Feng Ying responded to her kiss until she was willing to stop.
Jian Qian's voice was a little hoarse and she whispered: "I'm leaving."
"Where to go?"
"Go where no one knows."
She said, slowly raising her eyes to look at him again.
"good."
Feng Ying agreed, choking, then raised her chin and kissed her again.
Jian Qian hugged him, kissed him and told him: "When we meet again in the future, we will be strangers?"
"Who are you?"
Feng Ying asked her.
She smiled, although her face was filled with tears, but she said: "I don't know, who are you?"
"I don't know either."
Then the two kissed each other again.
Or, the world will perish tomorrow.
Who cares who he is?
Feng Ying's phone rang. He kissed and answered the phone. Jian Qian muttered: "You are not allowed to answer the phone."
"She will keep hitting me if I don't answer her."
"Then go find her."
She stopped suddenly and turned her head away from him.
Seeing her like that, Feng Ying smiled and kissed her forehead when he answered the phone. "Go home. Do you know what to do? Well, hang up."
Feng Ying quickly hung up the phone, then picked her up, sat down in a chair, stroked her hair and said, "Are you jealous?"
"What right do I have to be jealous? She's just a slut who even seduced the bodyguard."
Jian Qian still didn't look at him, and even pushed away his hand touching her hair.
Feng Ying hugged her and said, "It would be inappropriate for me not to accept the person the old man sent me."
"..."
She smiled and said nothing.
But she saw the girl kissing him in front of others, and the way he looked at the girl was like a libertine who had lived among thousands of flowers, and he definitely had an affair.
So, what is she doing?
Whim?
Ah!
Jian Qian was about to get off him in an instant, Feng Ying hugged her: "It's nothing, I swear."
Jian Qian stopped struggling and then stared at him again, "I saw her kiss you."
"That Mr. Zhao wanted to do it for her, but she didn't want to, so she just used me to block her."
"..."
"Although she belongs to the old man, she is working for me now. I can't let her get into trouble, right?"
Feng Ying said again.
More like...
explain.
Jian Qian thought of Zhou Qianqian's words, and then calmed down a little, but she still couldn't help but ask: "You are quite good at being a human being. All the women sent by the old man to monitor you have become yours. I took the liberty of letting go of Mr. Feng.
How did Mr. Feng do it?"
Feng Ying: "..."
"What? Is this question so difficult to answer? Or does Mr. Feng not understand Chinese?"
Seeing his silence, Jian Qian continued to ask questions unhurriedly.
Feng Ying laughed, "How do you think I did it? Did I use my poisoned body?"
"What kind of poison did you get?"
Jian Qian's face immediately turned pale with fright.
Feng Ying looked at her with a darker look, his hand caressing her waist slowly moved up, and he said in a low and hoarse voice: "Stupid woman."