Nowadays, Lei Qingqing is already a fierce general under Lei Wenting, but what happened that night when she was thirteen years old will always be a scar in her heart. Just mentioning it will cause heart-wrenching pain.
Now that Leng Zirui said it casually, Lei Qingqing naturally lost his temper uncontrollably.
Leng Zirui had studied psychology and was best at observing faces. Just by looking at Lei Qingqing's performance, he had already guessed something, and a feeling of emotion arose in his heart.
In this situation, there is both pity and anger. Of course, the pity is for Lei Qingqing's experience, but the anger is for her sending Xu Xia to him.
How can a woman who has experienced something like this do the same thing to another woman again?!
Of course, he was just thinking about these emotions in his mind, but he still had a devilish smile on his face, like a complete monster.
"It does not matter, I do not mind."
"you……"
Lei Qingqing knew that he had read through his thoughts, and his heart suddenly hurt. He became furious, and with a move of his wrist, the knife really cut his throat.
Leng Zirui leaned up on the table, and the butterfly knife in Lei Qingqing's hand pierced the air. Under the inertia, the whole body fell directly on him.
With a twist of his wrist, the butterfly knife in Lei Qingqing's hand slashed hard at his face.
Leng Zirui jerked his head, and the butterfly knife grazed the tip of his nose and penetrated deeply into the mahogany desk.
Because of the anger in her heart, Lei Qingqing used too much force, and most of the blade penetrated the table. She tried hard, but it didn't come out.
"Ha-" Leng Zirui laughed right in front of her face, "Even if I don't mind, you don't have to be so anxious, right?"
Lei Qingqing glared at him, holding the handle of the knife with one hand, and retracted the other hand to strangle Leng Zirui's neck. Leng Zirui stretched out his arm and grabbed her palm. When he was about to fight back, the door of the office suddenly opened.
Being pushed away.
When the two people heard the sound, they were both startled and turned to look at the door at the same time.
The door opened, revealing the person outside.
Medium build, gold-rimmed glasses, white silk double-breasted Tang suit... The person standing outside the door is none other than Lei Wenting.
Behind him were his personal bodyguards and several accompanying men.
Lei Wenting has always been an old fox. Just by looking at this posture and sweeping the knife on the table, he already guessed that it was Lei Qingqing who had taken action against Leng Zirui, and his expression suddenly became serious.
"Qingqing!"
Lei Qingqing panicked, and hurriedly let go of the knife, straightened up, walked up to him, and called out "Godfather."
Lei Wenting frowned and strode in. His eyes fell on Lei Qingqing's face with anger, "Immediately apologize to Mr. ROY."
Lei Qingqing was not willing to apologize to Leng Zirui, but just frowned and snorted coldly.
She has always had a tough personality. Just now Leng Zirui deliberately mentioned her old scars, and now he knows the secret that she doesn't want others to know. Lei Qingqing just wants to pick off Leng Zirui's skin and make her apologize. How could he be willing?
Seeing her standing there with a cold expression, Lei Wenting's tone became more and more severe, "Didn't you hear what I said?"
Lei Qingqing bit her lip and remained motionless.
This time today, she refused to give in no matter what.
The expression on Lei Wenting's face was as cold as frost. He took a breath and suddenly raised his palm and slapped Lei Qingqing hard.
Snapped!
A slap sounded sharply on Lei Qingqing's face.
Lei Qingqing's face tilted heavily to one side. When she turned around, there was an obvious palm print on her cheek and her lips were bloodshot.
