Chunxiang's anger rose, and she wanted to go forward and argue with him.
"Chunxiang, there are not many things to do." Fang Qing stopped her impulse with a cold look. She rubbed the faint and throbbing pain between her eyebrows. In this world, there are always people who like to interfere with her tranquility.
She raised her eyes and looked at the handsome young man coldly.
"Excuse me, sir, does this table belong to you?"
Although the handsome boy was surprised that she asked such a question, he still shook his head. "No."
"So does this chair belong to you?"
"no."
"So the place where you and I are standing belongs to your home?"
"Of course not." The handsome young man wondered how someone could ask such a stupid question. He really felt that there was something wrong with Fang Qing's head.
"Since it's not the place between you and me, you drink your tea and I drink mine, and we don't mind if you sit across from us, why should you mind if we sit across from you?" Fang Qing asked Junqiao in return.
The young man asked.
Well--
He looked at Fang Qing dumbfounded. That was true, but, but, he always felt that something was wrong.
Chunxiang was happy when she saw how deflated he was.
"That's right, nothing belongs to your family. Why don't you let us sit here? We can sit here if we like. We can stay here if we like. Do you care if we do whatever we want? We really have enough to eat and nothing to do. We are still alive.
One can only hold on." She did not forget to ridicule the handsome young man, making faces at him and sticking out her tongue.
"You——" The handsome young man's face turned red with anger, and he drew his sword in anger.
"Huo Gang." There was a bit of magnetism in the alto and bass in the clear tone. The man in white raised his hand and put down the teacup politely.
Huo Gang immediately sheathed his sword and stood aside in silence.
"Girls, I'm sorry. The book boy was rude. I apologize to the two girls for him." He stretched out his hand to raise his glass.
Sudden--
Cough cough cough - cough cough cough -
The sound of violent coughing sounded to everyone's ears, as if they were about to die. The man in white covered his lips with white silk, and the enchanting blood dyed the white silk was shocking.
Ah - Chunxiang gasped. She moved her chair and quietly separated herself from the man in white.
"Master." Huo Gang looked at him worriedly.
"I'm fine." A soft laugh floated out from the cloak. "I scared you two girls, I'm sorry."
At this time, the waiter had already brought out fragrant tea and snacks.
"Girl, tea and snacks for you two." The waiter put the plates on the table and left.
Chunxiang glared at the other side with an annoyed look. "How can we still eat after everything is like this?" She was more worried about whether the man who was coughing and about to die had any infectious diseases. "Miss Third, I think we should continue
Let's go on our way." If the infection is passed on to her and the third lady, it would be a great injustice to them.
"Since you ordered food, finish it before leaving. Don't waste it." How could Fang Qing not know what this little girl was thinking. She shook her head, fetched a cup, poured tea, drank tea, and moistened it.
Throat, and then quickly swallow a small snack on the plate.
Chunxiang looked at Fang Qing in surprise, how could the third lady still eat snacks at this time?
"Chunxiang, it tastes good, do you want to try it?" Fang Qing raised her eyebrows lightly.
"Miss Third—" Miss Third just watched the bloody scene, didn't she feel nauseated? How could she still eat food so naturally?
"Don't want to eat?" Fang Qing sighed softly. "That's a pity. Pack it up and go back and eat it on the way." She called the waiter and asked him to pack the snacks, and then she paid the silver.
Turning his head, he found that Chunxiang was still sitting like a wooden figure.
"Chunxiang, it's time for us to go."
Chunxiang is still in a daze.
"Chunxiang, it's on fire!"
"It's on fire, it's on fire, it's on fire, Miss Third, let's run away quickly." Chunxiang murmured to herself, but was shocked to find that everyone in the teahouse was staring at her in surprise.
"Miss Third, you lied to me." Chunxiang muttered dissatisfiedly.
Fang Qing glanced at her lightly. "Let's go, it's almost time."
"Oh——" She pushed the wheelchair out of the small teahouse depressedly.
The man in white clothes by the window watched the scene quietly, and a flash of ice-blue light as fast as lightning flashed across his bottomless eyes under his cloak.
Cough cough cough - cough cough cough -
He started coughing again.
A life-threatening cough.
The blood is as red as flowers, another piece of white silk wasted.