My wife has a cinnabar mole in her heart

"I want to wait for the trial here?" Qu Yue avoided Lin Ran's topic, bent down and sat on the chair, facing Lin Ran.

Lin Ran raised her eyes, looked at Qu Yue for a long time, and replied, "Yes."

Qu Yue: "When will it start?"

"I don't know." Lin Ran put away the gun in his hand and stood up from the ground, "You can do it yourself."

Hearing this, Qu Yue relaxed her body and leaned against the back of the chair.After a long silence, he asked, "Did you follow Qi Yu?"

"It's serving," Lin Ran corrected annoyed, "not following."

"Why?" Lin Ran is not someone who can't see the situation clearly, Qi Yu will lose at this juncture, Lin Ran doesn't need to seek his own death.

Lin Ran's eyes flickered, but finally he replied unceremoniously: "Why do you want to serve Qi Shu?"

This question made Qu Yue's eyelashes tremble slightly involuntarily, but he laughed out loud and replied in a relaxed tone: "I said I can't help myself, do you believe it?"

Lin Ran's pupils constricted suddenly: "Body, can't help yourself?"

"You really believe it." The smile on the corner of Qu Yue's mouth was stronger than before.

"Are you teasing me?" Lin Ran frowned, took out the gun he had just put in his pocket and pointed it at Qu Yue, "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you with one shot?"

"I'm afraid." Qu Yue nodded, "But Qi Yu didn't give the order, so you can't kill me for the time being."

"Sooner or later."

"I don't want to die." Qu Yue ignored the gun that Lin Ran was pointing at her, and said in a soft voice, "So can I ask you, what kind of person Qi Yu likes? I should be nice for a while, or continue Fighting with him? Which way can make him interested in me, and what can I do to live longer?"

"Qu Yue!" Lin Ran was completely irritated by him, "You have no bottom line! A fool like you is a cancer among killers, and you will ruin the reputation of the organization outside!"

After yelling, he seemed to be really afraid that he could shoot Qu Yue out of control, opened the door and walked out angrily, locking Qu Yue in the secret room alone.

The door slammed loudly, shaking my heart.

Qu Yue watched his leaving back, the smile on her lips did not take back, and the sarcasm flashed away in her eyes.

Unexpectedly, in the entire assassin organization, Lin Ran, who had never stopped speaking satirically about him, would actually ask him why he didn't carry a gun, would always acquiesce that he belonged to the assassin organization, and could see that he had tried his best to approach him for a long time. Goals and dreams you want to achieve.

ridiculous.

Yet it's a little bit sad.

After Qi Yu explained everything to his subordinates, he went directly to the secret room where Qu Yue was held.

He entered the password to open the door, caught a glimpse of Qu Yue resting on the chair with his eyes closed, raised his eyebrows slightly.

Taking a few steps forward, Qi Yu slowly unscrewed the teacup in his hand, raised it high, and poured the remaining warm water and tea leaves directly on Qu Yue's face.

Qu Yue suddenly woke up from her nap.

Qi Yu was really amused by the way his face was stained with tea and his eyes widened in surprise.

He smiled and said, "Did you sleep comfortably?"

Qu Yue shook her head, trying to let the things sticking to his face fall off.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Qi Yu pinched his chin impatiently, and said sternly, "Don't fucking pretend you didn't hear."

"Uncomfortable." Qu Yue raised her hand to meet his gaze, and inadvertently stretched out her tongue to lick the tea stained on the corner of her mouth. After tasting it, Qi Yu smiled, "So bitter?"

Because of his uncharacteristic appearance, Qi Yu intensified the strength in his hands, and couldn't help but sneer: "It's because of your appearance that Shang Huai and Liu Yang are willing to die for your ass one by one?"

"Not only." Qu Yue shook her head, "And your brother Qi Han."

After speaking, he paused, and added with a smile: "Qi Yi is almost there."

"You're just a bitch who can fuck anyone, relying on the bundled packaging..."

"Do I need to pack it?" Qu Yue turned her head to the side vigorously, and when she broke free from Qi Yu's restraint, she interrupted Qi Shu's unpleasant words.

He took advantage of the opportunity to stand up from the chair, and took a small step forward to get close to Qi Yu, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

He raised his head, and exhaled warm breath on Qi Yi's chin: "Could it be because my face lacks some vulgar makeup, so I can't catch your eyes?"

"Stop doing this."

Qi Yu raised his hand to grab Qu Yue's neck, and at the moment when he was about to tighten it, he heard Qu Yue's voice stretched out: "Or, your taste is quite unique..."

Qu Yue bit her lower lip tightly, pierced her fangs into the flesh, and suddenly bright red blood dripped from the wound: "Like this?"

"You..." Qi Yu stared at the blooming blood on his lips like a flower, and the moment his pupils constricted, his hand shook unconsciously.

Qu Yue smiled slightly: "I heard that the young masters of the Qi family have their own loves, the eldest master loves power and power, the second young master loves blood and gore, and the third young master loves skirts and beauty. Now that I think about it, I'm really right."

"If you don't want to be killed by me on the bed like other gadgets, then put away your slutty appearance." Under Qi Yu's warning, there was deliberately hidden breathing that was aggravated by Qu Yue.

Qu Yue took a step back to distance herself from Qi Yu.

Qi Yu thought he was afraid in front of him, and the mocking smile returned to his face, and his voice was ruffian: "Are you afraid?"

"Don't be afraid. How about you help me untie the handcuffs." Qu Yue tilted her head and smiled, "Once the killer's hands are bound, he won't be able to hold the gun."

"Have you not figured out the situation yet?" Qi Yu grabbed Qu Yue's shirt by the shoulders, approaching Qu Yue and threatened, "Need me to remind you of the identity of the prisoner?"

Qu Yue slowly raised her eyelids, her eyelashes brushed against the skin of Qi Yu's chin like feathers.The bright white light in the secret room was reflected in his sparkling eyes, like caramel-colored gemstones, deep and cold.

He said: "There are as many Ganges sands as there are prisoners in your cell. Is one less than me, is it really not enough?"

Qi Yu's gaze rested on Qu Yue's extremely delicate face for a few seconds, and then he pulled out an indistinct smile: "It's interesting to challenge me to be patient again and again... If you insist on sending it into my arms, I will I don't mind messing you up!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed Qu Yue violently, quickly pulled him back a few steps against the wall, leaned over and bit Qu Yue's lips hard.

Qu Yue hit the back of her head against the wall, causing dizziness in front of her eyes.

He frowned in pain, bearing it without responding.

He endured until blood left along the corner of his mouth, endured until Qi Yu's kiss slid down his neck little by little, and endured until he heard the sound of his shirt being ripped open with bare hands, he suddenly said: "You know Qi Shu Why did you kill Qi Han?"

Qi Yu was stunned for a while.

Qu Yue looked down at Qi Yu who was buried in front of her chest, and her voice became cold again: "Do you know why Qi Shu still wants to keep me by my side after I've been with so many people?"