Quick Wear: Beautiful cannon fodder, she is always coveted by crazy critics

Jiang Zhiyue pulled her hand away as if she was burned, and knelt beside her to watch the man sit up. His neat Taoist robe was torn into a mess, revealing a large area of ​​his jade-white chest.

"I already answered you that day."

"I remember. I remember what I said."

This is just the beginning, and he won't give up until he has tried all possible methods.

Jiang Zhiyue made up an excuse to end the practice, and after changing her clothes, she saw Qin Beizhou waiting for her on a bench in the rest area.

In his hands he held a bottle of fruit tea and a piece of Black Forest cake.

"Replenish energy."

It was her favorite grapefruit jasmine tea.

"Thank you."

The girl thanked him and took it. Just as she was about to unscrew the bottle cap, she found that it was loosened a little but not completely unscrewed.

She pursed her lips and looked at the man. She knew that Qin Beizhou was meticulous and rigorous in his work.

But those were the means and necessities to seize the Qin family. I didn't expect that he would be so considerate to others.

Noticing Jiang Zhiyue's unblinking gaze, the man looked up and asked, "What's wrong?"

"How do you know I like this tea?"

"It's the smell of you."

Her ears suddenly turned red, and then she changed the subject.

"What should be done in judo if there is a huge size disparity and absolute power suppression?"

"In the face of absolute power, any skill is worthless."

There was an unknown emotion in Qin Beizhou's deep pink and purple eyes, which matched the burgundy shirt on his body, and a bloodthirsty light flashed by.

"The most direct way is to fight violence with violence."

"..."

You are worthy of being the villain.

"But you can ask me for help."

After saying that, he stuffed the transparent cake box into the girl's arms and looked into Jiang Zhi's moon-bright black eyes. "Get in the car, I'll take you home."

*

Qin Beizhou parked his car outside the girl's residential area, walked diagonally in front of her and sent her downstairs.

No one noticed the silver sports car that stopped not far away.

Jiang Zhiyue caught a glimpse of the man out of the corner of her eye when she turned around to thank him.

He is tall and handsome, and even though it is blurry, you can still feel his handsomeness.

She tilted her head in surprise and looked at Qin Yan. His handsome face was tense, and his hands holding the crystal trophy were clenched tightly. The dark blue veins spread along the back of his hand to his forearm.

Jiang Zhiyue's lips opened and closed slightly. Before she could speak, she heard his incredulous voice: "Why does Qin Beizhou know which building you live in?"

She clenched her fists with her hands hanging at her side. She could already imagine Qin Yan's uncontrollable anger after he found out that he was staying here.

"Isn't it easy to investigate this kind of thing?"

Qin Beizhou took the conversation upon himself, his eyes indifferent as if he was talking about something very ordinary.

"Put away your temper. No one can stand it for too long."

The man's words hit Qin Yan straight in the lungs. He took two steps at a time and took the other man's collar viciously.

The tip of the trophy was pressed against his throat.

"You are just like your mother. You like to be the third person."

"If you keep pestering her, the next time I pierce her, it will be your throat."

Qin Beizhou calmly pushed away the slightly cool touch on his skin, a sarcastic smile on the corner of his lips.

"You are just like your father, you like to act on impulse and end up losing both your money and your life."

All of Qin Yan's expressions disappeared in an instant, emotions surged in his dark eyes, and for a moment he even had the urge to kill him.

"Who told you to mention my mother? Are you worthy?"

Jiang Zhiyue's spirit suddenly tensed up. Looking at the man whose weak spot had been touched, she felt that the situation was going to get out of control.

He quickly ran forward to block the two of them, then hugged Qin Yan's waist, "Stop arguing, okay."

"Qin Beizhou, please leave first, please."

He looked at the earnestness in the girl's eyes and walked out of the community without saying a word.

Qin Yan wanted to hold the other person back, but was held tightly by the force around his waist. "Don't do this. Do you really want to cause trouble?!"

He suddenly stopped and turned to look at Jiang Zhiyue with a moment of aggrieved look, a hint of red flashing in his eyes.

"You are my girlfriend, why are you siding with Qin Beizhou?"

"It was obviously him who mentioned my mother."

She looked at the slightly red corners of the man's eyes and suddenly felt distressed. She wondered how the little boy, who lost his mother's love at the age of four and even knew clearly that he was killed by his father, survived.

Can there be someone I can hug and cry with?

"I'm sorry, Yan. I understand you."

Jiang Zhiyue stepped forward and hugged Qin Yan, "But if you really fight, wouldn't that satisfy him?"

She touched his soft short hair and suddenly remembered the information he had given her before. She wondered if today was a good time.

He tentatively said, "Ayan, Ren Yiyan, Mrs. Ren's affairs don't seem to be what you think."

"Although Master Qin brought five-year-old Qin Beizhou back to the Qin family six years after his first wife passed away."

"But it can only prove that it was a seamless transition, not that it was an extramarital affair."

The man's back stiffened, and he held the girl's thin shoulders with both hands. He straightened his body, and his dark pupils moved slightly. "Did Qin Beizhou tell you?"

"You believe it?"

This was actually mentioned by Tangbao before.

If it weren't for the fact that Teacher Qin fell in love with Ren Yiyan at first sight in the original plot, and then the connection was seamless, Jiang Zhiyue would have found it hard to believe such a coincidence.

"I was thinking that there might be some misunderstanding between you two."

"If it was a misunderstanding, the old man would have sat back and done nothing for more than 20 years."

"Will she keep swallowing her anger just to get a share of the Qin family's assets?"

Qin Yan was a little emotionally unstable. Seeing that the girl frowned due to his fingertips, he quickly released his strength.

The slender hands wrapped around Jiang Zhiyue's waist, tightening little by little, and his head was buried in the crook of her neck, as if absorbing the warmth.

After standing like this for a long time, his tense shoulders finally relaxed, the arrogance in his body disappeared, and his voice softened.

"Can we please not quarrel over Qin Beizhou?"

"I wanted to show you the trophy."

"sorry."

Jiang Zhiyue shook her head. "I support you, Ayan. I will always support you."

The girl took the trophy from his hand, looked at it carefully, and then changed the topic to something more relaxed, "I watched the live broadcast of the game."

She hooked her hand around the man's neck, stood on tiptoe and kissed the corner of his lips, making a soft 'bo' sound, "Congratulations, this is a reward."

Qin Yan stared at Jiang Zhiyue's gorgeous face. Her silky black hair was casually braided behind her head. There was an indescribable exquisiteness in her. He was distracted for a moment.

He asked in a hoarse voice: "Did you miss me?"

"Of course... um..."

Before she could finish her words, the man couldn't wait to lower his head and kiss her, biting the girl's rose-soft lips.

The warmth penetrates directly, and the ambiguous sound lingers on the earlobe, making one's heart beat faster.

A little sparkle overflows between lips and teeth.

The attack was so fierce that it was hard to resist.

"Ayan, don't stay here——"

With a soft cry, Jiang Zhiyue took the trophy and easily let the man hug her around the waist. She clung to him in panic like a koala.

Qin Yan carried her upstairs steadily, opened the door, put her down on the shelf in the entrance hall, and kissed her again.

Hot and crazy.

Until biting/opening the first button of the collar.

His eyes were filled with indelible despair.

"Reward me, please."