Quick travel: The paranoid god is spoiled by the apex treasure again

Wei Xi’s kindness is not a reason for her to sacrifice herself for him for the sake of others’ rich life.

Wei Xi didn't know what He Qing was thinking, but the hostility in him made her a little scared. He didn't speak for a long time, and she felt a little flustered. She carefully pulled his hand: "Mr. He, can you promise me?"

He Qing grabbed her hand and pressed her against the tree trunk behind him: "No."

He put his finger on her lips and continued, "Xixi, listen to me. I like you not to make you my lover, but my girlfriend, my future wife who I will spend my life with. I want to have a normal relationship with you, not a relationship between a sponsor and a lover. Do you understand?"

He also never thought that having a girl like this, whose every move could touch his heart, would make him become unlike himself.

He Qing's words made Wei Xi's heart beat uncontrollably.

She just wanted to prove her status as a "fragile and pitiful little white flower" by doing this, but she didn't expect that He Qing was actually interested in her.

"But it's my uncle's company, Mr. He, uh."

He Qing simply lowered his head and sealed her with a kiss.

Now he looks like a paranoid and "sick" overbearing president.

After the kiss, Wei Xi's legs were too weak to stand and she could only grab his collar, leaning against He Qing. Her beautiful eyes were filled with a faint mist.

He Qing's Adam's apple moved, and he raised his hand to cover the eyes that made his heart beat. He said in a hoarse voice, "Xixi, don't worry about the Zhao family's affairs. I will handle it and won't let them bother you again."

Wei Xi nodded obediently: "Okay, thank you, Brother He Qing~"

He still liked her calling him that. He Qing raised his hand and touched her hair lovingly: "I'll take you home."

"Why don't you leave?"

Wei Xi blushed and stammered to him, "I, I can't walk."

He Qing understood immediately, the corners of his lips curled unconsciously, he picked her up like a princess and walked towards her home.

"Okay, the little princess has arrived home safely. Good night. I'm leaving." He Qing quickly kissed her forehead and turned to leave.

Wei Xi reacted and gently stroked her red lips with her fingers. Her lipstick had already been eaten by him.

Princess, a somewhat outdated title. After her parents passed away, no one had called her princess for a long time.

Here, He Qing returned home and called Ji Ang: "Ji Ang, do me a favor."

Ji Ang's lazy voice came: "Oh, our prince actually needs my help with something, tell me, what is it?"

After hearing his instructions, Ji Ang couldn't help but sigh. The Zhao family was simply courting death. However, the prince was still the prince, ruthless enough: "Okay, leave it to me. But, have you and your little girl made any progress? Tell me the truth!"

He Qing hung up the phone directly.

Progress?

Indeed there is.

The kiss with Wei Xi.

From that day on, Wei Xi and He Qing tacitly agreed not to mention the kiss again, and the relationship between them gradually began to become a little "ambiguous".

Wei Xi would occasionally go to He Qing's house for dinner, and they became a regular "dinner partner".

He Qing was also happy to be her personal chef.

"Xixi, are you free on Saturday?" He Qing put the food into her bowl.

"Yes, Brother He Qing, what can I do for you?"

He Qing handed her the invitation to the charity auction and asked for her opinion: "Xixi, I want you to be my female companion and accompany me to the auction, is that okay?"

"Okay, I have nothing to do and I want to go and take a look." The organizer of the auction also contacted her during the day.

Hearing that she agreed, He Qing's eyes lit up.

On Saturday, He Qing first took Wei Xi to get her hair done and chose a conservative black dress for her.

Auction site.

"Hey, look, the prince is here. Yue'er, the person next to the prince seems to be your sister?"

"It seems that this is the first time that Mr. He has brought a female companion to such an event."

Facing the whispers of the people around him, He Qing looked straight ahead, took Wei Xi to the designated seat, tucked her hair behind her ears, and said softly: "Xixi, tell me if there is anything you like later."

Wei Xi smiled and joked with He Qing in a good mood: "If I say I like all ten items on auction tonight, will you buy them for me, Brother He Qing?"

"Of course, the last thing I lack is money."

As long as she said she liked it, he would be willing to spend any amount of money.

Ji Ang, who had arrived earlier, came back from outside. As soon as he came in, he saw He Qing and Wei Xi. He raised his eyebrows, put his hands in his pockets and walked over, asking knowingly: "My Lord, who is this beauty?"

He Qing glanced at Ji Ang, who just shrugged.

"Xixi, my friend Ji Ang."

"She is Wei Xi, my...neighbor."

Ji Ang was stunned. He was actually his neighbor. He complained in his heart that he was really slow in chasing people: "Hello, just call me Ji Ang."

Wei Xi gently shook the hand that Ji Ang extended to her: "Hello, Mr. Ji."

After a brief introduction, the auction officially began after the auctioneer took the stage and gave a brief speech.