Sweetheart is a thorn in the side ABO

Qi Yanqing was stunned for a moment, with tinnitus, he couldn't hear what Bai Fan said again.

Seeing his attitude of indifference to others, Qi Sheng became angry, "You are a brother! Don't be awkward like a child, dancing is not the right way after all, just retire slowly, I will still share the company's shares. Here it is, it’s impossible to starve you to death!”

Bai Fan also advised: "Don't quarrel after we meet, Chu Xing likes your brother very much, Yanqing, can you not be too cold to Chu Xing?"

The two sides attacked and persuaded each other, one for Chu Xing, one sentence for another, don't bully him.

It seemed that he had become such a vicious person.

Qi Yanqing sneered, stood up abruptly, the stool rubbed against the floor making an unpleasant sound, he leaned on the edge of the table with both hands and panted slightly: "For the last time, I don't want the company, you don't care about me about dancing."

"Why can't I care about you anymore?! If you have half of your brother's peace of mind, I will be thankful! If you have committed a crime and have such a thing as you, I have never worried since I was a child. I should kill you!"

Qi Yanqing met his resentful eyes, and his fallen hair blocked his eyes a bit, he looked straight at Qi Sheng, his clear eyes were full of provocation.

"It's not too late, come and kill me."

The scene was chaotic for a while, Bai Fan pushed Qi Yanqing away with one hand to let him go first, and then hurriedly hugged Qi Sheng.

"Yanqing, you didn't eat much tonight, remember to eat some more when you go back... Don't be angry with Dad, I'll call you later."

With a bang, the door was slammed shut.

Qi Sheng's cursing voice sounded from behind the door: "I know he can't be raised well, so I should let him die! Whatever he does!"

Qi Yanqing stood there for a few minutes, and Zhou Jian honked his horn to let him get in the car.

After getting in the car, Qi Yanqing didn't say a word, his face was gloomy and his aura was cold, Zhou Jian didn't dare to talk too much.

Seeing Qi Yanqing's face getting paler and paler, Zhou Jian worriedly said, "Qingqing, are you okay? What's wrong?"

Qi Yanqing was panting for breath, pinching his stomach with one hand, "...stop the car!"

Before the car pulled over and stopped, Qi Yanqing rushed out of the car, vomited while holding on to the trash can, his stomach hurt like a knife, his throat smelled of blood, and his eyes turned black.

Zhou Jian looked at the red spot on the back of his hand, "Are you allergic?!"

Qi Yanqing couldn't speak, clutched his stomach forcefully, vomited up what he had eaten at night, and didn't get into the car until he couldn't vomit out the sour water.

"It's a good thing I carry medicine in my bag at all times, otherwise there wouldn't be a pharmacy around here! We are allergic, so be more careful, God!" Zhou Jian chattered non-stop, and dug out the medicine from the bag.

After Qi Yanqing took the medicine, he leaned against the back of the chair to rest, his stomach hurt and his body was itchy.

Almost every time I leave Qi's house, I get allergic.

Bai Fan not only doesn't know what he likes to eat, but also doesn't know that he is allergic to many things.

The so-called things he likes are also what Qi Chuxing likes. He and Qi Chuxing have completely different tastes.

"Take a day off, I have refunded the ticket now." Zhou Jian saw that he was not in good condition.

"...Go to the airport." Qi Yanqing closed his eyes, and his tone was uncompromising.

"You!" Zhou Jian held the steering wheel, "I'm going to kill you!"

The most ridiculous thing to say is that Bai Fan is trying his best to show that he is kind to him, loves him, and wants him to integrate into the Qi family.

But every time I tell him practically how out of place he is in that family.

How careless they are with their overflowing care.

When I met Lu Yichao again, it was already the agreed Friday, the [-]th birthday of Mr. Lu.

Lu Yichao couldn't get through to Qi Yanqing's cell phone, and when he drove home, he saw that there was no one at home, and he looked so cold that he didn't want to live with anyone.

A cardboard box was thrown on the mat at the door, which contained three trophies and certificates.

He took it out to have a look, the dance competition in country D, did Qi Yanqing fly to country D?

Tried again, but still couldn't get through, so he called Zhou Jian.

"Qi Yanqing is with you? I have something to do with him."

"Ms. Lu, I'm not with Qingqing. I sent him home. Are you not at home now?"

Lu Yichao frowned, "When did you come back?"

"About two hours ago, Qingqing hasn't had a lot of rest these days, and her body has been feeling unwell, and she was so sleepy on the way back, it is supposed to catch up on sleep..."

Lu Yichao hung up the phone, opened the mobile app to check, and then drove away.

Dim environment, deafening sound, occasional sounds of eating popcorn and whispering.

On the giant screen, aliens are bombing the earth, and the loud noise makes the seats tremble.

Sitting in the corner of the last row of the cinema, wearing a mask and a fisherman hat, was sleeping with his head down, completely unaffected.

After the movie ended, all the lights were turned on, Qi Yanqing woke up instantly, his eyes were sleepy, and the people watching the hall were almost finished.

He squeezed his neck and got up, took out his mobile phone to check the time, and was shocked by the missed call.

Zhou Jian's, the dance association's, and Lu Yichao's.

Well... eight hits.

Qi Yanqing felt much better, and called back, "Mr. Lu, is there something urgent?"

"Come out." The deep voice came through the phone, sounding an illusion of gentleness.

I haven't seen him for several days, Qi Yanqing walked faster, and slowed down again when he reached the entrance of the movie theater, and he thought it was funny that he was trying to cover up his appearance.

As soon as he went out, he saw the Tenghui parked by the side of the road, with the window rolled down, Lu Yichao waved at him, "Qingqing."

I haven't seen you for almost ten days.

He missed Lu Yichao.

But calling out this title means that there are people around who are filming him, and they are acting again.

Qi Yanqing curled his lips and sat in the passenger seat, "I didn't expect Mr. Lu to pick me up in person."

Lu Yichao took off his hat and saw that he was so sleepy that the red eye circles were red, not only sleepy, but he looked a bit fragile, his skin was cold and pale, his lips were very pale, and his eyes were bright and attractive.

"Long time no see, Mr. Lu." Qi Yanqing was forced to look at him and laughed a few times.

"En." Lu Yichao pressed down his hat and handed him a bag of pastries.

The wind blew Qi Yanqing's shoulder-length hair, carrying the rich aroma of red roses.

Lu Yichao raised the car window, and then heard Qi Yanqing sigh.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Qi Yanqing leaned on his back and saw someone taking photos of them through the car window. He put the pastry by his hand and shook his head indifferently: "It's nothing."

I was just thinking, if only you were so kind to me.