luo Jing is playing the tenderness card. In front of her, she was always gentle and restrained.

"It's not necessary."

"But, Seventh Master..."

The usual Qi Ye is not so nostalgic, did she say something wrong?

The eviction order was so sudden that Luo Jing was cut off without saying anything.

"see a visitor out."

Qi Ye didn't say anything more, Uncle Shun naturally understood the meaning, and from now on, Miss Luo's appointments can be directly rejected.

Luo Jing wanted to say something else, but when she saw the indifferent and almost rigid expression of the man close at hand, something seemed to hit her heart.

This reminded her of a night in the past.

When he found out that he was pregnant and told Qi Ye, he also looked indifferent, as if he was born heartless.

"I have enough children."

In a word, all her warmth and joy were shattered.

During those days, she woke up in despair and resentment. The real Seventh Master was neither gentle nor tolerant nor generous.

Under his calm appearance, it seems that there is a sword without temperature.

Without those soft emotions, he is a born leader, but also born mean and ruthless, maybe the little warmth left in his body has long been burned out.

"Then I'll go first, see you next time."

After Luo Jing left, Qi Ye's gaze turned to Li Yu who had been hanging his head as if he had done something wrong.

With only himself and Qiye left in the reception room, Li Yu felt that the gaze cast on him was real, giving him the illusion of being stripped naked and standing in front of this person.

His hair was so horrified that his scalp tingled, even speaking seemed redundant.

It turns out that Qi Ye's real name is Yan Yuan!

It should have been thought of long ago, with a surname of Yan, such well-trained bodyguards and such an aura that cannot be ignored, who else is there besides the legendary Qi Ye?

This man who looks only a few years older than Yan Chengzhou is actually the father of the crown prince.

"Are you here to be a stake?"

Qi Ye's words put Li Yu in a dilemma.

Li Yu knew that he was here to prove his sincerity, so he thought about his words and handed over the deformed invitation, "If you are free, can you come to see me? I look forward to your coming."

Qiye didn't take it.

"If I take it, how can you thank me?"

thank you

It was only now that Li Yu remembered that Qi Ye never said that he would accept the invitation when he came.

Already a bit want to retreat, the mere existence of this man is creepy.

Before Li Yu retracted his hand, the invitation was accepted, followed by Qi Ye's shadow covering him, and a light and light sentence came down, "Pay your debts."

His mind went blank, he never expected that a serious elder would say such shameless words.

This Seventh Master...wouldn't have any special hobbies.

Is this to take care of him?

Li Yu took a step back.

Afterwards, a muffled laugh escaped from his throat, revealing a trace of sexy magnetism, probably because Li Yu's demeanor of being scared out of his wits and pretending to be calm was amused.

"Is this your sincerity?"

Li Yu bent down quickly, afraid that what Qi Ye said was true, "Thank you for agreeing to come here, if there is anything I can do for you in the future, I will definitely die."

No one can say beautiful words.

Anyway, as long as Master Qi doesn't really let him pay his debts.

Qi Ye strayed out and walked out, "Follow me."

Following Master Qi to the basement, there was no one else on the way, not even the bodyguard who had been inseparable every step of the way.

Until both of them got into the car, Li Yu sat motionless in the passenger seat.

Suddenly, Master Qi leaned over, Li Yu was like a tightly stretched law.

Stiff and motionless.

Staggered to send Li Yu the seat belt, "What are you afraid of? Afraid that I will eat you?"

This pose looks like a hug from a distance.

Li Yu looked at Qi Ye calmly, and squeezed as much as possible to the back of the chair, trying to make his sense of existence infinitely smaller.

This was the first time he had looked at this man so closely, and he felt this indescribable sense of oppression more intuitively.

"Don't worry, I won't shoot a child."

An ambiguous statement, as if saying something would have happened if it hadn't been the child.