"Sorry to keep you waiting." Good upbringing is always vividly displayed in him, Rong Qi inexplicably likes this feeling of self-discipline and indifference, and always thinks that if he tears this layer of vulgar skin, he will dye it a different color.

This is tantamount to blasphemy.

"It's okay, I'd love to."

is like an invisible hook that firmly hooks Chi Yan's heart, as if she is confessing, he is willing to do it anyway.

Zhou Chuyao's matter is his fault, the fault is that he didn't protect her well, and he won't allow this kind of thing to happen in the future.

The light in the car was dim, and Rong Qi watched Chi Yan buckle on his seat belt before starting the accelerator, but he could always feel that there was no strong line of sight.

At the traffic light, she turned her head and looked at the other party's expression very usually, thinking that she should be thinking too much.

Coughing, ready to be the first to break the silence, "Is Mr. Chi studying at Jiangzhou University?" ”

Chi Yan pressed the corners of his lips and replied to her: "No, I teach." ”

Rong Qi seems to be surprised but not very surprised, and always feels that the identity of Chi Yan's temperament is not so simple.

The piano music played in the car in a low voice was "Canon", and Rong Qi liked it very much.

"Like to listen to piano music?" Chi Yan asked lightly, speaking at a slow pace.

She replied, "Yes, and occasionally go back to the scene when it's okay." ”

I don't know what I thought, my eyes flashed with brilliance, and I said excitedly: "Especially An Yubai's, I like him very much, and he will watch almost every show." ”

An Yubai is a person known as a genius in the music industry, and his beautiful hands always play all kinds of tunes, and Rong Qi is rarely fascinated.

Rong Qi felt that as soon as this sentence fell, the atmosphere seemed to be a little colder, and he heard the man's voice containing cold silence say: "I will too." ”

She was stunned for a moment, because she didn't look at his expression while driving, and praised, "I seem to see it, because your hands are really good-looking." ”

I obviously felt that the atmosphere was a little warmer again, and even my voice was full of joy, "Thank you, if you can, can you listen to my playing?" ”

It was a concert for her alone, and he didn't know how long he had been preparing for it.

She likes beautiful eyes, beautiful hands, and everything that looks good, so he is very careful to protect it.

Rong Qi's eyes overflowed with a smile, and he naturally couldn't ask for it in his heart.

"Okay."

Passing by the night snack city last time, it was still overcrowded, the traffic was weaving, and Rong Qi began to be a little absent-minded when he smelled the compelling fragrance.

Chi Yan understood, and in the dim light, his eyes smiled seriously and asked, "Do you want something to eat?" ”

The car braked almost at the same time, and it seemed that a parking space had already been found.

Rong Qi felt that Chi Yan was simply a little angel, and he could always see through her thoughts.

......

No one knew that in a small alley far away from the police station, the man who was sitting against the wall and panting with his head up, his black cap had already fallen to the ground and was covered with a layer of dust, it was the paparazzi.

The camera was shattered into pieces, and on the wall behind him, a dagger was inserted only three centimeters away from his ear, digging deep into the hard cement, red blood sliding down the ground, and the indifferent moonlight reflected its originally sharp blade on the bloodthirsty and treacherous color.

He clutched his injured hand in pain, blood still flowing, splashing from his fingers on the dusty floor.

Back two hours ago, he was caught here by a beautiful hand, and his face and abdomen were not lightly beaten, and his eyes were in pain.

"Don't provoke her, I'm serious about warning."

He didn't even have time to sigh at the face that overwhelmed all beings, and suddenly he was awakened by this cold warning.

The man didn't seem to care how he answered, as if he didn't dare that it didn't matter to him whether he agreed or not, he had to pay for his mistake anyway.

He looked at the dagger that was close at hand, his throat trembled, and he trembled, "I warn you! Don't mess around! ”

Obviously, this sentence did not threaten the man in the slightest.

He looked at the dagger with admiration, his voice was as mellow as good wine overnight, and asked him with great interest, "Is this dagger pretty?" ”

Afraid of angering the demon, he hurriedly nodded.

The next voice sounded even more terrifying than the demon, "It should look better if it is stained with blood." ”