Under the dim and warm light, Xia Qing looked towards the dimly lit place, feeling a sense of loneliness that she had not experienced for many years, appearing without warning.book
She rubbed her temples with a headache, suspecting that her skull was damaged by Jun Qi's abuse. Otherwise, why would Jun Qi's handsome face always pop up in her mind unconsciously, and the corners of her eyes were filled with evil, like a smile but not a smile?
His eyes stared at her, staring at her unblinkingly.
How could she not cherish the short-term freedom that she finally regained, and waste it on thinking about Jun Qi? I'm sorry that she spent so much time on it.
He picked up the coffee, put it to his nose and sniffed it, then put it back to its original place.
She narrowed her eyes slightly.[
My fingers danced happily on the table to the music, lightly and rhythmically.
A lively smile appeared on Xia Qing's face, enjoying the moment very much.
Until that person appears.
He appeared at the window without warning, dressed in black, which perfectly blended him into the depths of the night, but made it impossible to ignore his presence.
She was born with a face as beautiful as an evil one, with dark eyebrows, deep pupils, and slightly raised thin lips. She has the compassion of Buddha and the evil deceit of devil. She is a very contradictory person, exuding danger all over her body, even if she stands
In the midst of thousands of people, it is still lonely and lonely, with no one close to it.
He glanced lightly at the coffee shop.
When he saw Xia Qing in a daze at the window, a terrible crack suddenly appeared on his face, and the cold smile on his lips disappeared instantly, and he actually showed a bit of anger and strode towards him.
Xia Qing's wrist was grabbed hard by him.
She raised her eyes in surprise and met the man's cold eyes, "Pu Li?" Why is he here? Didn't he stay in Japan?
"Are you a human or a ghost??" He lifted her directly from the seat with force, his movements were rude and completely ungentlemanly.
Fortunately, Xia Qing had long since given up looking for the thoughtfulness of a normal man from this fake monk. The tearing pain in her wrist made her frown, and she almost instinctively used her free hand to pinch the hand on the corner of the table.
The Western knife was swung at Pu Li's handsome face with his backhand.
A ray of silver light flashed past.
Pu Li had no choice but to let go of her hand, otherwise, he would be disfigured tonight, and his perfect handsome face would be ruined by a dull Western knife.
"You are the ghost." Xia Qing said coldly.
Why do she and the fake monk always have conflicts? Every time they meet, a few words will inevitably lead to violent conflicts.
He was inexplicably hostile to her. She didn't want to provoke him, but he would try his best to make her full of anger.
"You are still alive. Who was the person who was killed in the car? The substitute you arranged??" Pu Li looked gloomy and swung his right hand hard, hitting Xia Qing's knife hand, and the Western knife made a slash in the air.
There was a sharp and cold sound, and with a crisp sound, the entire handle sank into the wooden dining table of the adjacent table.
A man and a woman who were enjoying a meal in love were stunned by the sudden appearance of the knife.
"What kind of person was killed in the explosion? What kind of substitute?" Xia Qing couldn't understand what he said at all. Her eyes were full of suspicion and wariness, thinking that Pu Li was just showing off and using some incomprehensible words to deceive her in order to achieve some kind of ulterior motive.