Quick Wear: The Crazy Boss Only Loves the Cold Host

Fu Chiyan's voice was extremely hoarse, as if he had smoked a whole box of cigarettes.

While he was talking, there were other actions.

"It's not the first time, why bother with such a chaste woman?"

Fu Chiyan's interest dropped suddenly when he saw the fear on Jiang Qing's face, but he still hugged her in his arms and turned her over.

So Jiang Qing was on top of him. Jiang Qing felt weak all over from the kisses and had no choice but to let Fu Chiyan help her up and sit on him, with her right hand resting on his cotton shirt.

He held the injured wrist to support her, and held her like that.

"Want to fight?"

Jiang Qing's clear eyes looked straight at Fu Chiyan, which immediately made him distracted.

"Do not hit."

"Why? Do you really want me to die so much?"

Fu Chiyan was laughing mischievously while talking and making gestures, and Jiang Qing's body was extremely stiff.

"I can't bear to die, Jiang Qing."

"You are indeed capable. You have seduced all the men in the Fu family."

"I didn't do anything, Mr. Fu."

Indeed, if you think about it carefully, Jiang Qing didn't seem to have done anything, but why did Fu Chiyan have different thoughts about Jiang Qing so quickly?

Fu Chiyan didn't figure out the crux of the matter, but it didn't matter, after all, Jiang Qing was his inheritance.

People always have a desire to possess what they own, don't they?

Jiang Qing struggled to get up, but Fu Chiyan once again pulled her wrist and pushed her forward, his hand gently around her neck.

"Why do you care so much about Nakata?"

Fu Chiyan felt like he was about to grasp a clue, but it slipped away in a flash.

"I do not have."

This time Jiang Qing easily pushed Fu Chiyan's hand away and got off him. She stood up and tidied her clothes before leaving the room. Fu Chiyan lay on Jiang Qing's bed with his clothes on. The pillow and quilt were full of her scent, a floral fragrance.

The next morning, Fu Chiyan went to the military headquarters. Jiang Qing hurriedly got up, put on an inconspicuous brown cheongsam and windbreaker, and put on a hat that could slightly cover her face before going out.

The rickshaw driver took Jiang Qing to the back door of Shengyu Tower and stopped. Shengyu Tower was open today and was crowded with people, many nobles came in an endless stream.

Mu Qiu and the others were all getting their hair and makeup done backstage, and there were almost no people in the backyard. Jiang Qing flashed into the room where Lian Zhong was. He had already gotten up and was trying to move his hands and feet to determine how his injuries were recovering. He was startled to see Jiang Qing come in quietly.

"Miss Jiang?"

"Fu Chiyan has agreed to the foreign invaders' order to search for you. How is your injury?"

Lian Zhong frowned, looking a little embarrassed. "It's just a scab. If I travel too much, it might crack again. But the most urgent thing is for me to leave Rucheng and go to Qamdo as soon as possible."

Jiang Qing nodded, "I will prepare some medicine for you so that you don't have to suffer so much."

"Ms. Jiang is so kind, Lian Zhong has no way to repay her."

"I never do this for reward. Brother Lian Zhong, I know that you revolutionaries all have your own beliefs. I hope you can persist until the last moment, instead of being like the current Military Control Commission... letting the country fall apart into warlords everywhere."

"That's natural, Miss Jiang."

As they were talking, there was a knock on the door. Jiang Qing walked over to open the door. It was someone who came to deliver Chinese medicine for Lian Zhong. Mu Qiu took a look at it and told him to take both western medicine and Chinese medicine together so that he would get better faster.

Jiang Qing thanked the visitor. The man was thin and looked very young. He was stunned when he saw Jiang Qing. He was a refugee who was rescued, so he naturally knew that it was Jiang Qing who had been protecting them, and he was a little emotional.

"Go and do your work." Jiang Qing smiled at him, took the Chinese medicine and closed the door.

Lian Zhong finished the drink in one gulp and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. "Miss Jiang, do you have any plans? It's hard for me to go out alone, but Miss Jiang can try to contact my friend here. He may be able to provide some help."

Jiang Qing had been thinking about how to get Lian Zhong out of Rucheng safely since last night. He had thought of several plans and asked Xiao Qi to calculate the success rate, but all of them were extremely low. Upon hearing this, he immediately wrote down the address given by Lian Zhong.

The sounds of singing and fighting from the stage reached the backyard. Jiang Qing didn't care how many people came to Shengyu Tower today, and immediately went out of the backyard and rushed to the hotel address given by Lian Zhong.

The largest hotel in Rucheng, Rongsheng Hotel.

Jiang Qing was glad that the color she wore today was plain and not many people noticed her.

She got off the rickshaw and walked inside, twisting her waist. She handed over a banknote with her delicate hand and said, "Help me get a room."

The front desk manager took a look at her. Jiang Qing's huge hat brim covered most of her face, leaving only her lips exposed, which had been painted with bright red lipstick on the way.

"What kind of room do you want? We have single rooms, double rooms, chess and card rooms, and suites."

"suite."

"Okay, wait a moment, please sign here."

But after a while, a room card and key were placed in Jiang Qing's hand. She nodded to the front desk manager and left.

The doorman took her to the elevator that had just come down. Jiang Qing looked at a man who entered the hotel lobby. The man was very burly and had a domineering look on his face.

The elevator door closed and the man was still looking at her through the gap in the iron bars.

When the elevator went up, the man walked to the front desk and asked, "Hello, what room did the woman book?"

The front desk manager had just finished recording the information Jiang Qing had given him, and without even raising his eyes, he said, "We don't disclose guest information here."

The man placed two gold ingots on the stage, also revealing that he was wearing a gold ring as wide as a fingernail.

"This, you take it by yourself."

The front desk manager took one look and immediately said with a smile, "The lady just now booked a suite."

"Give me the one opposite hers."

"Sir, that room has been booked."

"Then it's on that floor."

Another banknote was taken, and the receptionist asked the man to sign before handing over the suite key with a flattering smile on his face, "Here you go."

The man ignored the front desk manager, took his things and went to take the elevator.

After Jiang Qing entered the suite, he sat down on the exquisite and soft sofa. Not long after, someone knocked on the door and brought in a cup of coffee.

Jiang Qing actually didn't like coffee very much, but coffee seemed to be a very fashionable thing in this era. She just took a sip, sat for a while, took out the pen and paper prepared on the table in the hotel, wrote down the secret code Lian Zhong gave her, and got up to open the door.

There was no one outside the door. She took a deep breath, opened the door and walked out. She quickly ran to the door of a room, stuffed the note she had just written into the gap at the bottom, and then walked away from the floor.

Going down to the hotel lobby, she lowered the brim of her hat as she walked to the front desk, "605, help me renew my room."

"How many more days?"

"Four days."

"Ok."

Then she turned and left, and a pair of vicious eyes upstairs watched her gradually disappearing figure.

When they returned to the Fu residence, it was almost evening and Fu Chiyan had already returned. Jiang Qing frowned subconsciously and walked upstairs as if she didn't see him, but was stopped by Fu Chiyan.

"Wait, you're out again today?"

"After Fu Jizhong died, you went out more often."

The implication was obvious, and Yue Ze, who was standing by, lowered his head.

"I went out for a walk and took a look at Shengyulou's business."

Fu Chiyan stood up, his military boots making noises on the wooden floor, and approached Jiang Qing step by step.

"How's business?"

"Very good." Jiang Qing paused and stepped back involuntarily, "If Mr. Fu is okay, I'll go up first."

Fu Chiyan's face showed that naughty smile again. He really thought Jiang Qing was interesting. He didn't resist him going deeper, but he was also afraid of him getting close to him.

Very well behaved, but also very strange.

"Yes, I am worried about my inheritance. Does that count as a problem?"

The military boots stopped just three centimeters away from the tip of Jiang Qing's shoe, creating a sudden sense of ambiguity.

Fu Chiyan reached out and took off the hat that Jiang Qing had been wearing for the day, and helped her tidy up her slightly messy long hair, adding a bit of ambiguity.

"Not counting."

Fu Chiyan heard Jiang Qing's cold answer.