Chapter 19: The interview failed, the two had a dispute (2)

Author: Not as good as the Yanxiang

Chapter 19: The interview failed, the two had a dispute (2)

Yun Qing wanted to tighten his collar again, but he pressed the back of her head down again. In the battle between the two, he directly took the initiative.

The distance was too close, she smelled the faint fragrance of wood stained on him. Because he wore a white wool sweater today, his already white complexion made his skin look whiter, and the lingering of a separate corner was like the cool stream flowing quietly in the mountains and forests.

Qi Yan stared at her, as if a hunter was teasing a deer passing by in the forest. She was obviously fragile and vulnerable, but she was stubborn and arrogant like a queen.

His wide palm easily grasped her slender wrist and slowly exerted force: "Don't give up? Unhappy? Want to beat me?"

The pain on her wrists went from shallow to deep, and her eyebrows slowly twisted together. Gradually, the force on her hands gradually dissipated as if the flesh had broken away from the bones, and she loosened his collar weakly.

Her eyes were shrouding straight at him, and she felt his bright and black eyes like a deep well with fog emitting, biting off her anger and eroding her cold and hard emotions.

Yun Qing pulled her hands in annoyance and wanted to break free from his palms. Qi Yan continued to imprison her hands, pulled back the hand covering the back of her head and pulled the wool sweater. Her cold eyebrows and eyes released a bewitching tenderness: "Believe me, I will help you get the chance back."

For some reason, Yun Qing's anger suddenly ejaculated halfway, depicting the confidence in his eyes, feeling that the words "Believe me" were spit out of his mouth and had different conviction.

But she was still arrogant, half bent over and tried hard to cooperate with the strength between his palms so that she didn't hurt so much: "Isn't this supposed to be?"

"should?"

"If you hadn't promised Luo Heng that as long as Li Ya was finally finished, you would let Qi promote them for free. This opportunity would have been mine."

While reducing the force, Qi Yan pushed her away. He got up and got off the workbench, grabbed the plane sideways, and pulled off the wood chip strips stuck inside: "I'll have an appointment with Luo Heng tonight, and you go with me."

His words were interrupted by the phone ringing beside him. He reached out and glanced at Yun Qing to go to the office inside to answer. But as soon as he turned his back, he saw Yun Qing turning away from the glass door in front.

He then returned the phone and grabbed her wrist. Yun Qing wanted to shake it away in disgust, but he grabbed it even harder.

At this time, a crying and begging for mercy came from the other end of the phone: "Mr. Qi, I beg you to let me go. I will never dare to do it again. All of this was Xiang Huaizhi's idea. He asked me to call the police and said that you MJ me and caused me to get pregnant. And, he also asked me to post on Weibo. Mr. Qi, all of this was Mr. Xiang's idea."

A gloomy male voice came: "Come here for me."

In an instant, she heard Li Yun's shrill scream. Then the man's voice was again: "Brother Yan, this bitch is designed like this. Don't worry, our brothers will deal with her well for you."

Qi Yan looked at Yun Qing calmly, waved to the man just now, and gestured to him to look at her. Then, he walked to the side and asked in a deep voice: "Are you doing something random?"

I don’t know what I said, but Qi Yan’s voice sounded very displeased: “Enough. Now she spits out what I want and let her go.”

After a while, he sternly emphasized: "Let her go. Do you dare to do anything to me."

There must have been obedient there. Qi Yan hung up the phone, turned around and walked around, waving his hand to make someone to work first. He looked at Yun Qing with one hand and said, "You go see Luo Heng with me tonight."

Yun Qing looked at him blankly, her thoughts immersed in the stern words he had just said to be a little dazed.

He raised his hand and waved in front of her eyes: "What are you thinking?"

She slowly returned to her thoughts, looked at him with suspicion for a while, then lowered her eyes and said unhappily: "You messed up this matter, so you should solve it, instead of grabbing me and accompanying them."

Qi Yan smiled: "Do you think I asked you to drink with me?"

"Isn't it?"

He said sarcastically without hesitation: "Is this appropriate for you as the protagonist not present? Or do you think you are already an international celebrity? Even if you are an international celebrity, they should need to attend a banquet and please them from time to time, right?"

Yun Qing didn't have such an idea. She opened her mouth to explain, but after a round of things he had no words to say. It seemed that some words were suspected of being overwhelmed by his teasing words.

She turned her head and looked out the window and asked awkwardly: "What time?"

"Seven o'clock." He had returned to work while speaking.

Yun Qing stood there, looking at his focused appearance, and there was no way to connect him with Qi Yan in everyone's understanding.

His fingers with distinct joints compared the drawings to draw slender lines on the wood, outlining the rough graphic outline. He was immersed in the world of craftsmanship as if nothing was around him. His cynical posture in daily life was like wood chips piled up in the corners, buried in the shadow of light.

She turned her eyes and extended from the workroom to the reception area outside. There were no finished products displayed in the room. Except for the special set of tables and chairs that exuded artistic beauty everywhere, the set of stoneware tea ware highlighted the elegance of the ancients in a faint appearance.

The studio is simple to decorate, and there are almost no decorations in the house. Behind the spacious workroom is a larger warehouse, where all kinds of wood are placed separately according to their price.

She did not see modern equipment in the entire operation room. The most primitive tools were placed one by one on the table not far from the workbench, and the handles of each piece were shrouded.

Qi Yan noticed that she was standing there and looked up and looked up: "You go outside and sit and wait. The wood chips are very dusty, and they will still have to saw the wood later."

Yun Qing moved his footsteps and walked along the workbench. His fingers touched the wood chips and dust on it: "When did you learn how to do woodworking?"

Qi Yan's chisel on his left hand was dull, and the hammer on his right hand almost hit his hand. But his swaying spirit was cleverly covered by himself and he responded: "We have seen each other a few times a year, how can you know what I will do?"

Yun Qing picked up the drawings and looked at them: "You look not only not like a novice, but also like a master with many years of experience. However, I have never heard anyone say that you can do carpentry before."

"Then what do you hear me like?"

"Fan of romantic women."

Qi Yan raised his head and smiled like the first warm sun in the morning: "Then are you still marrying me?"

Yun Qing put down the drawings and patted the wood chips on his hand: "Who made Qi Suihe your mother?"

"You really don't shy away from your reality and shrewdness at all."

"You are not shy away from your shamelessness and filthiness at all."

"Then we are each other."

“Each one another.”

(End of this chapter)
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