But it’s also great to have a big brother who doesn’t seem to be messed with. When Liu Xiaopang was a child, those bad boys said she was a motherless wild child. Qi Si caught her and apologized to her, and then he never dared to mess with her again.
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That was the first time in her life that someone supported her. Under his protection, she felt as at ease as a cat.
【Stop being bullied.】
The clear and gentle voice has been kept in my heart for many years, giving her strength and helping her grow during the years when no one was protecting her.
For many years after that, remembering this sentence, she gritted her teeth and protected herself from being bullied every step of the way.
God is so merciful, he is still alive.
Let her meet him again.
Xu Qingchan stared at the man swinging the club with a lingering gaze, her eyes slightly hot.
The ball was thrown far away. Qi Si stared at the ball a hundred meters away and looked back.
Suddenly looking at each other, Xu Qingchan didn't have time to express her expression, and the man didn't miss the complex emotions in her eyes.
She was also quite emotional when we first met.
That kind of look makes people suspicious.
Seeing that his ball flew far away and there was no other follower around him, Xu Qingchan reacted quickly and put away the blanket and spontaneously helped him pick up the ball.
Qi Si also acquiesced in her role as a ball-picking boy. In the next few times, she ran to far away places to find the ball without much rest. The ball was too small and the sky was getting dark. She had to patrol the grass several times.
Only then did I find it.
Running back and forth, she broke into a thin sweat and became hot from running.
It is reasonable to suspect that Qi Si made her suffer on purpose.
When it was getting dark, he took off his gloves and handed the clubs to the staff who finally appeared.
"My vision is not good in the evening, thank you for your hard work, Miss Xu."
Xu Qingchan was noncommittal, "Mr. Qi, do you have something to say to me?"
Qi Si put on his coat, "Special Assistant Yan hasn't thanked you for Miss Xu's help last time. I wonder if I would be honored to invite you to dinner?"
Xu Qingchan paused, knowing that this was the dinner where he was going to settle accounts.
However, she still agreed.
It was a rare opportunity to have dinner with him, and there was delicious food. Even if she excused herself, he wouldn't let her go easily.
The Maybach was driving on the asphalt road, and the scenery outside the window receded. She glanced sideways, and the evening breeze was very pleasant——
If you ignore the man with a solemn aura in the back seat.
I don’t know what kind of perfume he used, but it smelled very good. The first time I walked into his room in Lishangsi, I smelled this clear and powerful fragrance of fir, which was clean and yet mysteriously deep.
It was simply tailor-made for him.
Halfway through, the man's deep voice spoke, "Ms. Xu's computer skills are very good. Where did you study before?"
Qi Si was a little surprised by this answer. Mo Tong looked at her and said, "You are very talented."
"Thanks."
She squeezed out two words dryly, not knowing how to continue the topic.
The tension I felt when I was with him never diminished as I grew older.
The topic ended. Qi Si seemed to be aware of her restraint and did not continue talking about anything else.
She turned her brain rapidly, trying to find some topics to talk about. Her thin lips opened and closed, but the words that came to her lips felt a hundred times unsatisfactory. In the end, before she even said a word, the car had stopped in front of the Barot-style building.
The fountain lights were warm and yellow, and people in suits and vests came out to greet them and respectfully led them upstairs.
The carpet in the private room is soft, and the retro European wall lamps cast shadows, reflecting the golden color of the sunset on the champagne roses on the table. There are good-smelling incense burning next to it, and the surrounding environment is comfortable and relaxing.
The exquisite dinner was served soon, and Xu Qingchan lowered her eyes and ate quietly.
Fill your stomach first so that you can have the strength to deal with his cross-examination later.
The man was polite and considerate, and his posture was slow and unhurried, as if he was waiting for her to eat her fill first.
His eyes fell lightly on her. The woman's facial features were fair and cold, and her eyebrows were deep.
From his appearance to his eyes and his voice, he was cold.
This kind of coldness is not indifferent and alienated, it is as quiet as the breeze in the forest.
You can't see it, you can't touch it, you can only feel it intuitively.
Her fingers holding the fork were slender and beautiful, her pink nails were shiny, and a faint scar on her ring finger was somewhat conspicuous on her fair skin.
Seeing that she had almost finished eating, he slowly lifted his lips and asked, "When did Miss Xu's hand get injured?"
Xu Qingchan's heart skipped a beat, "I accidentally cut it while cooking at home two days ago."
"So careless?"
"I was watching TV and chopping vegetables, and I accidentally injured myself."
The man's expression remained normal, "What program are you watching that you are so fascinated by?"
"China...poetry conference."
"It is indeed a very attractive program." He opened his thin lips lightly, "But you still have to concentrate on cooking. The kitchen is not a safe place."
Xu Qingchan nodded, "I learned my lesson and won't do it again in the future."
After another moment of silence, Qi Si poured some wine for her and asked in a low voice, "What was Miss Xu busy with last weekend?"
The hand that was cutting the steak paused slightly. Xu Qingchan drank some of the wine he poured before slowly saying: "Take Little Milk to the pet hospital for a follow-up consultation."
"Little Milk is the name of the dog I picked up."
Forcing her gaze to look straight at him, the man's thin lips moved slightly and his dark eyes stared at her, "What about tonight?"
His gaze was so threatening that Xu Qingchan turned her eyes slightly and pretended to be thinking, "I'm having a drink and hot pot at home with my friends."
The box door was pushed open, and the waiter brought the freshly cooked king crab to the table. Xu Qingchan took a brief breath.
After they left, she took two bites of crab meat, but the person opposite didn't let her enjoy the food this time. His deep magnetic voice sounded, "Is there a possibility that Miss Xu got drunk and went to the bar again."
"It's nothing. We fell asleep on the sofa that day and never went out."
She pushed over a photo with her long finger. In the picture, she was dragging a drunk Yang Wanwan to wait for the bus on the side of the bar.
"I..." Xu Qingchan pursed her lips and couldn't help but think about it. From the perspective of the photo, it was taken from a car. Could it be that he had the ability to predict the future and had already found someone to squat down and take pictures of her?
Qi Si said calmly: "Ms. Xu has excellent computer skills. Although there are no surveillance cameras, there are car videos everywhere these days."
"It seems... we drank some wine at home that night and got a little drunk. Later, we probably went out in a daze and had no memory." Xu Qingchan justified what he just said, "... why did you suddenly ask me about my itinerary?
?Did you meet Mr. Qi that night?"
Qi Si took out a small velvet gift box and opened it. Inside was a string of red bodhi beads. He pinched the beads with his long fingers and lifted his lips. "I have mild insomnia. Thanks to Miss Xu, I couldn't sleep that night."
Very good."
Seeing the Buddhist beads and hearing the words "Sleep well", Xu Qingchan felt even more guilty.
I'm so dizzy, can I not sleep well?
"……how do I say this?"
Putting back the beads and closing the box, Qi Si leaned back on the chair calmly and calmly, with dark eyes as dark as ink, without saying a word.
The air seemed a little dull for a moment, and my breathing became lighter.
Xu Qingchan's previous thoughts were too simple. Denial and pretending to be stupid are useless in front of this man. When he wants to watch you perform, he will remain calm and not expose you. When he doesn't want to watch, it will be difficult for you to maintain your composure on your face.
My patience with acting with her seems to have come to an end.
Next is your chance to confess.
She pinched her fingers and said in a low voice: "I'm sorry..."
"It's a misunderstanding, I can explain it."
Qi Si asked calmly: "Miss Xu, what am I sorry for?"
Her eyes were lowered, "I didn't mean to stun you. My friend was taken away by Mu Xiuze at that time. I was in a hurry to save her. In desperation, I went to the wrong room and accidentally hurt you."
"I was a little scared after the incident. I drank some wine that night, and I blacked out the surveillance camera out of confusion. I actually wanted to apologize to you, but it seems I missed the best opportunity."
The man lifted his lips word by word and helped her add, "So I tried to get away with it with a sense of luck, but I didn't want my hand to fall in my room."
Xu Qingchan lowered her eyebrows and said, "I'm sorry."
She stood up, held up the wine glass and nodded slightly, with a sincere attitude, "I'm really sorry. I accidentally hurt you and you escaped so shamelessly. I've been having a hard time these past two days. I blame myself and worry. I should have known that you would find out. Now let's talk about it.
I'm relieved now that you're done. Just calm down and I can bear all the blame."
The attitude of punishing himself with three cups of wine was sincere. Qi Si stared at her silently, his expression calm, not like he was angry, nor could he show any joy or anger.
After thinking for a moment, Xu Qingchan reached for the wine again, planning to give her one more drink.
But he accidentally knocked over the scented candle on the table, and the hot candle tears poured down his wrist, and he couldn't hold back a short breath.
He hurriedly raised his hand and blew on it. The heat came and went quickly. The tears of the candle solidified and adhered to it. He gently pressed it down, and the white and tender skin was still red.
"Are you okay?" the man asked in a clear and magnetic voice.
"It's okay, the candle tears won't hurt anyone, it only hurts for two seconds."
Qi Si's gaze still stayed on her wrist, and looking up, the sleeves that had just been rolled up in a hurry revealed bruises and bruises.
"These injuries..."
Xu Qingchan curled her lips and said in a disapproving tone, "There will inevitably be some fighting scenes in filming, and the actors will all have some bruises. It just looks bluffing and doesn't hurt."
After dinner, Qi Si sent her back without mentioning anything about pursuing her on the way.
I drank several glasses of wine tonight, but fortunately it wasn't too strong, so I wasn't so drunk that I couldn't tell the difference between east and west, but I still felt dizzy.
After getting in the car, she obediently reported her address and leaned her head against the backrest to adjust her drunkenness and thoughts.
The driver in front of him was sitting upright. It was the first time he saw Mr. Si sending a woman home so late. Although he was surprised, his work attitude was not negligent at all and he didn't dare to glance at the back seat.
Xu Qingchan collected her thoughts for a while. Although her head was still heavy, she felt that her thinking was clear and active.
Slow motion, looking sideways at the man hiding in the dark, his figure is straight and slender, the shadows of street lights are passing through, and the outline of his facial features is clear and blurry.
She perfectly inherited Aunt Lu’s superior physical appearance.
Her eyes were slightly hot, and she licked the corners of her dry mouth. The alcohol slowly brought out the obscurity that had been suppressed for a long time.
"Qi Si." He called in a low voice without realizing it was coming out.
He turned around and looked at her with his deep eyes.
Realizing that she had made a mistake, Xu Qingchan swallowed, "Mr. Qi."
"sorry."
He muttered mixed with alcohol, and every word was firm.
Looking at her through the occasional street lamp on the roadside, a layer of coldness was removed from her slightly drunken face, and her eyebrows were filled with mist, as if she wanted to take him into her heart, but also as if her eyes were unfocused.
Does she blame herself for what happened that night to this extent?
Qi Si knew that she had drunk a lot, and blamed him for not persuading her.