Mysterious level up! Shen Ye cries and begs for reconciliation again

Jiang Jiang was a little scared of him, but when he thought of those bags, he instantly recovered.

"I think beautiful women should be with beautiful women, and I happen to be a beautiful woman, cousin! Choose me!"

'boom--'

The door of the mahjong room was slammed shut. Jiang Jiang was sulked and kicked the door to vent his anger.

Such a stingy guy, how could he get a wife?

She was depressed for a while, then jumped up and down to try on the new bag.

Mahjong room.

Shen Rao grabbed Qi Yan's chin and pulled out a wet tissue to wipe the lipstick marks off her face.

The lip print was stubborn, he used too much force, his fair face quickly turned red, and he cursed under his breath.

"Attracting bees and butterflies."

Before she knew it, both men and women were rushing towards her. Shen Rao's eyes darkened and he pushed harder.

"..." Qi Yan blinked and said innocently, "It hurts."

"Should."

Having said that, he still slowed down his movements and asked softly.

"Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Qi Yan curled her lips.

Shen Rao felt that her smile was annoying, and said angrily: "You should be hurt, let's see if you will let others kiss you."

“…That’s your sister.”

"She is nobody's business!"

"Oh."

"Did you hear that? Don't give me the cold shoulder!"

"I heard."

"You'd better, if I see someone else kiss you again, I will, I will..."

"Just what?"

"At once……"

"Cough cough cough..."

Three dry coughs interrupted their conversation.

Shen Rao then realized that his uncle and aunt were still there. His ears immediately turned red. He threw the tissue into the trash can and sat back at the mahjong table.

"Keep drawing cards, keep on, keep on."

Jiang's parents looked at their nephew, who always acted so arrogantly, with amusement and an embarrassed look on his face, and smiled at each other.

The young couple has a really good relationship.

It was Qi Yan’s first time playing mahjong, but he got the hang of it quickly after understanding the rules.

She is talented and is a good gambler, especially at playing cards. After a few games, Jiang Shen almost lost all his small treasury.

Raise your hands in surrender.

"No, no, if you keep fighting, you won't get any New Year's money."

"Come on, Xiaoyan, let's continue fighting."

Lin Min was aroused by her desire to win, and she pressed the button on the mahjong machine to shuffle the cards. She was invincible at the mahjong table in this film, and this time she met a master, and she was extremely excited.

He excitedly dragged Qi Yan to play until late at night. It was only after Shen Rao hugged Qi Yan's neck and objected that he rescued Qi Yan from the card table.

The two of them dressed and prepared to leave, and Jiang Shen saw them off.

"You won't stay the night?"

"No, just around the corner."

"Okay then, take this little cigarette."

As he spoke, he took out a red envelope from his pocket and stuffed it into Qi Yan's hand, and she quickly pushed it back.

"no, I'm fine……"

"Take it. It's not much money. Just a little New Year's gift for good luck."

"Take it, it's a gift from your uncle." Shen Rao also said.

"..."

Qi Yan took the red envelope, feeling a little dazed. After a while, he smiled and said, "Thank you."

"Xiaoyan, come play again next time. It's so much fun playing cards with you!"

At this time, Lin Min shouted in the house.

"Cousin, please think about me when you get back. I'm prettier than my cousin... um..."

Lin Min raised her hand to cover up the rest of the words, "The child hasn't woken up yet, so he's talking nonsense. Don't take it to heart."

"Go slowly on the road. Be safe."

"understood."

As the car drove away from the Jiang family villa, they could still see the family watching them go in the rearview mirror.

Qi Yan held the red envelope, looked at the rearview mirror, and glanced to the side.

Today is New Year's Eve. Lights are on in every house, and most people are celebrating the new year. A sweet female announcer is broadcasting the New Year's broadcast on the car stereo.

She looked out the window for a while, then reached into the driver's seat and grabbed the hem of Shen Rao's coat.

Shen Rao kept his eyes on the road ahead. He naturally held her hand, kneaded it gently, and chuckled.

"We haven't even reached home yet, are you so impatient?"

"..."

Qi Yan didn't say anything, but just turned her palm over and held his hand, and the warmth passed through her, corroding her heart.

Shen Rao smiled: "Don't make trouble, I'm driving."

Even though he said that, he didn't let her go. Qi Yan didn't say a word until they returned to Jianganyuan Villa.

As soon as the car stopped and before it could drive into the garage, she got out quickly.

Shen Rao followed curiously. Qi Yan was standing at the door of the villa. The warm yellow street light shone on her face. Shen Rao followed her gaze and saw only a dark bedroom.

"What are you looking at?"

"..." Qi Yan was silent at first, "You go in first."

"Qi Yan?" Shen Rao frowned.

"Go in."

Qi Yan said seriously, the smile between his eyebrows disappeared completely.

The cold wind blew through the imperial capital late at night, like a piercing knife. Shen Rao sensed something was wrong, but it was unlikely for him to leave Qi Yan behind.

"what happened to you?"

"Are you coming in or not?" Qi Yan lowered his eyes.

"I'm not going in."

Shen Rao also became stubborn.

"Okay," Qi Yan's eyes flashed with coldness, and the cold muzzle of the gun was instantly pointed at him, "Can I go in now?"

"..."

Shen Rao looked at the black muzzle of the gun, suddenly smiled, opened his hands, took a few steps forward, and pointed to his heart.

"Okay, hit here~"

Qi Yan put his finger on the trigger and stared at him, "Do you think I dare not?"

"Then go ahead and hit me." He tilted his head and smiled ostentatiously.

"...Okay, close your eyes."

Shen Rao obediently closed his eyes, opened his chest, and there was no fear in his brows.

But the next second, silenced gunshots rang out. Shen Rao opened his eyes abruptly, but before he could see clearly, his head was pulled into his arms. Then there were a few more shots and the dull sound of flesh falling to the ground.

"..."

The air returned to silence. Shen Rao raised his head in a daze, only to see that her indifference had disappeared, leaving only the cold frost and a bit of fierce scarlet.

In an instant, his eyes were covered by warmth and coolness.

Qi Yan rested her forehead against him through her hand, her voice so soft that it was almost inaudible.

"Don't look at me... I'm dirty..."

Hearing this, Shen Rao paused, pulled her hands away, held her face with his big hands, stared at her closely, and spoke word by word.

"Who said that? You're not dirty. You're the cleanest person I've ever met."

"..."

Qi Yan lowered her eyes and looked at the gun in her hand. Her fingers gradually loosened, and then were clenched again in an instant.

Shen Rao held her hand and took the gun from her, "Qi Yan, give it to me. If you think it's dirty, I'll do it and help you."

He wanted to be the knife in Qi Yan's hand, to be stained with her blood, to execute for her.

But Qi Yan couldn't bear to do so.

She gripped the gun tightly, stood up again, and stood in the light and shadow.

"Don't talk nonsense. Do you want me to visit you in prison?"

"Qi Yan..."

"Okay," Qi Yan patted his head soothingly, "I'll go over and take a look. You stay here, don't go over."

"Qi Yan, I can..."

At this moment, Qi Yan suddenly stopped, looked straight into his black eyes, and said slowly.

"Shen Rao, don't kill anyone, you must not."