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

Jiang Zhiyue coughed lightly to hide her discomfort. Did Qin Beizhou think that she had some relationship with Qin Yan?

As an uncle, he actually stole the girl from his own nephew.

This relationship is quite messy.

Worried that Qin Beizhou would target her because of his hostile relationship with Qin Yan, Jiang Zhiyue calmed herself down and raised her hand to untie her hair tie while saying, "Mr. Qin, you seem to have misunderstood..."

Before he could finish his words, the door was suddenly kicked open from the outside.

Qin Yan, who rushed over, saw the man's hand holding the girl's wrist at her hair, holding her in an ambiguous posture.

He mistook Jiang Zhiyue's fright at the loud noise as helplessness, and couldn't help but get angry.

The hand that tried to stop him from untying the hair rope was shaken away. Qin Beizhou's shoulder tilted slightly due to the force, and his cold eyes looked at Qin Yan in mid-air.

"Are you still a man? You don't even let women go?"

Qin Yan pulled up the staggering girl sitting on the stool, and used his broad shoulders to block the girl behind him. Anger was brewing in his dark eyes, like a ferocious beast waiting for an opportunity to strike.

The two men almost looked at each other at eye level, but their expressions were completely opposite. Qin Beizhou, on the contrary, looked like a spectator who had nothing to do with the matter, as if every emotion of the previous person was a good show.

"I just want to invite Miss Jiang to have a cup of coffee."

"What kind of coffee requires kidnapping people."

If I hadn't checked the surveillance cameras outside the venue to catch up with him, I don't know what excessive actions he would have taken against Jiang Zhiyue.

"Does stealing something make you feel so accomplished?"

Qin Yan took a step forward, with the tip of his shoe almost touching Qin Beizhou's leather shoes, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense and hostile.

Pu Yu instinctively took out his pistol, and the muzzle of the gun passed over the side of the man's neck and pointed directly at Qin Yan.

"This broken gun can't threaten me," he said with a casual look and a bit of disdain, "If anything happens to me, you will be the first one to be investigated."

"You wouldn't raise such stupid subordinates."

Jiang Zhiyue was so nervous that she didn't say a word. She was struggling over whether or not to call the police. But she was also afraid that Qin Beizhou would be implicated and the subsequent plot would be disrupted, so she had to stay put.

He was pinching the wrinkled collar of his clothes, and suddenly he saw Pu Yu turn the muzzle of his gun and point it at him again. His back straightened.

She is really a cannon fodder.

Tie Q.

Catching Qin Yan's frozen expression, Qin Beizhou already had an accurate answer to the relationship between the two, and raised his hand to signal him to put away the gun.

"It seems that today is not a good time. See you another day, Miss Jiang."

Hearing the other party's intention to send the guest away, Jiang Zhiyue hurriedly took Qin Yan's arm and took him away to prevent the situation from becoming more serious.

He didn't want to get away with it easily, but the girl's soft white hand pulled him several times, and the soft touch on her arm was hard to ignore, so he had to obey and leave the restaurant.

Qin Beizhou watched the two figures, who seemed a little intimate due to the pulling, disappear around the corner. His rose-gray eyes sank a little and the air pressure around him dropped suddenly.

"Jiang Zhiyue is still useful to me, so I can't touch her."

"If you can't control your hands, I'll shoot myself next time."

*

As soon as Jiang Zhiyue stepped out of the restaurant's main entrance, a girl rushed out in front of her and hugged her tightly. She held her shoulders and looked left and right, "Yueyue, are you okay?!"

She didn't expect Lin Sheng to be there too, and shook her head.

"When I saw you had been out for so long and hadn't come back, and suddenly I got your location, I felt something was wrong."

"I took a taxi and ran into this dog outside the door... Master, I was afraid that going in would cause trouble, so I waited for you outside."

"I'm fine. Sorry to have made you worry." Jiang Zhiyue didn't want to ruin Lin Sheng's impression of the second male lead, so she said lightly, "It's just a misunderstanding. Qin Beizhou just wanted to return my hair tie."

Hearing this, Qin Yan chuckled silently, grabbed the girl's wrist and walked towards the supercar on the side of the road, "Let's go, I'll take you back."

"What about Lin Sheng?"

The man refused mercilessly: "My car can only accommodate two people."

Lin Sheng didn't expect Qin Yan to give her a ride, and she was afraid that he would be stingy with the fare, so she waved her hand nonchalantly and said, "I can just hail a taxi at the street corner."

"Then I will accompany you."

"You take my car." Qin Yan tightened his grip, with no intention of letting him go. "Don't you know what you were riding in when you were kidnapped?"

Jiang Zhiyue couldn't stand up to the other party, so she had to sit in the passenger seat and fasten her seat belt. Then she saw the man's big hand stretched out in front of her, "?"

"cell phone."

"doing what?"

"Save the number, add WeChat." Qin Yan's dark hair fell slightly in front of his forehead, and his deep eyebrows were folded between the light and shadow. "You ask Lin Sheng for help, what can she solve for you?"

"If you encounter danger in the future, contact me immediately."

She followed his instructions and sent him a friend request. After adding him, she changed the note to [Qin Yan]. Just as she pressed the black screen, she heard him say, "Pin it to the top."

"No need."

The man withdrew his gaze from the chat box that had been fixed for half a day, and said slowly: "Even the chat group of Pin Xi Xi where people are slashing each other can be pinned to the top, so what's wrong with me?"

"..."

Seeing that his dialog box stopped at the top, Qin Yan started the car with satisfaction. The air was quiet for a moment, and suddenly he spoke to break the silence.

"Chen Yiguo, President of the Sports Association, founder of the V7 Sports Club, Chairman of Jianan Group, and the fifteenth richest man in Beijing—"

"Xu Qiang, founder of Beijing Tourism and Entertainment Co., Ltd. and Gaming Co., Ltd., worth tens of billions——"

"Meng Xuewen——"

Jiang Zhiyue heard him talk about a bunch of rich people without any context, and raised her eyebrows in confusion, "What do you mean by suddenly mentioning them?"

"What you care about."

"I'll talk to whoever you like and ask them to adopt you as their adopted daughter. Then your identity won't be a problem."

"."

Duck doesn't need to make such a fuss, really.

"Qin Yan, you are the prince of the Qin family, the heir of the Qin family. You are born at the end of what others have struggled for their entire lives. You can do whatever you want, and even call the shots in Beijing."

"But I can't do that, and I'm not qualified to act recklessly, so I won't agree to do that. It's ridiculous."

Qin Yan didn't say anything else. His dark eyes were fixed on the intersection ahead, and his light red lips were pursed into a sharp straight line.

He rubbed his fingertips on the steering wheel several times, his face unhappy, "So you don't want to take responsibility."

His deep voice had a hard and cold tone, and his tone was questioning, "Do you think I'm some kind of plaster that you can just tear off and throw away after use?"

"..."

If I remember correctly, it seemed that he was the one who forcefully kissed me.

"We've only kissed twice." Jiang Zhiyue was helpless and amused, "Why do you sound like someone slept with you and is asking you to take responsibility?"

Hearing the key words in the words, Qin Yan stopped the car at the traffic light and suddenly turned his head to look at the girl.

He put away his cynical look, and his pair of black eyes, between those of Ruifeng and Taohua, were as deep as the sea, as if he was asking a question seriously.

"So if we sleep together, will you be responsible for me?"