Lin Zixiao held the catkin in his hand and looked at Yun Qingyan and the others with undisguised hostility in their eyes, "Wushu, don't worry. As long as I'm here, you don't have to be afraid of them."
"But..." Jiang Wushu pulled Lin Zixiao's hand, looking timid.
Just as Lin Zixiao was about to say something to comfort him, a clear female voice interrupted his words, "Hey, have you had enough of the drama of bitter love?" Yun Qingyan leaned on the counter with one hand, tilted her head, and smiled. Naivety.
"We didn't say we didn't want this room, and we paid earlier than you. It was already booked for us.
Are you acting like I'm kicking you out of the hotel? Isn't it too much? Or do you have paranoia about being persecuted? "
"Pfft!" Those venomous words made several Yuanzhu who passed by couldn't help but laugh.
When Lin Zixiao heard this, his face turned red for a moment, and his handsome face was full of embarrassment.
However, Yun Qingyan is not the kind of person who takes care of his opponent's mood.
She picked up the two Yuan Yu that Batu had photographed and threw them at Lin Zixiao.
"As always, it's a first-come, first-served basis. The room has been reserved by us. Take your Yuan Yu and leave quickly."
When the two Yuan Yu flew toward him, Lin Zixiao thought that Yun Qingyan was going to hurt someone, so he led Jiang Wushu back quickly, and the two high-grade Yuan Yu jingled on the ground and rolled away. Several laps.
Lin Zixiao's face turned even uglier when he realized that he had reacted too much.
Comparing Yun Qingyan's carelessness with his excessive vigilance, it seemed that he was at a disadvantage.
After being ridiculed severely, Lin Zixiao's face turned as red as a grilled sausage. How had he ever been angry since he was a child
But he opened and closed his mouth, but didn't know how to respond.
A feeling of sullenness arose in Jiang Wushu's heart. She knew that he was not a talkative person, so why didn't she just take action
With his strength, could Yun Qingyan still be able to defeat him
But Jiang Wushu knew that if she directly ordered Lin Zixiao to take action, she would probably arouse Lin Zixiao's disgust, so she could only endure it and lowered her head, looking like she had been greatly wronged.
When Jiang Wushu was struggling to squeeze out a tear, she suddenly felt a line of sight that was as sharp as a cold front passing over her body, extremely sharp.
The careless voice floated into her ears lightly. It was not loud, but it was like a bolt from the blue to her.
"Jiang Wushu, I don't care what your intentions are. It's better if you don't come here to seek death." Yun Qingyan's lips curved slightly, "If you seek death yourself, I don't mind stretching your muscles."
Jiang Wushu's face turned pale instantly, and the losses she had suffered against Yun Qingyan in Bei'an Country came to her mind little by little.
Every time, she never won!
No… ! Why can't she win? !
She wants to win Yun Qingyan once!
"Brother Zixiao... I... let's go." Jiang Wushu tugged on Lin Zixiao's sleeves, her eyes slightly red on her half-raised face.
Lin Zixiao frowned fiercely, his eyes shot sharply at Yun Qingyan, and he said righteously, "Even if it's first come, first served, you shouldn't be so aggressive, right?"
Yun Qingyan glanced at him lazily, ignored him, turned around and said, "Shopkeeper, key."
"Here! Here you go!" The shopkeeper took in the scene just now, without much emotion on his face, and casually handed a few sets of keys to Yun Qingyan.
For him, it doesn't matter who rents the room, as long as he makes money.
Moreover, it was indeed Yun Qingyan and his party who delivered Yuan Yu first.
(End of chapter)