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"I want......"

Jiang Qiyu's mind was spinning rapidly, and finally when the emotions in the man's eyes became more and more intense, she had a flash of inspiration:

"I want--no, let's forget it. I suddenly remembered that my room seemed to be on fire. Just like that, go back and put out the fire first, haha..."

As she said that, she turned around and wanted to run, but when she touched the doorknob with her fingertips, she heard an unhurried voice behind her:

"You can't go back."

"—"

Jiang Qiyu was agitated, subconsciously her legs were weak, and she tremblingly said:

"Why, why?"

"..."

The sound of the hair dryer in the bathroom sounded again, accompanied by his undisguised smile:

"You didn't bring your room card with you when you went out."

"???"

Upon hearing this, she immediately lowered her head and took out——

pocket?

Gan!Don't even have a cell phone? !

"...Why didn't you remind me just now?"

"Is there a difference when to remind you?"

Of course, Qi Yu couldn't say that he himself just remembered it.

"..."

Jiang Qiyu gritted her teeth, then moved to the door of the bathroom in small steps, holding the door frame with both hands and quietly poking out half of her head:

"Then can you call the assistant for me?"

The man's hair is short and half dry at this time.

He turned off the hairdryer, and slowly tidied up the thread and put it back where it was before turning his head to look at the dog's head beside the door frame.

Slowly raised a sincere smile:

"No."

"why?"

Jiang Qiyu's eyes widened, her face full of disbelief:

"You boy, don't talk about anything else, just our relationship, what's wrong with you calling me?"

"Oh?" Qi Yu caught the key words from these words, and frowned deliberately watching her jump:

"What's our relationship?"

"?!!"

Hearing this, the person who was still hesitating at the door of the bathroom immediately became angry.

He strode into the steamy bathroom, raised his head solemnly and asked the man:

"Qi Yu, you won't be a ruthless scumbag, will you?"

"..."

As soon as this overly explicit and thought-provoking remark came out, the person who was originally at ease lost his temper.

His face became hot, he was angry and laughed:

"Jiang Qiyu, feel your conscience and say, who are we... ruthless?"

Jiang Qiyu put her hand on her chest, arguing with him unabated:

"Even if you touch your conscience, you are ruthless!"

"—"

Qi Yu's body froze, and then he squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth:

"Touch your own!"

"Oh......"

Unconsciously pinching the chest muscles that felt good in the hand, Jiang Qiyu withdrew her claws with some regret.

Then he shrugged confidently:

"If I have that thing, why touch yours?"

After finishing speaking, with a face that everything is negotiable, he rubbed his hands with a smile, playing soft and hard:

"Qi Yu, Boss Qi, Young Master Qi, just give me one?"

It was Yu Xiaoyu's ID card that was used to open the room, and Yu Xiaoyu had to come to apply for a replacement room card now.

But Jiang Qiyu forgot to ask Yu Xiaoyu which floor she lived in, she couldn't go knocking on hotel room doors in her pajamas.

"..."

This is the first time in Qi Yu's life that someone has acted like a baby, or in other words,

It was the first time I realized that this was acting like a baby.

This awareness made the man's ear tip even more crimson.

Although he was very useful in his heart, he still had an unmoved attitude on his face.

He walked past her and walked out of the bathroom with a soft snort, turned his back to the person to ease the breath that was almost stagnant just now, and then said quietly:

"I'm not helping everyone."

Jiang Qiyu didn't suspect him, and hurriedly chased him out:

"It's so dragging, you don't want to die?!"

"Ok?"

"I mean, how can you help?"

"It's not impossible to help you..."

The man sat lazily on the sofa, with his arms crossed and his long legs crossed. There were a few faint veins of veins on his bare ankles and arms, which was really pleasing to the eye.

He raised his chin slightly, and the chin and neck formed a distinct line, seemingly unintentionally said:

"But what good will I do if I help you?"

Jiang Qiyu folded her arms, her eyes suspicious: "Isn't my sincere thanks enough?"

"..."

"Then I'll set a pennant for you?"

"..."

"You kid don't want to take that 100 million back, do you?!"

Hearing this sentence, Qi Yu glanced at her angrily, lowered his eyes lightly, and then said in a desperate way:

"We...does he know?"

"Who? Know what?"

"?"

Looking up and seeing her innocent expression, the man's eyes were full of anger, and the tips of his ears, which had cooled down a little earlier, burned again.

He gritted his teeth, with a hint of bluff in his tone:

"Does your boyfriend know what happened to us that night?"

"—"

At this time, Jiang Qiyu suddenly understood.

On the day of the relationship, the captain of the security guard who she talked nonsense was hot, did he really take it to heart?

Could it be that for the past two days, Qi Yu has been regretting and giving up on himself for accidentally becoming a male mistress?

Thinking of this, the expression on her face changed, and the corners of her lips slowly evoked a wicked smile:

"You said that..."

As he spoke, he moved his footsteps lightly, and approached the awkward man, with a casual tone:

"He probably doesn't know yet?"

As she approached, Qi Yue's body gradually began to tense.

Finally, when the sofa beside him was slightly sunken, his Adam's apple moved, and he retreated unnaturally:

"I am also responsible for this matter. In this way, you give me his contact information, and I will talk to him."

"Are you going to talk?"

Jiang Qiyu sat sideways beside him, looking curiously at the man's crimson ears:

"What do you want to talk to him about?"

Qi Yu was justified: "Break up."

In order to maintain his own image, he still did not bring out his own set of remarks that "others are mistresses".

"separate?"

"Ah."

Faced with her shock, Qi Yue lowered his eyebrows. Even if he was mentally prepared, he would still be affected by her unbelievable expression.

Suppressing the sourness in my heart, try to keep my tone calm:

"You break up with him and stay with me."

But Jiang Qiyu didn't think so much, she simply lay down on the back of the sofa and shook her head decisively:

"It doesn't matter."

Hearing this, Qi Yue's already stern eyebrows were even lowered, and the temperature of his body dropped sharply:

"separate."

But she was confident, and she still had that resolute attitude:

"It doesn't matter."

At the same time as the voice fell, the man suddenly jumped up.

"—"

A strong aura enveloped her body with a pleasant smell of bath liquid, and a handsome face that made her breath stop was close at hand.

"I'll say it one last time,"

The low and deep voice is not as calm and self-sufficient as usual, with sullenness, annoyance, and threats, but if you look at it carefully, it is completely unashamed and fierce:

"Jiang Qiyu, break up with him."

Count me please.