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

Fei Rui chuckled, looked at Lin Sheng with an unclear expression, and nodded in denial, "I thought you would care if your boyfriend was hurt."

"Compared to that, I want to know more about why you are holding someone's hand so tightly."

Perhaps they were too focused and didn't notice the girl who was watching from a distance for a while, taking in all of Fei Rui's actions.

The man paused, then turned to Jiang Zhiyue, "So you found out early on, on purpose."

She pulled the corner of her lip speechlessly. This guy really knows how to divert attention. He is probably a master of PUA.

"The point is not here, but what you are pestering Yueyue for."

Before he could speak, Lin Sheng interrupted him, "Yueyue, you go first. What comes next is a private matter we want to discuss."

Jiang Zhiyue gave him a worried look, and when he smiled, she left with her tea.

Watching the girl leave, Fei Rui hid the malice in his eyes, stepped forward and held Lin Sheng's hand, "You would rather believe her than me, Shengsheng, aren't we the closest relationship?"

"You are protecting outsiders without any explanation like this, which will make me very sad."

"This isn't the first time Jiang Zhiyue has been staring at me. Last time, when we were at the cat cafe, she was standing outside. If you don't believe me, you can restore the photos in your camera."

"I just wanted to ask why, and she seemed a little flustered and ready to run away."

"I was so anxious that I held her arm."

Girls are like this anyway. When they are in love, they lose the ability to think calmly. Just coax them.

Thinking of this, Fei Rui just curled his lips and hugged the person, but he saw Lin Sheng took a step back in advance.

"I knew Jiang Zhiyue before you did, and I know her better. Even if the photo is real, she must have her own reasons. Don't make assumptions."

"Also," the girl stepped forward and smoothed the man's wrinkled collar, raising her eyes inquiringly, "You've changed three or four perfumes recently, Fei Rui."

"He's so angry out of shame, maybe Yueyue caught him in a photo."

*

After confirming that Lin Sheng had arrived home safely, Jiang Zhiyue and Qin Wanni walked around the park for a while and then drove them back to the Qin family's old house.

"Sister-in-law, didn't my brother say he was busy today? Why don't you stay here tonight?"

Qin Wanni opened her bright round eyes and blinked at her, which made people smile. "I want to go out for a while. Let's do it another day."

Jiang Zhiyue took a taxi back to the residential area where she used to live. After a few days, there were still some black dust particles on the ground under her feet.

She squinted her eyes uncomfortably, and saw from afar a few brick-yellow buildings in the middle, whose walls had been burned into carbon black, with varying colors, as if she could see the trajectory of the flames at that time.

The video shows a fire dragon crawling on the wall, and the smoke is so horrible that the cameraman, who is far away, is choking and coughing.

It was still early in the morning when I was fast asleep.

Jiang Zhiyue pursed her lips, thinking back to how Lin Sheng had defended her in front of Fei Rui today. She always felt that the way they got along was not quite the same as she had expected, and she rubbed her long hair in annoyance.

If I had told her straight out at the beginning, this wouldn't have happened.

She wanted to move closer to take a look, but when she raised her foot, she happened to see the man waiting for her not far away.

She hasn't replied to the text message I sent three days ago.

A gust of wind suddenly blew by, blowing away the man's dark hair, revealing his forehead, exuding a unique charm.

Qin Beizhou's cold eyebrows and eyes were as deep and cold as ink paintings, his facial features were sharp and distinct, and the figure of a girl was reflected in his rose-gray eyes.

"Want to talk here?"

"Go to the car."

He walked in front of the girl, his long arms hanging at his sides, moving slightly with his steady steps.

When he raised his hand to pull the car door, Jiang Zhiyue suddenly grabbed his arm and turned it over. His palms and fingertips, which were originally cold white with a hint of pink, were covered with wounds of varying depths.

Some had just formed a thin scab, while others were still terribly bright red and painful to look at.

She couldn't help but frowned and looked up at the man, "Your hand is injured, have you applied medicine?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he bent over to reach the other side to check, and then let his uninjured left hand hold it.

The fingertips are slightly cool and the palms are warm.

"Can you help me wipe it?"

Jiang Zhiyue bought some disinfectant and gauze nearby. In view of the single-layer transparent film on the interior of the car and the dim light, she had to half-lower the window and sit next to the man.

She dipped a cotton swab in the medicine and wiped it little by little, using very gentle force as if she was afraid of hurting him.

Noticing the other person's slightly curled fingers, he habitually lowered his head and blew a few breaths of cool air to relieve the pain. When he reacted, he touched the tip of his nose and said, "I'm sorry."

As she arranged the gauze, she asked, "But why do you always get hurt? Don't you take care of your body?"

"Two more times, and my bandage wrapping skills will be perfect."

Jiang Zhiyue muttered to herself for a few words. Seeing that Qin Beizhou didn't respond, she looked over in confusion and found that the man was staring at her without blinking.

His expression was cold, but his gaze was like the undercurrent surging in the sea, and he didn't care about the wound on his hand at all.

The drunkard doesn't mean wine.

"Three days, have you considered my proposal?"

The girl paused in tying the bow, tied it silently, and sat back in her seat.

Noticing the man's gaze directed at her lower back, she pulled down her burgundy short-sleeved top, not realizing that there were also traces left by Qin Yan there.

"So that's what you're thinking."

Hearing the increasingly clear danger in the other party's words, Jiang Zhiyue leaned back alertly, but was supported by the man's arms at her side, and her nostrils were filled with a heavy and cold fragrance.

"Qin Beizhou, I think..."

"It's okay," he pressed his soft fingertips on the corner of the girl's lips, "If you don't want to, I'll help you divide it."

Qin Beizhou's tone slowed down, with a little more laziness in it. His burgundy shirt fit tightly on his body, outlining his straight collarbone and muscle lines.

Like a fascinating and dangerous red wine.

Then, he kissed the girl's beautiful lips in her surprised look.

The breath went straight in, gradually painting the beautiful lips crystal clear and moist, and the narrow eyes were condensed into a beautiful arc with the kiss, and the distinct eyelashes half blocked the vision.

Looking at Jiang Zhiyue's eyelashes trembling due to the deep kiss, and looking at her face slowly turning red due to his kiss.

The evil feeling of possession was bubbling up in my heart.

The girl's shoulders were suddenly pressed against the leather cushion, her seaweed-like black hair was slightly curled and scattered behind her, and she was breathing softly, making her beautiful face even more lively.

Then the man's overly beautiful fingertips hooked on the collar, and his round nails gently scratched the delicate skin.

"Do you think Qin Yan can identify which traces he left behind?"