If it was said that Yan Qianyu's Yin man Tiaozi acted in a low-handed manner just now, now his bold and fierce offensive made the Japanese ninja who just disdained to fight with him suddenly change his expression.
Chop! Cut! Stab! The most basic sword techniques were used by Yan Qianyu on the sword. Surprisingly, the effect was obvious. Two guys who were not used to Yan Qianyu's change of sword techniques were knocked to the ground.
The gap of ten to one suddenly dropped to two to one. This huge psychological gap made the two remaining guys secretly curse the boss who assigned them the task. They are the dead men of the family, but it does not mean that they are unwilling
Survive. The two people who were completely exhausted looked at each other. They were confused, ignorant, and desperate. Maybe these were the only things left in their hearts now.
It has always been Yan Qianyu's habit to keep a whistleblower. Defeating the enemy when he is at his strongest will leave a real psychological shadow on the enemy. Yan Qianyu, who killed a guy with lightning speed, suddenly found out that the last remaining person was left behind.
That ninja was the wretched man he secretly identified in his heart.
Throwing away the samurai sword in his hand, Yan Qianyu curled his lips and said: "Don't look at me with that look. It's you who are here to kill me. I'm just trying to protect myself. Go back and tell the people behind you that I will meet you when I have time."
Let’s play slowly with you.”
After saying that, he turned and left. The wretched man, who was facing a formidable enemy, breathed a sigh of relief. At least now the scary guy was gone.
The messy highway proved everything that had just happened, and after Yan Qianyu returned to his Mercedes-Benz S600, he called Feng Yi, just four words.
Clean up the trash!
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Arriving at Jiang Huanxi's villa in Green Garden Manor, Yan Qianyu rushed into her bathroom immediately without giving the other party any chance to ask. Jiang Huanxi, who was cooking in an apron, did not smell the pungent smell of blood at all.
Maybe it was the smell of freshly slaughtered chickens and fish that covered it all up.
The smart Jiang Huanxi continued her unfinished "career". It seemed that she didn't even cook a sumptuous dinner to reward herself during the Chinese New Year. Six dishes and one soup, for Jiang Huanxi who usually only eats frozen food, today was definitely a worthwhile day
A day of celebration.
Yan Qianyu, who was carefully washing the bloody smell from his body, suddenly realized that he had no change of clothes. Looking at the bath towel with cute cartoon patterns in the large bathroom, he smiled helplessly.
Wearing a woman's bath towel is still within the acceptable range of Yan Qianyu, but if he is allowed to wear Jiang Huanxi's pajamas, it will seriously challenge his bottom line.
After finishing everything, Jiang Huanxi looked at Yan Qianyu who came out of the bathroom and suddenly smiled. That charming charm made Yan Qianyu feel that this was not in vain for the first time in his life. He didn't care at all about the smile on the other person's face.
Yan Qianyu said with the expression of a male host: "Eating pays attention to the color, flavor and taste. Now the color and aroma of Xiaoxixi are beyond my imagination, but I don't know how it tastes!?"
To Yan Qianyu, finding a woman who can cook is like winning a five million lottery prize for no reason. Especially for such a top-notch strong woman, the value of the five million must be at least a thousand times higher.
"Try it quickly. I haven't made it for a long time. I wonder if my craftsmanship has deteriorated." Jiang Huanxi looked at Yan Qianyu with expectant eyes.
Several authentic Beijing dishes were tasted by Yan Qianyu one by one. His expression of enjoyment was particularly like that of a lucky guest at the TV Cooking Grand Prix held by CCTV.
After this round, Yan Qianyu basically has a general understanding of Jiang Huanxi's cooking skills. It's not the kind of kindergarten level that doesn't distinguish between salt and sugar, but seems to be a postdoctoral level.
With an expectant look, Jiang Huanxi asked cautiously: "How do you feel?"
"Actually, I'm a very easy-going person. I don't have much pursuit of food. I basically accept anything I can swallow." Yan Qianyu told the truth, but this answer did not disappoint Jiang Huanxi, who was about to accept the praise.
satisfy.
"I hate it. Can't you praise me?" Jiang Huanxi gave Yan Qianyu a charming look. If she had such a charming look in the past, she would never have believed that one day she would be such a nymphomaniac.
"I don't care about anyone's cooking skills, I only care about that silly woman who is willing to choke on the oil smoke for me. However, I really like the food you cook." Yan Qianyu's smile lost its usual frivolity.
, all that remains is tenderness.
Perhaps the best words of love in the world are not those three words that a man and a woman can never tire of hearing, nor is it a long-winded flattery to win over the other person, nor is it a bared heartfelt speech that emphasizes one's own advantages over and over again. The simplest is also the most
Perfect and beautiful.
Jiang Huanxi didn't pay attention to the second half of his words at all. Her consciousness only stayed on the sentence "silly woman choked by oil smoke". No woman can refuse this most touching love words.
"Hmph, since you admit that the food I cook is delicious, you must eat all the food today. Don't let me down." Jiang Huanxi pouted, her cute expression different from her usual image of a strong woman.
Very far.
"I'll try my best, but in order to ensure the quality of the evening, I suggest you eat more, so that you don't end up throwing away your armor halfway through using the excuse of lack of physical strength." Yan Qianyu said with an evil smile.
Jiang Huanxi's face suddenly turned red. When she thought of the terrifying ability of the guy opposite him in bed and the scary bad guy, she couldn't help but want to find a hole in the ground to crawl into.
Of course, a table of good dishes cannot be without the support of fine wine. Yan Qianyu personally mixed a glass of unknown red wine. Jiang Huanxi has been very taboo about red wine since that drunken sex incident. Although the person in front of her was Yan Qianyu, she couldn't help but feel a little confused.
憷.
After burping comfortably, Yan Qianyu held a toothpick in his mouth, crossed his legs, and with a frivolous smile on his face, he looked like a playboy from a wealthy family. Jiang Huanxi smiled and put the table on the dining table that Yan Qianyu had just touched
"Clear the tableware afterwards.
After cleaning the tableware, Jiang Huanxi sat in her study room as usual and read all kinds of books she liked. The various cultural classics in the bookcase were even the first time Yan Qianyu saw them. He couldn't help but be surprised. Compared with modern women
She likes the ethereal differences on the Internet, and she pursues the foundation of life.
Yan Qianyu, who was holding a copy of "Houheixue" in his hand, secretly glanced at the ancient book in front of Jiang Huanxi's desk. He could tell the title of the book from just a few sentences on it.
Yan Qianyu, who was holding a copy of "Houheixue" in his hand, secretly glanced at the ancient book in front of Jiang Huanxi's desk. He could tell the title of the book from just a few sentences on it.
"I didn't expect that our strong woman would actually like to read "The Female Commandment". Well, I feel that my Xiao Xixi is a good housekeeper. It seems that the reason comes from here." Yan Qianyu closed the thick book "Houheixue"
, joked.
Jiang Huanxi rolled her eyes at the pervert charmingly, and continued to look down at the compulsory courses for ancient women. She was just curious, and did not really think that she was feudal enough to learn this thing to consolidate the pure land in her heart.
Jiang Huanxi has a habit of reading and writing down her feelings. Several books that Yan Qianyu selected from the bookcase all have her elegant handwriting. What surprised Yan Qianyu was that some of her views made this self-confessed person very happy.
This guy who is an expert in ancient Chinese culture had an eye-opening experience.
Jiang Huanxi's bookcase is not as expensive as the top-quality mahogany bookcase made by the old guy in his family who spent a huge amount of money and invited famous craftsmen to build it. However, the books contained in it are indeed consistent with the mahogany bookcase.
Putting the book in his hand back to its original place, Yan Qianyu left the study room. He had basically read all kinds of books in the bookcase. He couldn't say he was proficient in everything, but at least he didn't know everything about them.
Jiang Huanxi, who has his own living habits, stretched out after putting down the "Female Commandments", then picked up a brush and wrote something on the rice paper as usual.
Standing on the balcony on the second floor, Yan Qianyu pressed his hands on the railing and looked at the brightly lit villas. There are various people who play different roles in life living in this villa group.
He is a second-generation official with mixed connections and seniority in government agencies.
There are also the rich second generation who are ignorant and unskilled and spend all their time showing off their wealth, there are also the nouveau riche who are shy and full of jewels, and there are even canaries with flamboyant eyebrows. There are all kinds of life, and Yan Qianyu does not judge them.
Reason, why should we need other people’s words when pursuing a different life?
"The scenery is nice today, but it's a pity that there is no moon." Jiang Huanxi, who walked out of the room, finally found him here. She walked lightly in front of him and stood side by side with him.
"A beautiful appearance often conceals its most corrupt interior." After a long silence, Yan Qianyu said with some emotion.
Jiang Huanxi stared at the familiar face close at hand, and she suddenly discovered with some heartache that there was an insurmountable gap between the two. What kind of world did he have in his heart? Jiang Huanxi wanted to go in regardless of everything.
"Does Fengyun Group belong to you?" Jiang Huanxi didn't want to delve deeper into his words, so he changed the subject.
Yan Qianyu squinted his eyes and smiled noncommittally.
"If those people are allowed to speculate that the CEO of Fengyun Group, which is currently the most promising and mysterious one in Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces, is such a young man, I wonder what they would think?" Jiang Huanxi stared at Yan Qianyu with a pair of beautiful eyes, which was hidden under the
Deep inside is pride and tenderness.
Yan Qianyu was not surprised at all. As his woman, it was understandable that she knew something about him. He held Jiang Huanxi's tender pancreas with one hand, squeezed it gently, and said with a smile: "To be honest, I'm just a hands-off shopkeeper.
If I stood in front of Fengyun Group now and shouted, 'I am your president,' I estimate that 99% of people would think that there is another complete lunatic in this society."
Jiang Huanxi spat at him and said, "Have you ever done this to yourself?"
Yan Qianyu shrugged helplessly and said, "Just telling the truth."