The gangster of fast wear is online

Chapter 342 The Counterattack of the Scholar 44
Feng Qiye's reluctance to contact outsiders is completely understandable, but judging from Feng Lu's attitude towards Quiet, maybe he treats this "ex-girlfriend" a little differently?

An Jing puts all her effort into dressing up today, not just to go through the motions for the auction.

She will definitely take the initiative to meet this person.

Lan Shuying followed her into a long downward staircase.

The dim light of the wall lamp was perfect for her to take cover, and then, one behind the other, they sank into the darkness.

Lan Shuying walked dozens of steps on the soft and thick carpet, when a man in black stopped her.

At this time, with her ghost pupils open, she clearly saw An Jing continuing to walk in the dark corridor, but she was stopped outside the carved gate.

"I was with her." Lan Shuying pointed at Quiet's back, and said a little embarrassedly: "The road just now was too dark, I almost lost track."

A ray of light suddenly hit her from above.

Lan Shuying accepted the scrutiny without changing her expression, her posture was very calm, but she just reacted like a normal person. She covered her forehead with one hand to avoid being stabbed in the eyes.

Thanks to Han Lifei for preparing her clothes - "Quiet and the same style".

This was quietly acquiesced, and it was also to fulfill the previous lie about distant relatives.

Just in time, An Jing stopped at that turn, she propped up the wall with one hand, her head tilted slightly, the curvaceous black figure seemed to be staring at the gate at first glance.

——as if waiting for someone.

Lan Shuying could see clearly that it was actually because the carpets there were redundant, stacked together, and uneven, causing the woman's feet in high heels to twist.

"go in."

The beam went out, and the man in black believed her and stepped aside.

Lan Shuying pretended that she had just been exposed to the light and was still unable to adapt to the darkness. She walked very slowly, every step was tentative, and she was afraid that she might fall.

The man in black couldn't help reminding in a deep voice: "Go forward 12 meters, turn right, Sister An is waiting for you there."

"Eh, ok, thank you."

Lan Shuying thought, this man in black also knows An Jing.

She still walked at the speed that made the man in black anxious, Jing Jing didn't notice that there was an extra person behind her.

Han Lifei's awkward self-esteem made him prefer to visit Feng Qiye as a junior, rather than take the route of tranquility and introduce Lan Shuying.So Jing Jing actually didn't know the purpose of her appearance here, but only vaguely knew that she had something to do.

On the way, Lan Shuying also received a message from Quiet, saying that she had something to leave for a while, and that she could meet at the fountain after the show.

Afterwards, Lan Shuying turned off her phone.

She walked in the corridor, which was monitored every other section, and there was a guard at each end of the corridor, and her physical data was at the same level as that of the members of the six-member group.

An Jing stopped in room number 7, put his hand on the doorknob, and stopped there without pushing it away immediately.

At this time, a person came out and said something to her, followed by the quiet voice obviously raised, and the two began to collide with each other. She wanted to go in, but this person kept blocking her.

The man retreated in, and the door closed before An Jing's eyes.

She was stunned for a while, then squatted down like a child who had lost her favorite toy, holding her knees with her hands.

The anger from the previous dispute faded away, and the excitement before going out today was also lost. Now she is exhausted, as if she will collapse if the wind blows.

Jing Jing walked over almost brushing Lan Shuying's body.

Her eyes seemed to be out of focus, and she was walking in the long corridor in a daze, while Lan Shuying stood at the fork in the road and watched the scene with "worried" eyes, Jing Jing didn't notice her.

The man in black here said in a low voice, "Aren't you leaving?"

Lan Shuying guessed that these people had special communication tools, and the man in black obviously realized that she was with An Jing.

She stared at Room 7, clenched her fists filled with righteous indignation: "I'm going to ask him why he treats Sister Jing like this!"

As she spoke, she slammed into Room 7 like a cannonball.

It happened to miss the arm that the man in black was trying to stop her.

"You..." The man in black was a little confused.

I just saw the reaction of Quiet and desperate, but suddenly encountered this style of painting, I am a little uncomfortable.But he knew that if he couldn't stop the girl, he was ready to get out of here.

The man in black chased after him wildly, and the short section of the corridor seemed to be playing a world-class sprint competition. The two even fought a few moves during the chase. Far away, he finally pushed the man in black away and opened the door.

pat.

She closed the door directly.

The people inside stared at her.

Suddenly there was a panting chuckle from behind.

"Little girl, what do you want?"

The person who said this was a dying patient, but when he could still open his eyes, he was still the all-powerful Feng Qiye.

The man is not old, he only looks about 30 years old, of course, it may also be because he is well maintained.

Pale and weak, this is his first impression.

However, those beautifully curved eyes, bright and clear, are enough to reverse the so-called first impression.

Perhaps, the people who can be called masters in every world always have something in common.

Good appearance features, cunning like a fox inside, such as Mr. Zhong Liuye.

If it is a bit higher rank, add another one: the means of playing with people's hearts.

It was probably Feng Qiye in front of him.

She silently took out a cloth bag from her handbag, and it was bulging, which immediately aroused the vigilance of most people in the room.

At that moment, overtly and secretly, at least ten guns were pointed at her head at the same time, and if there was a slight movement, her head might explode with a bang.

"I'm here to give a gift."

In their eyes, the little girl spoke calmly. She didn't look at the black muzzles around her at all, as if they didn't exist.

Feng Qiye coughed a few times, curled up his index finger lazily, and buckled the rattan armrest of the armchair once and for all.

"Open it, let me see."

The cloth bag was uncovered layer by layer.

The filling is gradually losing its effectiveness, and the turtle-shaped outline underneath is becoming clearer and more complete.

Feng Qiye's breathing rhythm changed.

Lan Shuying could feel the eagerness in his eyes without raising her head.

This time there seemed to be warmth in his smile, "Sit down and have a cup of tea, let's chat slowly."

……

The auction is drawing to a close.

Recently, Feng Qiye came for Linglongsuo, this is the news that some people know.

Qiye has always been a man of good manners. At that time, the owner of the thing had already negotiated with this person, so he didn't contact this person again, but took the invitation letter to take pictures on his own initiative.

But when it came to this one, he didn't make a move for a long time.

Panlong Pei and his good partner were lying in the same place lonely, and the auction was cold.

……

A long plain dress floated out from the underground passage.

Giving a piece of jade, in exchange for a promise, and a job opportunity, this deal is worth it.

(End of this chapter)