"I'm wondering how long I need to work to afford a villa here."

Liu Zhenying puffed up his cheeks.

All her money was invested in the restaurant.

But just because you don’t have money temporarily doesn’t mean you can’t work hard to make money.

For example, today, she can earn Huaqing 200,000 yuan.

Qu Xiaojue stared at Liu Zhenying with a condensed expression, and smoke curled up from the cigarette between his knuckled fingers: "Is this what you are thinking about?"

"Yes." Liu Zhenying was a little confused: "Otherwise, what else would I be thinking about?"

Then why was her face drooping? She didn't know why she thought someone had offended her.

Liu Zhenying's thin lips moved, and just as he was about to continue saying something, his pupils suddenly shrank.

The cigarette was taken out of hand and fell to the ground.

Qu Xiaojue stepped forward, tied his iron arms around Liu Zhenying's waist, and she was embraced into a hot embrace.

Then a man's muffled grunt of pain sounded in his ears.

There was also the sound of broken ceramics.

The housekeeper who came out was so shocked by this scene that he quickly called for a doctor.

He came forward and did not dare to move rashly: "Sir, are you okay?"

"fine."

Qu Xiaojue's voice was deep and hoarse as he held on for dear life.

But the housekeeper was still worried. After all, the flower pot that fell from the third floor could kill someone if he was not careful.

Even though Qu Xiaojue was usually strong and strong, after such a sudden blow, the bones in his back still felt pain, and there were thin beads of sweat on his forehead.

But he still gritted his teeth and pulled Liu Zhenying away from his arms.

His eyes glanced at her: "Have you been hit?"

Liu Zhenying shook his head, his face was clean and his brows were soft, and he looked a little docile.

Qu Xiaojue's heart softened as he looked at it, and even the pain in his back felt reduced by three points.

"It's good that you're okay." He took a step back, looked at the broken clay flowerpot on the ground, frowned slightly, and said something rare and comforting: "Don't be afraid, it was probably blown down by the wind."

"I'm not afraid."

But who would have expected that Liu Zhenying immediately tilted his head in response.

She even spread her hands and said innocently: "I told you, you will get hurt today."

Hearing this, Qu Xiaojue's eyebrows suddenly condensed, as if he thought of something, and his voice became cold: "So you have guessed it all?"

Then……

She just watched helplessly as he was hit by a flowerpot falling from the third floor in order to save her?

Hearing this, Liu Zhenying shook his head truthfully: "It's about me. I can only calculate that you will be injured, but I can't figure out why you were injured."

But she still knew very well that he would get hurt for her.

Qu Xiaojue didn't know what kind of emotion was in his heart. His handsome face gradually turned cold and he stared at her without saying a word.

A silent feeling of suffocation spread all around.

Even the butler, who was watching the whole process, couldn't help but take a step back and breathe softly.

There was a smile on Liu Zhenying's lips that could not be noticed, and there was still a little bit of pride in his almond-shaped eyes: "If you call me stupid again, I won't tell you."

"Liu Zhenying."

Qu Xiaojue gritted his teeth and recited this name more than once today.

Liu Zhenying, the real owner, still didn't know why he responded: "What's wrong?"

"You... you're so damn good."

Qu Xiaojue's eyes were so gloomy that he wanted to tear Liu Zhenying to pieces.

But in the end, he did nothing. After staring at her for a few seconds, a stern look flashed across his eyes, and he turned around and strode towards the villa.

Liu Zhenying was left alone.

She looked at his back with a confused look in her eyes, and murmured to herself: "Why is he angry again? He's so angry today."

These words...

The butler next to him stumbled.

Miss Liu.

You still think the prince is too angry.
Chapter completed!