Chapter 843: Lan Lan Gets Angry (1)
"This incense is mixed with mandala, isn't it?" Qi Ye knocked on the table, and his tone seemed careless.
Yao Ling's smile stiffened for a moment, and her heart suddenly became a little more uneasy.
Her biggest dependence is not her beautiful figure, but the charm fragrance emanating from her body, she is the most proud work created by Aunt Schumann, since she was a child, she bathed with a special secret medicine, and over time, her body was stained with the characteristics of those drugs, once she sweated, she would secrete a sweet fragrance, which was very light at first, and would slowly increase later.
This fragrance is both a hypnotic. Feeling. Incense can also disturb people's brain nerves, making people hallucinate and mistakenly think that they are seeing someone they like......
But what she was proud of was broken by Qi Ye.
A feeling of shame came to her heart, she was like a singer in front of Ou Ruolan, like a little reptile in front of this man......
Qi Ye raised his eyes and looked at the watch on his wrist, and said in a lazy tone, "The time is too late." ”
It's almost time to play a role, but why does his expression still look so cold, without the slightest sign of emotion?
Yao Ling's eyes became vigilant.
Qi Ye raised the tail of his eyes, revealing a hint of flamboyant bewitchment, and frowned a little distressed: "Hmm...... It's a bit big to play this time......"
Inexplicably worried that his little white rabbit will blow up too much......
Without waiting for Yao Ling to ask, there was a sudden sound of light footsteps outside the door, someone pushed the door open and walked in, and said happily: "Qi Ye, I'll send-"
When a woman sees that there is suddenly an undressed woman in her husband's room, her expression will definitely not look good for whatever reason.
Ye Weilan was no exception, the smile on her face was immediately exhausted, and her eyes as cold as snow shot directly at Yao Ling, as sharp as a needle.
"Lan," Qi Ye called her softly, "Come here." ”
Ye Weilan's eyebrows moved, a trace of strangeness surged in her eyes, and she slipped over: "How is she-"
When her hand touched Qi Ye's body, the words of inquiry were immediately cut off, and her tone became urgent: "Why are your hands so cold?" ”
Not only the hand, but even that beautiful face was not quite right, Ye Weilan's hand caressed his face, and his face suddenly changed: "What's wrong with you?" ”
Although Qi Ye's body temperature has always been very low, it has never been so cold, and the skin under the palms of his hands is like ice cubes......
Qi Ye looked at her watery eyes, and smiled softly: "Don't worry......" He stroked her face, his face was as thin as snow: "Lan, don't be afraid." ”
He finished and collapsed into her arms.
Ye Weilan hugged him, she was dazed for a moment, and when she reacted to what happened, her whole face became extremely pale: "Qi Ye......"
This shout immediately alarmed the people outside, and a group of people in black quickly broke in, and when they saw the situation inside, they all changed color.
Yao Ling was also stunned in the face of this sudden change.
The sweet fragrance on her body will only make men lose control, and I have never heard of it that can make people faint.
She looked at Ye Weilan, who was crying with Qi Ye in her arms, picked up the skirt on the ground and was about to run, but unfortunately as soon as she grabbed her body, she was grabbed by her hair with one hand, and Yao Ling let out a miserable scream.
The person behind her was extremely ruthless, her scalp was almost torn, and the next second she was thrown at Ye Weilan's feet.