My wife has a cinnabar mole in her heart

Qu Yue lowered her eyes, avoiding the playful eyes of Qi Shu looking at objects.

Despite his expressionless face, his long eyelashes trembled slightly with discomfort, and the action of unbuttoning him slowed down.

After taking off his jacket, he quickly slipped on the blue short-sleeved shirt thrown at him in bundles, and a matching brown striped tie.

"Not bad." Qi Shu expressed his feelings.

Qu Yue was silent.

He pursed his lips, then unbuttoned his belt, and changed his trousers into black cropped trousers in his pocket.

Those smooth and jade-like legs that had been hidden under the fabric for a long time looked strong and flexible, and their color was much fairer than the exposed arms.

Pleasant to the eye.

Qi Shu sneered, kicked the shoebox at his feet to Qu Yue, and signaled him to continue with his eyes.

Qu Yue squatted down, put on black socks and stepped into brand new round-toed leather shoes, the size was just right.

This outfit is the type that Shang Huai likes.

"Are you 22 years old this year?" Qi Shu glanced up and down over Qu Yue, asking in confirmation.

"Yes." Qu Yue nodded.

"It's a bit old." Qi Shu's mouth slowly rose, "He likes students who have just grown up."

Qu Yue stood there without moving, but the hands clenched behind her back were trembling slightly.

However, Qi Shu didn't stop commenting: "But it's okay, you look a bit like a student now. With this face, it should be enough to make Shang Huai..."

"This body," Qu Yue suddenly interrupted Qi Shu's words, her tone became tough, "it's not suitable to appear at a banquet for high-class people."

Qi Shu raised his eyebrows dangerously: "Are you resisting me?"

"My subordinates don't dare." Qu Yue glanced at him and stopped looking at him, "I just don't think it's appropriate."

"Why is it inappropriate?"

"The surrounding men are in suits and leather shoes, and only I show my arms and legs, which is not in line with etiquette."

"What you have to do is to show off and get Shang Huai to notice."

"I'm a killer, I'm not here to sell." Qu Yue met Qi Shu's gaze, "What killers have to do is to stay in a corner where no one can see and hide their identities. Their standard equipment is a gun, not a face."

Qu Yue's words made Qi Shu laugh sarcastically, and he suddenly emphasized his tone: "How many times do I need to remind you to remember that your gun is not as good as your face."

"But I don't want to." Qu Yue knew that she couldn't confront Qi Shu head-on, so she softened her tone and shook her head, trying to plead, "I want to be like other killers, hiding in the dark, not having to deal with people, talking with a gun. I practice shooting every day, you can look at my results, my marksmanship is very accurate..."

"What qualifications do you have to say no?" Qi Shu interrupted Qu Yue's words with a more forceful tone just like Qu Yue interrupted her own words.

Qu Yue paused for a moment during his severe reprimand, and then repeated firmly: "I don't, I have self-esteem."

Qi Shu was completely irritated by Qu Yue's repeated "no".

He stood up from the sofa, stretched out his hand and pinched Qu Yue's face fiercely, "What's the use of your worthless bullshit self-esteem? Forbidden zone building, if you don't listen to my arrangement to use your face, you can go smoothly Stealing the pass? Killing Shanghuai, without using your face, can you get half a step closer to him?"

Qu Yue was pinched by him and forced to look up, her delicate lips were pursed into a line, the curve of her lips outlined by the small bead, pale with stubbornness.

"...I have my own thoughts and plans..." Qu Yue slowly opened her mouth after staring at Qi Shu's face for a while.

Qi Shu was really annoyed by Qu Yue's resistance. He wanted to slap Qu Yue to relieve his anger, but after meeting Qu Yue's eyes, he hesitated a little and chose to give up such an idea.

Unpleasantly releasing the restraint on Qu Yue, Qi Shu said: "Don't provoke me at a time like this, Qu Yue, I haven't settled the matter with you yet about Qi Yi."

The left and right finger prints on Qu Yue's fair face were intensely colored and painful.

He took a few steps back to distance himself from Qi Shu, stood still and stopped talking.

"I've arranged for someone to take you into the banquet venue." Qi Shu glanced at Qu Yue and sighed irritably.

He approached Qu Yue, as patiently as before, stretched out his hand to stroke Qu Yue's soft hair, and comforted him: "Be obedient."

Qu Yue hung her head under his broad palm, like a tamed little animal.

Qi Shu showed a slight smile, he lifted Qu Yue's chin, and said softly: "You have a face that is more outstanding than anyone else, and it is a shortcut for you to achieve all my goals. You only need to obey my orders, and I will I can use the fastest means to train you into the best killer in the restricted area."

"...I entered the banquet by myself." Qu Yue was silent for a long time before making a concession.

"It's up to you." After Qi Shu nodded helplessly, as if thinking of something, he suddenly stretched out his hand to wrap around Qu Yue's slender waist, and pulled her into his arms. A soft smile appeared on his ruthless face, "In the entire restricted area, except for my old man dad, you are the first person to change my mind."

Qu Yue lowered her eyes and didn't reply.

The banquet hall is extremely luxurious, with goblets filled with all kinds of beautifully colored wines, placed on tables covered with goose yellow.

Men in suits and leather shoes come and go, and the elite atmosphere can be seen at a glance.The women's long skirts dragged the floor, with various postures and elegant manners.

Among them, there are many service staff serving wine and dishes.

Qu Yue was wearing a waiter's uniform and mixed in. When the hour hand pointed to six, he glanced at the gate indiscriminately.

A man in a high-end suit stepped into the banquet hall on time under the guidance of a group of men in black.He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and he exuded a gentle temperament, hiding the cunning in his eyes.

Shang Huai, aged 38, the eldest son of Shang, is the right-hand man of Qi Shu's second younger brother Qi Yu, and also one of the stumbling blocks on Qi Shu's way to seize power.

Seeing the target, Qu Yue pushed the wine rack full of wine and walked towards him.

Qu Yue quickened her pace while tilting her head to talk to the waiter who was walking on her right and was bribed by her in advance.

At the moment when Shang Huai raised her head and looked forward, Qu Yue seized the right timing and showed a youthful and clean smile to where Shang Huai could see.

His pink lips rose slowly, and the curve of his eyes was just right, unable to block the light from the white lights of the banquet hall, making his eyes beautiful like shining gems.

Everything went smoothly and naturally.

Out of the corner of her eye, Qu Yue noticed that Shang Huai's footsteps were slightly stagnant.

He withdrew his smile, waved to the waiter, and said loudly, "I'm off work, and I'll leave the rest to you."

"Why are you leaving so early?" the waiter asked cooperatively.

Qu Yue's tone was a bit sad: "The cram school starts half an hour earlier today."

"Okay, don't forget to ask the administrator for leave."

"I know." Qu Yue hurried into the backstage pushing the wine rack, casually left the wine rack in one place, then quickly ran to the monitoring room on the third floor and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" the monitor asked from the inside.

"It's me." Qu Yue said.

"Huh?" The monitor stood up suspiciously, walked over to open the door, "I don't think I've heard your voice before."

Before the other party could see his face clearly, Qu Yue raised his hand and punched him hard. Amid the screams of the monitor, he slapped the monitor behind the ear, knocking him unconscious.

After completing this series of actions, Qu Yue locked the door, adjusted the surveillance, looked for Shang Huai, and kept an eye on his whereabouts.

After waiting for about half an hour, he finally saw Shang Huai walking to the bathroom on the second floor alone.

Qu Yue immediately left the spot, ran downstairs, and rushed to the bathroom on the second floor first.

One minute later, he stood in the bathroom, took off the uniform of the waiter, and revealed the student uniform he was wearing inside.

When facing the mirror and slowly straightening the crumpled clothes, Shang Huai's figure appeared behind him as expected.

Qu Yue reached out to hug the changed clothes, turned around, and happened to meet Shang Huai's gaze.

Shang Huai's voice was a bit magnetic, not unpleasant: "This is a private bathroom, why are you changing clothes here?"

"Ah?" Qu Yue's eyes widened slightly, his expression was like a frightened deer, and then he lowered his head timidly, holding the uniform tightly in his arms, "I, I don't know that other people are not allowed to enter here... "