The way he looked at her was immediately meaningful.
"But I promised you that I have to get your consent."
He added that he looked like a gentleman.
Jian Qian really couldn't believe that he was a true gentleman.
His current appearance is just a false mask. The real him should be dark and bloody.
"Someone will come looking for me in my room later, so I came here to get away."
As he spoke, he glanced at his watch.
Jian Qian also took a look at his watch. It must cost at least several hundred thousand.
She lowered her head again, feeling a little uncomfortable holding the mineral water bottle in her hand.
"If you are tired, go wash up and sleep. I will leave by myself later."
"You mean you sit here and watch me sleep?"
Jian Qian thought to herself, do you think I can sleep?
Still taking a shower and sleeping?
She doesn't mind having sex, he's good in bed, but what she cares about is having random thoughts.
He smiled, but soon turned cold.
Jian Qian looked toward the door. She heard a commotion outside the door.
It seemed as if a door had been knocked open. Only then did she realize that what he said might be true, and looked at him nervously.
Feng Ying also looked at her, but his eyes were particularly calm.
About ten minutes later, there were footsteps in the corridor, but they soon stopped being heard.
She asked him nervously: "Who did you provoke?"
Her voice is very small.
"Are you scared? Don't worry, I won't implicate you."
Feng Ying said.
Jian Qian was frightened, but she didn't seem to be afraid of being implicated.
She looked at him, unable to tell what she felt.
"I said, there are many children in the Feng family, and if a position is watched by so many people, there will always be open and covert fighting."
He said.
Jian Qian no longer dared to offer opinions or even speak at will, she just looked at him with fear.
How dark will it be for the heirs of wealthy families to fight openly and secretly?
She remembered hearing her father say a long time ago that there was a wealthy family with four children fighting for power. Two of them died, one was disabled, and even though the other inherited his father's position, he almost escaped death.
"Don't be afraid."
"..."
While she was still thinking wildly, her hand was suddenly held.
She came back to her senses and saw him leaning towards her, holding her hand, his eyes full of comfort.
"Feng Ying, don't let anything happen to you."
She didn't know why, but she just said this.
Feng Ying smiled, "Yeah."
He still held her hand and stroked it gently.
The two of them stared at each other for a long time. She felt that Feng Ying's heart was more open, but hers was particularly tight.
Their fate is not deep, so why should she be nervous?
Whether he lives or dies, what does it have to do with her?
"Haven't you remembered yet?"
He suddenly asked again, his voice very soft.
Jian Qian looked at him doubtfully, "What?"
He smiled and looked down at her hands. Her hands were no longer as hard as they used to be. They were very soft, so soft that people wanted to care for them all the time to make these hands better.
"Are you saying we've met before? If so, why don't you just give me a heads up?"
She thought for a while and asked him.
"Let's talk about this matter in a few days."
"How many days will it be?"
She was not interested in what he said, but she wanted to know how many days it was.
She really wanted to know.
"One week, if you see me again in City A in a week, I will tell you."
