Kuaiwen: Trust me! The boss is very gentle

When Qi Fengze saw Zhou Jiangyan again for the first time, he was stunned. Not only because of Zhou Jiangyan's beauty, but also because of his current state.

Her black hair is half rolled up, her black eyes are full of exhaustion, her steps are sloppy, and her energy is like a gossamer. Wearing red clothes did not add to his complexion, but instead made his skin paler.

Qi Fengze's consciousness came to Zhou Jiangyan's body, and he saw that Zhou Jiangyan's body was badly damaged, as if he had been beaten to death, and there was no intact part from top to bottom.

Not to mention the disordered breathing, it was so tiny that he was on the verge of death.

"you……!"

Qi Fengze was about to say something, but stopped again. He gave a sarcastic smile, walked back to the bed, and sat on the bed like an uncle.

"Haha, I almost forgot, this senior doesn't need me to worry."

He spread his legs and sat boldly. Looking at the dying Zhou Jiangyan, he felt that his smile had never been so fake.

"Your acting skills are really good, senior."

Zhou Jiangyan didn't seem to hear the sting in Qi Fengze's words. His face turned pale, he coughed twice, and the hand covering his mouth was stained with blood.

He walked to Qi Fengze and sat down without saying a word. It's like a real dead tree, speechless.

Who are you trying to deceive with this look? Qi Fengze thought to himself and narrowed his eyes slightly. Good luck to that unfortunate guy.

Falling back on the bed, Qi Feng turned his head and saw Zhou Jiangyan's hand. I couldn't help but grab it and play with it gently. It feels warm and moist, like fine jade, white and flawless. The fingers are long and slender, with distinct joints, and a few streaks of cyan can be seen on the back of the hand.

It's so beautiful, Qi Feng intertwined his fingers with it.

Thinking about it, Qi Feng raised his head and looked at Zhou Jiangyan.

The red robe Zhou Jiangyan wore was the attire of the young master of the Demon Cult. Historically, the costumes of young masters were similar to those of the leader, but not as gorgeous. But the one Qi Feng gave to Zhou Jiangyan was on par with his.

From this point of view, Zhou Jiangyan lost the elegance of the blue shirt, but gained a bit more nobility.

When the fingers are interlocked, the sleeves are folded together. The folds of clothes are piled up, and the red colors blend together, making it difficult to distinguish one from the other. It's really like the wedding ceremony.

Qi Feng saw Zhou Jiangyan looking down at him, and was stunned for a moment before he realized that he had spoken out what was in his heart.

"Heh, what do you think, senior?"

Qi Feng was not upset when he saw that what was in his heart was spoken. He pulled Zhou Jiangyan's hand to his lips and kissed it. Instead, he asked Zhou Jiangyan.

Speaking of getting married, Qi Feng suddenly thought of something. Before Zhou Jiangyan could answer, he exerted force on his hand and pulled Zhou Jiangyan to his side. He was close to Zhou Jiangyan's ear, as if he wanted to whisper.

Zhou Jiangyan, who was pulled, was lying on his side on the bed, supporting the bed board with one hand, supporting his body and looking at Qi Fengze, waiting for Qi Fengze's next words.

"I want to divorce my wife on the day of the ceremony."

When Qi Feng opened his mouth, it was a big deal. At this time, his eyes were shining with excitement, he was obviously very excited, and he couldn't wait.

It was obvious that he could feel the excitement of the person beneath him, and Qi Fengze tightened his grip. Zhou Jiangyan could not even think of Qi Fengze who wanted to kill someone. He shook his head and said, "I'm sorry I won't accompany him."

Qi Fengze's excitement was visibly reduced, but he had already expected this answer and was not too disappointed.

However, he still pretended to be hurt, put Zhou Jiangyan's hand on his heart, and said softly: "It's such a pity."

Through the fabric of his clothes, Zhou Jiangyan could feel Qi Fengze's beating heart. In fact, there was nothing wrong in his heart, but he still thought about it and said, "It's not like I can't get married to you..."

Knowing that Zhou Jiangyan still had something to say, but seeing that he didn't want to say anything, Qi Feng didn't ask further.

However, marry him. I really don’t dare to think about it.

I don't know if Zhou Jiangyan is joking, but Qi Feng curled up his lips and said, "Senior, tell me, when will you marry this leader?"

Zhou Jiangyan was silent for a while and said: "I have my own arrangements for this matter. Also, please don't call me senior, your leader."