Quick Travel: Vicious Female Supporting Role Playing Project

Lu Zhiwen had been pampered for so many years. After taking over the Lu family from his father, Lu Mingwu, everyone around him treated him with respect, but he had never been physically tortured.

What's more, there was severe pain from being kicked to pieces on the bridge of his nose. He screamed in pain and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Jiang Xinlian kicked him twice, as casually as if she was kicking a piece of garbage that could be stepped on, a little absent-mindedly.

Such an attitude is like bullying him a thousand times and not caring.

Lu Zhiwen's eyes were red with hatred. .

Her thoughts did not last long. Soon, 086, who had been paying attention to the surrounding situation, reminded:

[Host host! Someone is coming! 】

Couldn't he be Lu Zhiwen's helper? This couldn't have come at a worse time.

086 muttered and opened the small window: [Who is causing trouble? Really? Why! 】

It was surprised and confused: [He, why is he here? How did he know the address? 】

The host obviously didn't tell him?

086 read it again to confirm that he had read it correctly, and then told the host about the unexpected situation:

【Host! somebody is coming! yes……】

The closed door was kicked open violently, and the fragile door panel hit the wall under the huge external force, making a violent collision sound.

Jiang Xinlian took a step back as early as the 086 warning. Now she stood with her eyes downcast, her eyes a little empty.

With almost no interval, two deafening gunshots rang out one after another.

"Boom!"

After the loud noise, there was silence and calm. Gun smoke quickly spread in the air, along with the spreading smell of blood.

Lu Zhiwen's eyes were wide open. He hadn't realized what was happening yet, and there was still vicious resentment in his eyes.

The bullet penetrated the forehead and temple, leaving two deep bullet holes, and blood trickled down.

The blood splashed everywhere and splashed a heavy ink on the floor, and a few scattered drops splashed on Jiang Xinlian's leather shoes.

She turned her back to the door, listening to the heavy breathing of the man behind her, and turned her head to look at him.

The tall and thin man was calming his breathing. His handsome face was slightly red from the intense running, which was completely different from his usual cold look.

Jiang Xinlian curled her lips, but she didn't smile: "You're here, brother."

"Oh!"

The gun was thrown aside, Jiang Wenjing gasped, his eyes filled with cold anger.

"Are you impatient?"

He spoke carefully and gritted his teeth: "It's such an obvious trap, why are you looking for death?!"

"Do you care?"

Jiang Xinlian avoided answering and just asked again: "Do you care about my life or death?"

"..."

Jiang Wenjing was slightly stunned, and his anger seemed to freeze for a moment. He didn't seem to understand:

"care?"

Thousands of emotions seemed to flash through the pure black eyes, surging and surging.

But soon, all the anger and emotions receded like a tide, and life returned to a dead silence.

"up to you."

He said indifferently.

It's this familiar look again, as cold as a marble statue, handsome and delicate but merciless.

Jiang Xinlian has seen this look too many times since she was eight years old.

So many times that you feel discouraged, and so many times that you feel resentful.

She smiled mockingly: "Jiang Wenjing, are you always going to be like this?"

Will you always stay in your own safe zone and be a coward for the rest of your life?

"..." Jiang Wenjing's eyelashes trembled, as fast as an illusion, "This is good enough now."

He was always a person whose reason was greater than his emotions. He was in a daze for just a moment. When he raised his eyes again, he was calm and indifferent:

"Since nothing happens to you, I won't stay for a while and leave first."

He turned to leave.

"Jiang Wenjing."

The man stopped walking away and did not look back.

Jiang Xinlian looked at the mirror hanging on the wall, looked at the figure with his back to her in the mirror, and said softly:

"Jiang Wenjing, let me ask you one last time."

"Do you feel pain now?"

Silence, still silence.

The figure with his back to her turned his head, revealing half of his face. He seemed to be looking at something, but nothing entered his eyes:

"I feel no pain."

Likewise, I don’t feel happy either.

But this is enough. If there is no happiness, pain will not come, and he will live in peace.

No joy, no sorrow, no hurt, no sorrow.

"...since it's your choice,"

Jiang Xinlian smiled lightly: "Then I respect your choice."

Jiang Wenjing lowered his eyes, stepped out of the door, and walked down the steps step by step.

When he walked to the ground floor, he saw Qin Yuchen leaning against the car door with an unlit cigarette in his mouth, obviously waiting.

When he saw Jiang Wenjing, he didn't show any surprise. He looked up and down with squinted eyes and laughed out loud:

"what."

A single modal particle expresses clearly what he wants to say.

Jiang Wenjing's face darkened and he sneered: "What did you do?"

The doubtful tone was polite, but in fact both of them knew what the answer was.

This is why Jiang Wenjing, who shouldn't be here, appears here. It's all Qin Yuchen's fault.

Qin Yuchen shrugged, not feeling short of breath at all when facing the person he was teasing: "Whatever Xin Xin wants to do, of course I have to satisfy her."

Although he had already guessed the final result, since Xinxin had this idea, he would give it a try.

Jiang Wenjing twitched his lips and left.

It doesn't matter, no matter what, it doesn't matter.