Zhan Wuyou lowered his eyes slightly, looking at Zhan Jinru holding his hand.
Maybe it was because of nervousness, his palms were covered with sweat.
The cold and slippery sticking to his palm made people sick to the stomach.
Zhan Wuyou's voice was soft and soft, "I'm sorry, the master called me over." After finishing speaking, he quickly withdrew his hand.
Zhan Jinru didn't pay much attention to Zhan Wuyou before, but now he has sincere expectations for him.
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Zhan's family is considered prominent in the provincial capital, but it is still not comparable to Yan's family.
If they really make trouble because of this matter, they will suffer.
At this moment, he was even a little angry.
It is a rare and beautiful thing for me to use Zhan Wuyou to catch up with Yan Qing!
Even if the Yan family leaked a little bit, it was enough for him to eat to his full.
But now...
Zhan Zongyan was used to lawlessness, and he turned a blind eye to Zhan Wuyou's harsh and reckless behavior on weekdays. But this has already been labeled as Yan Qing, and he is still the same as before, but he has no eyesight to see!
Obviously Xiaochun is so considerate and sensible, but the children he teaches are so ignorant of the rules!
He kept complaining in his heart, but looked up at Zhan Wuyou with kind and gentle eyes.
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Yan Qing pinched Zhan Wuyou's chin, lifted his face slightly and looked left and right, "Pain?"
Zhan Wuyou's eyes were shining brightly, like a bullied little animal has found a backbone, and there is a little grievance in the attachment that is not easy to detect.
He stretched out his hand to gently grab Yan Qing's clothes, and said in a low voice, "It doesn't hurt." It hurts to death! I need you to hug, kiss, and roll on the bed to get better.
It's a pity that there was still a disgusting father and son standing in the elevator, so he could only put away the second half of his coquettish and sloppy conversation.
"What hurt it?" Yan Qing just pretended not to hear the word no pain. He took out a veil from his pocket and pressed it on his wound.
Zhan Wuyou grinned when he pressed his teeth. The voice was also vague, "The incense burner is knocking."
"It's really promising." Yan Qing's voice was flat, and she didn't sound angry.
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Because Yan Qing was standing in the middle of the elevator door, even though there was space on both sides to walk. But when he stood there, there was an inexplicable aura of strangers stopping.
Zhan Zongyan had lingering fears when he saw the elevator door open, so he huddled in the elevator and said nothing.
Zhan Jinru didn't have so much time, he even asked Mr. Wang to discuss the land, so he couldn't waste it.
He coughed lightly, and retreated as the way forward, "Wuyou's wound needs to be dealt with as soon as possible, why don't I send him to the hospital first." Then he walked out.
Yan Qing's gaze fell on Zhan Jinru as if it had substance.
Zhan Jinru's heart skipped a beat, and his steps became hesitant.
But staying in the elevator is not the same thing, he bite the bullet and took two more steps.
When I saw that I was about to get out of the elevator,
Yan Qing suddenly raised her foot and kicked it mercilessly.
Zhan Jinru didn't expect that he would make a move suddenly, and he flew upside down two meters, fell on the elevator wall, and groaned.
Zhan Zongyan was startled, and as soon as he uttered an exclamation, Yan Qing's turned gaze strangled it back into his throat.
His throat joint rolled up and down, and he swallowed the second half back into his stomach in great horror.
A heart was beating fast and chaotically.
"Come on," Yan Qing casually pointed to a waiter. "Go and get all the incense burners in the store."
The person named happened to be Xiaobai who came to inquire about the situation.
He has been with Zhan Nan for many years, and he has already been infected with bad water.
Seeing this driving, I guessed what happened next.
He bowed his head and said yes, and prepared to bring the incense burners from the entire teahouse.
The business of the teahouse is actually good, with an occupancy rate of 30%.
Whenever he entered a private room with customers, he explained the reason in unison - the young master of Zhan's family injured Lord Yan's people with the incense burner, Lord Yan asked us to get the incense burner, and we did not accept the rest. I know, we dare not ask.
Zhan Nan thought that he was moving too slowly alone, so he secretly called all the waiters over, repeatedly told them to explain the reason for picking up the incense burner when they met customers, and asked them to pick it up quickly.
All the waiters in the teahouse were dispatched. Within ten minutes, all the incense burners in the museum were brought to the elevator.
They are also intimately arranged neatly with four-storey carts.
Xiaobai took the initiative to move a mahogany armchair over for Lord Yan to sit on.
Yan Qing looked at the mahogany chair, glanced at Xiaobai with a half-smile, then stretched out her hand, and dragged Zhan Wuyou into the chair.
He leaned against the armrest of the wooden chair.
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Yan Qing's legs were straight and slender, and that leaning showed her advantage.
That leg stood out like a work of art.
If it wasn't for the wrong timing, Zhan Wuyou would have turned into an ivy and entangled him.
It's a pity that the timing is not right now!
He tried his best to suppress his lust for Yan Qing. Looking up, Yan Qing took an incense burner, weighed it in her hand, and commented, "The materials are solid."
Zhan Wuyou nodded in his heart, indeed.
Before hitting it, he didn't expect so much blood to be shed, and the materials used are really solid.
Bang bang hard!
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Yan Qing is worthy of being a representative figure of moodiness.
After weighing it a few times, he raised his hand without warning and threw the incense burner into the elevator!
Zhan Wuyou saw it clearly, he just threw it at Zhan Zongyan!
'bump! '
A muffled sound!
The bang and hard incense burner hit Zhan Zongyan's forehead accurately, and bright red blood gushed out immediately.
It's not over yet, I don't know if it's the Zhan family's father and son's bad luck or Yan Qing's exquisite control, the shattered fragments of the shattered incense burner fell on the Zhan family's father and son like rain, cutting their exposed skin.
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Zhan Zongyan covered his smashed face, as if he was stunned by fright, and he didn't make a sound.
"The young master of the Zhan family is really calm." Yan Qing lowered her head and said to Zhan Wuyou with a low voice, "It's different from a coquettish person like you."
Zhan Wuyou wanted to laugh, but couldn't.
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"Master Yan," Zhan Jinru, who was in a mess, stood up holding his stomach.
It is said that Buddha has three points of anger.
Even though the Zhan family is not as good as the Yan family, it is really embarrassing to be kicked out by such a junior in public.
Seeing more and more people watching, Zhan Jinru put on a dignified expression, "What are you doing?"
"Can't you see it?" Yan Qing tilted her head slightly, her face was full of 'I just want to punish you', 'I want to punish you', 'If you want to fuck you, you have to choose your life'.
Zhan Jinru could hardly catch his breath.
If it wasn't for the disparity in status, he would have wished to find someone to kill Yan Qing.
But now he can only hold back his anger, and try his best to calmly say, "I don't know what offended you, father and son?"
Yan Qing gently caressed Zhan Wuyou's face with her slender fingertips, and said slowly, "Can you still ask this question?"
Zhan Jinru understood, he gritted his teeth, "You misunderstood. He accidentally knocked Wuyou's injury, I..."
Yan Qing's face turned cold, and she stood up from the armrest.
He has a fierce reputation, and no one dares to speak when he is angry.
At this moment, his face sank. Zhan Jinru couldn't say anything else after the word 'I'.
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"Patriarch Zhan." Yan Qing's voice was deep and magnetic, calling out this title at this moment made Zhan Jinru's complexion pale.
With a sneer, he took an incense burner from the four-story cart and put it in Zhan Wuyou's hand. "I like this incense burner very much. I want to borrow two people to test the quality. Do you mind?"
Zhan Jinru's face was ugly.
After a long while, I squeezed out three words from between my teeth, "I don't mind."
"That's good." Yan Qing took Zhan Wuyou's hand and smashed the incense burner into the elevator.
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