Chapter 110: Something That Can Make Me Lose Control
Xi Jiu let out a light "yes" and threw the bloody towel to him.
Gong Qi took the towel and put it on his arm, not caring whether the spotless white clothes were stained.
"Owner, the medicine bath is ready. Do you want it..."
"No." Xi Jiu's voice was colder than usual, and he was a bit hoarse like a beast.
Gong Qi smiled and a little worried appeared in his eyes.
"The head of the family," he pushed down his gold-wire glasses, "You have just fought with a wild beast, and are affected by the killing, and your mind is unstable. If you don't use a medicinal bath to suppress it, you can easily lose control with the martial arts you practice..."
"The palace is coming."
Xi Jiu spoke expressionlessly, "How many years have you been in the Xi family?"
"Eleventh Years."
Xi Jiu: "Have I lost control in these eleven years?"
"..." Gong Qi shook his head slowly, "No. Except for the time ten years ago... the head of the family has never lost control. It's just..."
Xi Jiu didn't say anything.
He took out his cell phone and clicked into the WeChat chat window. His cold and violent black eyes gradually became softer.
"The thing that can make me out of control in this world has never been a powerful method."
Gong Qi was stunned.
He glanced at the chat box on Xijiu's mobile phone screen and smiled when he saw the name on it.
"It seems that the head of the family has found a better way to cultivate the mind." Gong Qi's golden-rimmed glasses glowed.
Xi Jiu glanced at him meaningfully, stepped on his long legs and went upstairs.
Gong Qi immediately followed.
...
Xi Jiu walked into the bedroom and strided straight to the cloakroom.
He stretched out his long arms and opened the door of the cloakroom.
When Gong Qi saw his movements, he asked, "It's so late, is the main home going out?"
Xi Jiu didn't say anything.
He stared at the cloakroom, and his handsome eyebrows slowly frowned.
A trace of doubt appeared on Gong Qi's smiling face.
He was about to ask, but Xi Jiu suddenly spoke.
“Who designed these clothes?”
Gong Qi: "?"
"Why are all black?" Xi Jiu asked.
Gong Qi: "...The owner of the family, the styles and colors of these clothes are all selected by you personally."
Xi Jiu's eyebrows moved, slowly turned his head, and looked at him with cold eyes motionless.
"..." Gong Qi felt a little chill on his back.
He maintained a decent smile and said without changing his expression, "I remembered the wrong thing just now. I chose the styles of these clothes."
Xi Jiu showed a look of satisfaction.
"You go and order a few new suits and let them deliver them tomorrow."
Gong Qi: "Yes. But the head of the family, what style do you want?"
"style?"???.
Xi Jiu thought about it, opened her phone, clicked into Ruan Qi's WeChat Moments, and found a photo of her wearing a small skirt, which hit Gong Qi's face.
"Take a style that matches her."
...
"Ah Yeh!"
Ruan Qi sneezes hard.
She rubbed her nose, took out a tissue and wiped it.
"What's wrong? Is it a cold?" Shen Wenqian looked worried on the other end of the video.
"No." Ruan Qi shook her head, "It must be someone who is talking about me."
Shen Wenqian: "It's good if you don't have a cold. Drink some hot water later. There is still half an hour to play the public service advertisement. You remember to post on Weibo then."
Ruan Qi agreed well.
"Also," Shen Wenqian continued, "I have found all the media you asked me to find. Ruan Xiaoqi, what are you going to do? Will you deal with Lin Jian?"
Ruan Qi has curved peach blossom eyes and shows a sweet smile.
"Brother Shen, please wait for tomorrow to watch the show."
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The public service advertisements shot by Ruan Qi and Lin Jian were very effective, and they attracted a lot of passers-by for them.
Marshmallow and Lin Jian fans are all very happy. After all, it is a particularly honor to be officially designated to appear in public service advertisements.
Especially Lin Jian’s fans, they frantically forwarded public service advertisements.
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