Author: Not as good as the Yanxiang

In the eyes of others, Yun Qing was originally a product sold by the Lin family to the Qi family in exchange for their stepping stones to climb to the top circles. Naturally, she was unwilling to find Qi Suihe for these things. It was just that Lin Chao had an argument with her on the street, and even raised her hand and slapped her and happened to be caught by Qi Suihe. She stepped forward to warn her that the Lin family had been calm for a long time.

Because of this, Qi Yan sneered at the Lin family and had never climbed the Lin family's door. Yun Qing was indeed a little flattered when he said he wanted to go back with her.

Even Qi Suihe was a little surprised.

She asked in disbelief: "You want to go back with me?"

Qi Yan nodded: "Why, don't you want me to go back with you?"

Yun Qing explained, "No. I just think."

Qi Suihe interrupted her and said with a smile: "A Yan, Qingqing doesn't mean that. She always thought in her heart that you don't like the Lin family. Because of her parents and her uncle."

Qi Yan stared at Yun Qing and expressed his concern: "Are they bullying you again?"

Qi Suihe: "A Yan."

He glanced at Qi Suihe and said unhappily: "Mom, I'm asking Qingqing."

Then he turned around and looked at her quietly, and asked again: "Did they bully you?"

Seeing that he was not joking, Yun Qing glanced at Qi Suihe's gloomy face and shook his head quickly: "No."

Qi Yan: "Nothing is the best. If there is, please tell me."

Yun Qing felt warm in his heart and nodded softly.

After dinner, Yun Qing wanted to help the aunt clean up, but Qi Yan pulled her back to the room. Her white wrist was pinched tightly by him, and his body was awkwardly pulled upstairs step by step, as if she had lost the gentleness of the place on the dining table.

Yun Qing twisted her body and inadvertently saw the faint anger in Qi Suihe's eyes. She thought she hoped they could sit down quietly with her. But she couldn't struggle with Qi Yan and was dragged back to the room by him.

The room was the wedding room that Qi Suihe prepared for her and Qi Yan, and the two of them had never lived in a night. After entering, Qi Yan locked the door directly, let go of her hand and lay down on the soft big bed.

He took the wedding photos they took from the bed cabinet and watched them, and unconsciously sneered in a sarcasm. He noticed that Yun Qing stood against the door and did not leave, and put the photo frame on the bedside table with his back on the bedside table.

He slowly got up from the bed, took out the cigarette from his pocket and walked to the window, lifted the curtain and looked outside. Then he sat down on the sofa, put his legs on the small round table in front: "Don't go out. You'll sleep in the bed tonight. I'll sleep here."

Yun Qing stopped opening the door and grabbed the door handle: "Actually, you don't have to act. You will buy whatever you want from Director Qi."

"Who said I want to buy something?"

"Then why are you?"

The phone inside his jacket rang out and took it out and saw it. He didn't rush to answer it. He walked to the bathroom inside with the phone. When she exposed her siding, she warned: "If you dare to go out, I don't guarantee that you will do anything to you tonight."

He walked to the door and stopped to look back, adding: "If you don't go out, stay here. I promise I won't do anything to you tonight."

After two sentences before and after, his voice was steady, making people unable to hear any turbulence. But the ruthlessness burst out in his eyes was enough to prevent her from moving her feet. This was the first time she saw such a look, and there were tiny and sharp needles hidden in her seemingly peaceful eyes.

Yun Qing heard the sound of the bathroom closing, followed by the rustling sound of water flowing, and Qi Yan's phone call was completely submerged. She hesitantly locked the door again, stood against the wall for a while, then moved her foot to sit by the bed for a while, and finally fell on the bed without realizing it.

The sound of water flowing in the bathroom has not stopped. Her intuition told her that it was Qi Yan who was guarding her, and that the content of the conversation must be something that others could not know. But she really couldn't imagine any secrets that could be a playboy like Qi Yan?

Yun Qing didn't remember when she fell asleep? At midnight, she was woken up by a sad and painful call. She opened her eyes and found the dimness in the room, and her heart suddenly became panic. She grabbed the quilt with both hands and wrapped her body tightly. But she vaguely heard murmuring sounds coming from the direction by the window.

She slowly sat up and realized that she was lying down at the beginning. Her legs fell under the bed for a long time, so sour and numb that she needed to stand up. It seemed that Qi Yan had just covered her with a quilt and had not touched her physically.

She stood beside the bed and rubbed her legs, groped to the head of the bed and turned on the lights in the room. She saw Qi Yan sweating heavily, as if she was about to be swallowed by the devil, and his kinkled eyebrows made his handsome facial features look a little ferocious. He grabbed the sofa with both hands and sank his fingers into it with great pain.

She moved her footsteps step by step, trying to make a sound to wake him up from the nightmare. She had just bent down and didn't hear clearly what he was saying. He suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms, holding her firmly and not letting go, muttering in a low voice, his mellow voice was hoarse: "I will definitely not let anyone hurt you."

Her hands were unnaturally supported on both sides of the sofa, struggling to get up. But every time she resisted hard, Qi Yan hugged her tighter. Yun Qing was locked in his arms and did not let go, her cheeks were buried between his chest, and the breath she exhaled overlapped with his body temperature, as if she was about to suffocate in the next second.

She grabbed his arm with her backhand, trying to get a little room for her breathing. She raised her head slightly, but her lips accidentally touched his jaw, which made her face suddenly flushed.

Her brain suddenly turned blank, and she stared at Qi Yan in the nightmare. At this time, he was like a wolf that had lost its attack power, and his tightly twisted eyebrows made him painful and fragile.

Yun Qing felt that this was his confusing method, so she pushed his arms and wanted to get up. In the second, he pulled it back into his arms, covering his head with his palm and pressed it to his chest, and he still said some murmurs in his mouth. Her head was sore that she was forced to maintain her posture, and she tentatively called him: "Qi Yan, Qi Yan, Qi Yan."

He seemed to be in a half-dream and half-awake, and nodded softly. However, the next second she heard him say, "Life well."

It turned out that he was talking to the people in his dream.

Yun Qing tried to scream twice, but he still didn't respond. But his mood was obviously not as intense and painful as before, and his breath was stable. Even holding her arms was not as strong as before. She raised her hand and pulled his arms, trying to come out of his arms.

Suddenly, Qi Yan woke up from his dream, looked at her with his eyes down for a few seconds, and then he pushed her to the ground by him, and his body hit the solid wood table behind him, and a burst of pain came.

The surging dream brought him fatigue. He leaned back limply, rubbed his eyebrows with his fingers, and asked her with a warning in displeasure: "What did I say in my dream?"
Chapter completed!