This is the first time a woman has questioned him.

Hua Qing felt a faint strange emotion in his heart.

There was a thin smile on his lips, he was open and polite, and he glanced at the back of the fleeing figure in the corridor: "It seems that you really know how to tell fortunes."

Of course.

Liu Zhenying was a little unhappy when his ability was questioned. His fair and soft face wrinkled and he raised his eyebrows suspiciously: "Why don't you pay me yet? Do you really want to default on the debt?"

A sneer was heard in the corridor, the meaning of which was unclear, but Liu Zhenying ignored it.

"Let me tell you, it is impossible to refuse to pay. The goods will not be returned after they are delivered. And..." She paused, her tone was deliberately low, like a harmless cub, and she mustered up the courage to threaten: "Can you

You must not trick me, otherwise I may ruin your luck."

Such words would be a joke to Hua Qing's ears.

However, he didn't show it, he just glanced at Qu Xiaojue next to him with a bit of joking: "What did you just call him?"

"O man of destiny."

Liu Zhenying responded without knowing why.

"Since you said that Sir Alex is your future husband and I am Sir Alex's brother, do you think it is appropriate for you to ask for money from your future husband's brother?"

Hua Qing's voice is seductive.

He knew at a glance that Liu Zhenying was the type who was inexperienced in the world, so he was very confident that he could get around him.

But who would have thought that Liu Zhenying looked at him with an almost suspicious look, and his voice was neither fast nor slow: "You are you, he is him, and you are not my destined person, why should I give you free money?

"

Then she couldn't help Hua Qing to say anything, and spread her hands again: "Give me the money, or don't blame me for being rude to you."

This is the first time Hua Qing has seen such a woman who recognizes money but not people.

He was a little helpless and couldn't get enough of the fun, so he could only take out his mobile phone: "What's your bank card number? I'll transfer the money to you directly."

"Bank card number?"

This completely involves Liu Zhenying's knowledge blind spot. She had never heard of this word before going down the mountain.

He hesitated: "Are you talking about the passbook?"

In other words, every time the master gives it to you, the number displayed on it is your deposit amount.

Hua Qing frowned and noticed something keenly: "You don't know about bank cards?"

"I do not know."

"Then you are..."

"Hua Qing." Before he finished his words, Qu Xiaojue's big palm with distinct joints and a faint smell of dry tobacco fell on his shoulder and said with a slight force: "If you still have something to do, you can leave first. The remaining

I'll handle it."

Having been brothers for so many years, Hua Qing naturally understood the meaning of Qu Xiaojue's words.

His eyes flickered between the two people. He put away his phone and said with a half-smile, "Okay, you'll pay for today's bill too."

Whether it's the bill for the box or the 100,000 yuan owed to Liu Zhenying.

After saying that, he raised his feet and passed by Liu Zhenyi, his thin lips slightly hooked, with a bit of cunning calculation like a fox.

But probably only he himself knows what he is thinking about at this moment.

In the not-so-narrow corridor, Qu Xiaojue stood opposite Liu Zhenying, his eyes falling on her, with a strong presence that could not be ignored.

He was still wearing the black combat uniform, but in addition to his original arrogance, his movements added a shocking coldness.

But that kind of look, studying and doubting, made her unable to see through.

"you……"

"It won't be long before you come out."

He snatched her words away and put one hand in his pocket. The cigarette filled with green and white smoke was still in his mouth. He had an unruly aura about him: "Which box are you in? I'll take you back."

But Liu Zhenying did not move, frowning, looking at him with some confusion.

The man also stopped and let her look at her. Even when he was tired from standing, he leaned against the wall casually, the curve of his thin lips showing a ruthless color.

After a long while, he raised his lips and said, "Have you seen enough?"

She shook her head, not knowing what it meant, and said, "Did you give me one hundred thousand yuan? Can you give me cash? I don't like the cold numbers on the passbook. I like cash."

The corridor was silent for a while.

Qu Xiaojue thought that Liu Zhenying could say something to him.

After all, she is someone who dares to confess her feelings in front of so many people, not to mention the rare time the two of them are alone together now.

But this is interesting.

Standing up straight, Qu Xiaojue stubbed out the cigarette with his bare hands, flicked it into the trash can nearby, and said in a calm voice: "Qian, I will arrange for someone to deliver it to you tomorrow. Now I will send you, a short winter melon, back to the box."

.”

"I'm not short."

"Indeed." He said in a protracted tone, casually glancing at her height which only reached his shoulders: "The height of the half-crippled woman is indeed a little taller than the winter melon."

Liu Zhenying was so angry that he was so angry that he was thinking about whether to form a verbal retaliation or just push Qu Xiaojue to the ground with a grappling hand when he heard a faint woman's voice coming from not far away, slightly weak: "I've been here lately.

The pain in my cervical spine is severe, and I also have chest tightness and shortness of breath. But I can’t find anything when I go to the hospital for a checkup, and it’s really unnecessary to spend so much money on me.”

"Mom." The man supporting him looked polite and bookish, but his muscles were also very strong, but they were not very obvious under his shirt: "You don't have to worry about money, as long as I can give you

Just treat the disease."

"Zihang, my trip to the hospital will cost several thousand, even tens of thousands."

The woman looked worried, but Qi Zihang didn't take it seriously and coaxed: "As long as your disease can be cured, no matter how much it costs, just..." Don't worry.

"real?"

Before Qi Zihang could say the last three words, he heard a slightly surprised and frivolous voice interjecting, so calm that it was refreshing: "I can cure it, please give me the money."

Hearing this, Qi Zihang's first reaction was where did this woman come from?

But when he glanced sideways, he saw Qu Xiaojue standing half a step away from the woman, with complicated ruthlessness and bloodiness in his movements. The two were obviously completely different states, but they were fused together reasonably, and they became rough and crazy.

And the strong smell of an adult man.

Even he lowered his eyes slightly respectfully and called: "Sir."

But Qu Xiaojue ignored him completely.

Instead, with a hint of unfamiliar familiarity in his movements, he patted Liu Zhenying on the head and cursed with a smile: "I just made a hundred thousand from Huaqing, and now I'm planning to make money from the Qi family. You're too greedy for money."
Chapter completed!