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

Jiang Zhiyue calmed herself down, took the wet towel and slowly wiped the man's slightly damp skin, the breath spraying on his forehead became hotter and hotter.

When his lips were only inches away from the top of his head, he suddenly took a half step back to avoid it, and his eyes moved slightly as he looked at the other person, as if half-jokingly confirming.

"Qin Yan, you are not in love with me, are you?"

Qin Yan paused at her straightforward question, and then a self-deprecating smile appeared on his brows, "Unfortunately, I seem to be the kind of man you mentioned who is attracted by beauty."

I was clearly feeling ashamed of You Yueze's superficiality yesterday, but now he has suddenly turned into a clown.

But how many loves don’t start this way?

It starts with beauty, ends with love.

"Jiang Zhiyue, I am not a promiscuous person, and I am not a casual person either."

"The group of women at the banquet were just playing around, so they weren't as bad as they say—"

He was explaining himself, anticipating that he would reveal his true feelings later, and the plot's deviation from the established track made Jiang Zhiyue feel upset.

I had to interrupt the other person and get straight to the point: "It's impossible for us to be together."

Qin Yan has been sought after since he was a child because of his family background and superior appearance, and he has always been the center of attention wherever he goes.

Apart from the socialites who are rushing to get close to her, there are a few men who are eager to try from time to time. They have never tasted the feeling of being rejected, but they are so decisive.

The decisiveness made him unable to react for a moment, "The reason."

Jiang Zhiyue thought for a moment, and then followed the lines from the melodramatic TV dramas she had watched before, and said, "Because our identities are so different, we are from two completely different worlds, and there will be no result if we are together."

"So don't even start."

As she spoke, she stuffed the wet wipes heated by her body temperature into the other person's hand. Fearing that he would continue to dwell on this topic, she left the venue first.

Qin Yan held the crumpled wet wipes in his palm, looking at the girl's back as she half ran and half walked. Her heroic facial features suddenly curved.

She just said that there was a huge gap in our status, she didn't say that she didn't like me.

Right.

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Qin Yan's private training hall covers a large area, and is surrounded by greenery, so its geographical location is relatively remote. He stood on the street for a long time before a taxi came.

The girl stopped the car without hesitation and found a man sitting in the passenger seat.

"Excuse me, Master. I want to go to the villa area on the second ring road of Beijing. Is it convenient to take a ride?"

The driver sitting in the driving seat bent his tall body, looked at Jiang Zhiyue through the car window, then lowered his head to glance at the mobile phone on the bracket, and then pressed the car lock.

She thanked him and sat in the back seat. She felt a little carsick from fiddling with her phone, so she lowered the window and looked at the scenery while enjoying the slightly tipsy breeze.

Jiang Zhiyue had just come to this world a short time ago and did not recognize the nearby roads, but judging from the buildings on both sides of the street, they should be heading towards the city center.

But isn’t it a bit of a coincidence that she and that big brother are going the same way?

Jiang Zhiyue looked at the two people sitting in the front row again with vigilance. They were both tall and strong. When they sat down, their heads almost touched the roof of the car. They looked to be at least 1.9 meters tall.

Then he secretly sent Lin Sheng his location through the chat box.

Before I could move my hand on the screen, I heard the low, hoarse voice of the man in the front seat, "We're here, Miss, please get off the bus."

She looked out the window in confusion, "Isn't this the Third Ring Road of Beijing?"

The driver didn't answer, but the man sitting in the passenger seat suddenly turned around, and his hand that was placed on the side of the seat slowly moved up, holding a black pistol.

The appearance is hard and cold, and the metal texture emits a chilling cold light in the sunlight, and the pitch-black muzzle is facing directly in the middle.

"Miss, please get out of the car."

Jiang Zhiyue's lips lost half of their color due to fear. If she displeased the other party, her head would explode in a moment. So she obediently put her phone into her bag under his gaze.

He got out of the car stiffly and walked into a restaurant, then entered the room through a secret door in the wall.

What caught my eye was the man's burgundy shirt, with sleeves sewn with gold thread and square cufflinks emerald green diamonds, which looked extremely noble.

"Qin..."

Jiang Zhiyue's words froze on her lips. For a villain like him who had an extremely meticulous mind, it was better to keep quiet, otherwise the more you said, the more mistakes you would make.

She only uttered one syllable, and it wasn't even complete, but Qin Beizhou still heard it. His originally distant eyes clearly showed a bit more inquiry.

"Excuse me, Miss Jiang, for inviting you to have afternoon tea."

"This is not considered presumptuous." Jiang Zhiyue glanced at the gun hanging in the air against her waist and said unhappily, "Did I offend you in any way?"

The man's rose-gray eyes moved from the muzzle of the gun to the girl's waist. He paused for a few seconds before looking at the person behind her. His voice was cold and light, but his tone was unquestionable.

"Didn't I ask you to invite someone over?"

Pu Yu, who had followed Qin Beizhou for three years, couldn't help but be stunned.

I did invite the person here, that's right.

He realized belatedly that Qin Beizhou only meant what he said literally, and quickly put the gun back to his waist, bowed his head and apologized apologetically. The man who was 1.9 meters tall and imposing suddenly lost his arrogance.

"I'm sorry, Miss Jiang, I'm sorry for the offense."

Jiang Zhiyue sat down opposite Qin Beizhou. The light in the room was bright and clear. For the first time, she could clearly see the man's upright features and sharp outlines. He exuded an unapproachable aura.

It seems like it can be seen through at a glance.

She didn't think that Qin Beizhou came to see her as Qin Yan's uncle, but she couldn't guess what the other party wanted to do. She slowly rubbed her fingers along the slightly hot wall of the coffee cup.

Seeing that the girl avoided his gaze, Qin Beizhou took out a blue velvet jewelry box and pushed it in front of her with his slender hands.

“Last time when I accidentally bumped into her at the bar, Miss Jiang’s hair tie fell to the ground.”

"I wanted to pick it up and return it someday, but I accidentally lost it yesterday, so I bought a new one. I hope Miss Jiang won't mind."

Two yuan a pound is sold by weight, there is no need to make such a fuss...

Jiang Zhiyue lowered her eyes to look at the half-open jewelry box, and saw that the upper part of the black string was decorated with two rows of diamonds, and she immediately had a question in her mind.

Could this broken diamond be real?

Jiang Zhiyue always felt that this man had bad intentions, so she didn't take it. She just picked up the coffee cup and took a sip. The strands of hair on the left side of her face fell into the coffee, soaking the ends of her hair.

Before he could free his hands, he saw Qin Beizhou suddenly stand up, and Yu Guangzhong stepped closer with his long and powerful legs.

Then, slightly cool fingertips gently slid across the skin, picked up the strand of wet hair and wiped it carefully.

The coffee-stained tissue was placed on the table, and the man lifted up the girl's long hair that fell in front of her.

The fingertips slid across the earlobe inch by inch, smoothing the silky soft hair, and stopped just below the earlobe.

The tentative touch made Jiang Zhiyue feel numb from her ears to her entire spine.

If Qin Beizhou's expression hadn't been so indifferent, she would definitely have mistakenly thought that he was flirting with her.

Qin Beizhou pinched the girl's slightly curly long hair between his fingertips and tied it up meticulously with a hair tie.

He supported himself on the table with his left hand, bent his body slightly, and put the person in the shadow. "This hair rope is worth five thousand."

But that was not what he meant, of course.

"What Qin Yan can give you, I can only give you more."

"Think about it carefully, Miss Jiang."