Top Giants: Rebirth of the Black-Bellied Wife

Liao Sijie, who was about to be saved, no longer knew who to take away. Leng Yiyao was held tightly in the pool by Hemo, and he could only see the person's shadow swaying in the water.

The temperature on the lips is getting hotter and hotter. The water in the heated swimming pool envelops two people, quickly, and the distance is negligible.

She wanted to slap this person away, but he seemed to have seen her intentions a long time ago, and he directly squeezed her waist with one hand, and pulled her upper body tightly to him, motionless.

At that moment, Leng Yiyao almost doubted whether she really heard a muffled laughter in her ear.

A low, dumb, slightly smirk, but never let go.

The temperature on his lips seemed to him that it was not enough. The tip of the tongue pressed harder and pressed against her mouth, making her agile. Leng Yiyao only felt that it was going up from her calf, and the air was numb all the way up, and the air was almost taken away by him.

That is a kind of pleasure on the verge of extinction!

It's as if the whole world has been abandoned in front of her eyes, there is only this person in front of her, only this person who is entangled and bewitched, making her forget everything!

The air was exhausted, and the survival consciousness of the human body made her no longer bother to care about the intention of the person in front of her. The moment she rushed out of the water, Leng Yiyao almost greedily inhaled the air, feeling that she had never felt so suffocated after being reborn. .

The black hair threw a curtain of water in mid-air, and fell again wet, revealing her full forehead.

The water stains followed the center of her brow bones, all the way down to the dinner party, past the very curled nose, flowing through the small red mouth, and finally, with a sip, got into her white coat...

He Mo, who was close at hand, looked down for a moment, his eyes deep.

Leng Yiyao hadn't realized what was going on, but felt that she was dragged by this person to the bottom of the pool again.

"Why?" She glanced at him irritably, thinking that this person is addicted to doing bad things? Really intend to suffocate her to death.

Hemo licked the corners of her lips without saying a word, just staring straight at the position of her collar and glanced again.

Leng Yiyao lowered her head subconsciously and followed his sight...

Because they are not wearing swimming suits, the clothes on the body nowadays are sticking to the skin, straight and bright.

The point is that she is still wearing a white shirt. The plump place was wavy up and down slightly, as if she couldn't help but tremble with her breathing, it was simply stunning...

"Look at it!" Leng Yiyao's face was already pitch black. Without Hemera, she shrank subconsciously and sank, letting the water cover her neck.

"I didn't see it clearly when I was in the hot spring. It's good to make it up now." He seemed quite satisfied, and smiled and pulled her in front of him again. The black clothes on his body were already soaked, but this man's figure It's really the kind you can't see in normal days. The so-called dressing in style and **** with material, roughly refers to him. At this moment, it is more than enough to buckle her to her chest to block all the spring light from her.

Seeing the opportunity, Frey, who was following, had already consciously went to the back of the swimming pool to fetch two huge bath towels and stood on the shore waiting.

At this moment, the entire swimming pool can almost be described as a blasting pot!

The women's 800-meter backstroke at Shengde High School actually provokes the alive Marshal!

This is not their collective dreaming.

What can I do? The beautiful underwater kiss just now happened in front of my eyes, blushing, heartbeat and nosebleeds at a glance, OK!

Leng Yiyao glanced back unconsciously. Liao Sijie, who had just had a leg cramp, was indeed rescued by her teacher. She was coughing and spitting water on it desperately, as if she was about to spit out her bile. It seemed that although it was a bit painful, It should be just choking some water, not serious, but...

Probably no one in the audience looked over there now.

Leng Yiyao almost wanted to hide her face and leave...

He raised his head and stared straight at the seemingly innocent person, gritted his teeth. So, did he appear with a pinch? Still just waiting for such an opportunity!

Forget the military academy, it's entirely his chassis. He "inspected" in front of all teachers and students, and carried out a marked trip through official duties. What now? Are you going to ignite the gossip heart of the whole school?

"Why, do you want to do it again?" Hemo bowed her head carefully, and saw her staring at her without turning, probably because she was quite satisfied just now and was in a particularly good mood. The ripples of the water fell on his handsome and compelling features, blinding the eyes of a crowd of onlookers.

"Mom, what should I do if I never see such a handsome man again..."

"God! It's the marshal! It's the marshal really! What I just saw! They kissed underwater!"

On the shore, the noise, noise, and exclamation were almost overwhelming the audience!

Hemo has swam to the shore holding her, holding her one-handed on the shore, "Can you get up?"

He lowered his eyebrows and chuckled, and Leng Yiyao almost kept climbing on top of him for the convenience of him to carry the weight of the two of them. At this time, the back waist was still a little soft. He said this on purpose.

In line with the principle of "not being rude", Frey turned his back, but still held the huge bath towel in his hand.

Leng Yiyao took it with one hand, "wow"-ground, supported the ground with both hands, and rolled out of the pool. Almost changed, the bath towel wrapped her up and down tightly, and there was no spring breeze to reveal.

She didn't want to see the audience with the blasting pot anymore. She was wearing a bath towel and turned around to leave. Who would have thought that as soon as she moved, someone would catch her ankle in the palm of her hand.

"Why, run when you run out?" Hemo stretched out his right hand, just to buckle her slender ankle, so small and delicate, almost as if she could get out of her palm at any time. He just looked at her lazily from bottom to top, and his face became a little bit hot with what he said.

Use up people...

What did she use him!

If it weren't for so many people, Leng Yiyao really wanted to kick this black-bellied thing down.

unfortunately…….

She pressed her lips tightly, and slowly squatted down in the eyes of all eyes, her eyes were as level as possible with him: "You deliberately, didn't you?"

Knowing clearly that she can swim, but also plunged into the water to "pass her breath"? Where is the rescue, it almost sucked all her air out!

"What do you think?" He whispered to her, and there seemed to be a hint of teasing between his lips and teeth. The eyebrows were raised lightly, and his face was evil, where there is still a half-abstinence in the ordinary day! The shirt on his body was ironed and dampened by water, which almost outlined his extreme figure.

The male looks confusing...

Fuck, she finally understood what the word meant.

The little girls in the back row are roaring! The little girls in the front row were stunned!

Leng Yiyao was speechless, thinking that she was standing on the shore and discussing this issue with him, it was like her head was pretty funny.

So she got up and was about to move her position, and found this person, still not letting go of her ankle.

"Why?" She found that her patience was so bad for the first time, and she was about to make waves by this man.

"Take me a hand." He stretched out his left hand towards her, with a clear meaning.

Leng Yiyao only felt that the corner of her eyes jumped wildly. He still needs her to pull it? Ghosts believe. It would be good if he didn't drag her back again!

but…….

She took the other towel directly from Frey, and looked at her lazily, "Tell you, don't talk about it. But you can put on a bathrobe for you, you can choose it yourself."

She could actually break free of the shackles and walk away swaggeringly. However, watching the faint fatigue between his brows, she also knew that he was so busy that he could not rest during this period. After everything was done, she could not bear to refuse the school who came directly in the end.

A black light flashed through his eyes, and he tilted his head and chuckles. The mellow voice was like fine wine, and it flicked over his ears, leaving a hint of wine..."sly".

Three points more cunning than a fox, and can never be grasped. He is simply born to kill him.

Leng Yiyao hummed softly, but his eyes were very careful to catch his every move. Seeing his hands were gently exhausted, she raised the bath towel and squirted it down in the air. Everyone only saw a black afterimage flashing past. The next moment, the Marshal completely put on his bathrobe and stood in front of Leng Yiyao...

The tacit understanding between the two is so good that it is not bad in a second.

The scene of the sky-warning just now, but now there is nothing left.

I have never seen such a seductive man and woman, clearly like a painting...

Therefore, the two people with the same painting, each wearing a bath towel, were all wet and went straight out of the swimming pool when everyone had not recovered.

"It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!" Rod looked at the exit of the swimming pool. He was in a trance, and suddenly there was a sharp pain in his mouth. Looking down, it turned out that Liao Sijie's grandmother was biting him: "Let go! Let go!"

Everyone seemed to be awakened by the sound of him. Everyone looked at Luo, but saw Liao Sijie raised a pair of watery eyes and looked at him dullly: "Will it hurt?"

Fuck!

He is a human, not a dead person, of course it hurts to be bitten!

"So, I wasn't dreaming just now?" Liao Sijie shook her head incredulously, and glanced at the exit of the swimming pool. So... the ones who just walked out were really Marshal Lord and Leng Yiyao?

"You want to see if you are dreaming, biting yourself!" Rod is almost irritated! Ma Dan, who did he provoke?

Liao Sijie had already heard every word, and started to giggle like a wandering soul. Oh my god, Leng Yiyao can handle all the marshal, it's almost...

The other students, the thunder was almost flat, and it detonated instantly!

This, is this really what the marshal who has never been low-keyed enough to do?

People who were rarely interviewed by national news appeared in their school to tease Leng Yiyao...

This operation, God is in heaven!

At the same time, Leng Yiyao was led to the dressing room by Frey. When she put on her comfortable clothes and walked out, Hemo was already sitting in the living room outside the room, drinking green tea. Wait for her comfortably.

"I heard that you not only broke Shengde's long-distance running record, but also won the women's epee championship." He used affirmative sentences. Of course, there is nothing to keep secret of this kind of news. The whole school has been going wild. . However, it is estimated that the speed of the mad transmission is faster at the moment...

"Yeah." She replied lazily, her hair a bit wet, and seeing that Frey was so sweet that even the hair dryer was ready, she walked over and lowered her head to blow her hair. To be honest, she participated in Shengde's sports meeting, and she felt a little bullying. After all, she was in the military academy, and this kind of long-distance running wasn't even an appetizer. The morning exercise training content in the morning is far more powerful than the three kilometers. As for fencing... Her enlightenment teacher, after all, is the one in front of her, telling it, will he be complacent?

Gee. Leng Yiyao turned her head and turned on the switch of the hair dryer.

The soft hair that shuttled through her white fingertips became more and more feminine and conspicuous.

Those little ears, like shadows in the hair, make people want to catch them and knead them.

"Do you want to go out at night?" Without knowing it, he walked behind her, took the fan from her hand, and smoothed her hair slowly.

I have to say that it was about the first time to do this. Hemo was a little uncomfortable. Leng Yiyao's hair was soft and slender, and it was long hanging on his fingertips. He didn't dare to pull it hard, so he untied it with thought. As a result, the distance got closer, and in the end, his head was almost on top of hers.

Leng Yiyao shook her head speechlessly, "Don't make a mess, I'll do it myself." She said, just moving his finger to the knotted position, gently moving it up, and slowly unfastening her backhand.

Because there is no mirror, Leng Yiyao can't see herself at this moment. She raised her neck slightly and turned her hands back to reveal the slender swan neck. The most important thing is that her waist is slightly suspended, and her upper body is leaning back unconsciously. The curvature of the whole person can kill people at a glance!

Hemo suddenly took a deep breath.

Leng Yiyao glanced at him weirdly, but didn't say a word, just busy with the things at hand, after all, the hair is so knotted, and the scalp hurts after a long time.

After finally waiting for her to rescue her hair, Hemo looked like he would not be allowed to hit her hair again, "I'll blow it myself, it's all right at once."

Hemo didn't say anything, and stood behind her, quietly watching her fiddle with the hair dryer.

Five minutes later, all the wet hair was blown dry, fluffy and soft, falling behind him, looking good to the touch.

Seeing him staring at her hair, Leng Yiyao glanced down at the top of his head. Sure enough, it seemed that men rarely blow their own hair. However, winter is approaching, and the temperature outside...

She sighed and waved to Hemo, "Come on, I'll help you."

Hemo chuckled lightly, like he had never been treated as a pet. He looked at it with such helpless and innocent eyes, smiled lightly, and actually walked up to her and leaned down.

The warm wind hovered over her head, and then, her soft fingertips, sometimes rubbing his hair, and sometimes falling on his head, the years were quiet, and it looked like this....

The two people probably stayed together for a long time, even if they didn't talk for a long time, they didn't feel embarrassed.

When Leng Yiyao helped him blow his hair, Hemo kept hanging his head slightly, his eyes fell on a certain place, seeming to be in deep thought, but he didn't seem to think about anything. When she put the hair dryer in, he was suddenly caught Zi buckled into his arms from behind.

The breath on the top of her head was a little rush, she didn't know why he was like this suddenly, and she was quiet for a while before she said, "What's the matter?"

The person in front of you, the little one. It is clear that the bones have not been fully opened yet, being held in his arms, not even the position of his jaw, but at this moment, holding her is like possessing the whole world. He whispered: "Don't let me wait too long."

He calmly robbed her from the villa to the Marshal’s Mansion. He had no motives to create opportunities to get along with her day and night, observe her joys, sorrows, sorrows, and facilitate everything about her. He thought that after a long time, it would only be I lost my sense of mystery more and more, but now I find that looking at her, every day, I seem to be more deeply trapped.

He doesn't care, the age difference between the two of them, but, he doesn't want, she is always at ease like this. He is willing to wait, but don't let him wait too long... Even he himself was worried about what he would do if he couldn't bear it.

If someone told him a year ago that he would show such a look for a woman, he would probably smile without emotion and reward him with a bullet. But until now, he discovered that, in this world, God has already prepared a person for you, but the time will come sooner or later...

Leng Yiyao's body stiffened slightly. Since Hemo confessed to her that time, he hadn't said anything like that again. The two of them always get along very casually, and subconsciously, she wants to let the flow go.

It is true that she approached him in the first place, indeed only for his identity, but after so many close contacts, if she really disliked him, he would never stay here unharmed.

She knew that feelings were actually very subjective.

However, for both of them, they have never experienced things before. There are too many things involved behind them, although it is not considered cautious, but she does need the most objective attitude to decide where she will go...

"It's almost time, let's go out." She smiled, looked back at him, did not promise anything, but took the initiative to hook his hand for the first time, the smile in her eyes flowed like a flower bone under a lamp .

At that moment, I don't know why, Hemo felt that he almost heard the sound of flowers blooming. Small, small, and fragile is almost negligible, but as long as you take good care of it, there will always be flowers!

He gently held her fingertips to his lips, kissed one by one, for a long time, slowly opening his eyes, and he had recovered the unattainable and unique marshal before he became an adult: "Where do you want to go?"

No more wandering around the school, it will only cause trouble. She tilted her head and thought for a while, "Let's go to the night market in the city center."

When she visited the Imperial City last time, she was the first to join in the fun by herself, but it was a pity that she was followed directly after she didn't go shopping for long. Later, I killed someone and didn't have any interest. I just left. Now think about it, there are still many interesting shops that I haven't visited.

Hemo has never tried shopping in her life, but since she wants to go, she naturally wants to satisfy her anyway. Frey was invited and confessed a few words in a low voice. Soon after the night, the two left Shengde High School.

The downtown of the imperial capital is bustling and bustling, and the night market is divided into several places. According to Hemo's instructions, Frey found the place closest to the Marshal's Mansion. After getting out of the car, he squeezed to the door of the small shop without opening the door for the two people first.

Leng Yiyao blinked, but after a while, he had already returned, holding two masks in his hand, and handing them respectfully to them.

Leng Yiyao glanced at her mask. It was a fox mask, silver and lovely, and her ears were made vividly. Hemo's is a wolf mask, dark and graceful, full of luxury.

"This is good." Putting on the mask, you don't have to worry about the line of sight. After all, his popularity is extraordinary.

It is the first time that Leng Yiyao has experienced the worries of shopping with celebrities.

Fortunately, the festival is approaching, and many young men and women at the night market bought masks for the occasion. The two of them walked out of the dark, without any apparent contradiction, and soon disappeared into the crowd.

"Buy fried candies, hand-made fried candies in a fresh way!"

"Black tea, the latest imported black tea! Authentic black tea!"

"Brain teaser game, there is a prize for guessing right! There is a prize for guessing right!"

Night markets are different from high-end shopping malls. There are many unique boutiques, but there are also some street vendors who deliberately attract popular street vendors. It was already very cold in the evening. But with all kinds of yelling and chatting, it seems that the surroundings have become more different.

Leng Yiyao and Hemo are both cold and self-sufficient people from the bottom of their hearts. They rarely appear in this noisy environment. At the beginning, they were not used to it. But, slowly, I tasted some flavor.

They would snuggle up next to a vendor, watching him slowly mold the handmade syrup bit by bit, and turn it over with a fire to quickly make rows of fried sugar; they would also sit In a small bar, lighting two glasses of cocktails, quietly listening to the singers on the stage singing melodious tunes; they also in the workshop, gesturing with each other's tools, imitating old craftsmanship Master polished the crafts.

Two eyes, through the mask, because they can't see the other's expression, they can focus more on the look of the other's eyes.

It was an extremely relaxing and soothing mood.

They exposed themselves to the other side that they had never shown before.

This is a kind of trust, but also a gesture of determination for the future.

Even if she hadn't personally confessed it, he already understood that there was a scratch on her heart.

This night market can be rioted until 12 o'clock in the evening. They spent nearly three hours in various small shops, but finally walked into a hot pot restaurant. Because someone is hungry!

When Leng Yiyao heard her stomach gurgling, she thought it was a hallucination. When Hemo yelled at the second call, when Hemo turned her head slightly next to her, she couldn't wait to close her eyes immediately and run away!

Fortunately, someone has long been accustomed to her appetite. Since they didn't eat dinner, they just drove over until now. Hemo said that he was also responsible.

Ask her what she wants to eat?

Smelling the spicy smell floating in the air, Leng Yiyao didn't hesitate-hot pot!

There are many types of hot pot in the Imperial Capital, including curry, porridge, and chicken soup, but Leng Yiyao's favorite is seafood.

It is to first use seafood to make a pot of seafood soup, add the thick spicy flavor with this soup base, and dip it with delicious dipping sauce, it is simply delicious.

She didn't think it was too much trouble, and didn't let the fat chef do it. However, when she and Liao Sijie went out for supper, she had eaten it once or twice, and it was out of control since then!

Hemo chose a hot pot restaurant that seemed to have the best location. When two people entered, it happened to be the peak of the guests. Everyone was waiting, and the waiter asked with an air of air, "Are you two in total? Are there any other companions?"

"No, just the two of us." Leng Yiyao replied. Seeing the ups and downs in the building, the water is almost drained, and shook his head. It's only Tuesday, and it's this point in the evening. Do you not have to go to work or school tomorrow?

"Do you mind putting together the table?" The waiter's eyes lit up, and he pointed to the long queue behind them very politely: "There are more than three people in the back, and you have to wait at least an hour for the queue. There is a place upstairs. In the small seat of the window, four people just left, but two people went up to eat, there should be two seats left."

Leng Yiyao actually thinks it doesn't matter. If you put together a table, you should put together a table. Seeing so many people, this restaurant should taste very good. It's Hemo...

Before she turned her head, she heard the person next to her smile slightly: "Okay."

The dining room is as elegant as the dining room, but this kind of hot pot should be eaten in the lobby. The lively atmosphere and the night view outside the window are the best environment.

Under the leadership of the waiter, the two quickly came to the seats on the second floor. The table has just been cleaned up and the table top is tidy. The two boys apparently didn't come much earlier than them and were ordering with the menu. As soon as one of them looked up, he was slightly taken aback when he saw them standing nearby.

"Why?" He looked at the waiter questioningly: "Do you want to join the table?" The table was four people. When I first came in, the waiter actually greeted me apologetically. If there were too many people, would they accept the table join? Nodded.

"Yes, bother me." The waiter bowed his head politely and apologized repeatedly.

Another orderer looked up and looked around. Indeed, there was no room for a seat in the whole shop. So he smiled: "Okay."

However, when the eyes fell on the faces of Leng Yiyao and Hemo, they paused slightly.

When these two people arrived in the store, they still wore masks? Is there a problem?

Leng Yiyao was standing, just watching Qi Jun spin the pen, staring at her and Hemo's masks with his hair.

Hehe, it's really small under the sky, you can meet everywhere.

"Please sit down, two, this is the menu." The waiter did not see the strange atmosphere on both sides, and still followed the process. After arranging the seats, he handed them the hot pot menu.

Hemo obviously noticed something wrong with Leng Yiyao's eyes, but didn't ask anything.

This location happened to be at the corner of the second floor next to the window, and the time was dim. Even if you took off the mask and didn't really know anyone, you might not find him here. However, she never took off her mask, for fear that she thought the person sitting opposite knew her?

After Leng Yiyao picked up a few dishes at random, he handed the menu to Hemo and told him to continue. Instead, she picked up the small teapot on the table and poured tea for the two.

Tonight, Qi Jun was originally going to go home. He was sent here as a kid when he came out of the bar. The good name is to make up for him the new delicacies that appeared in the imperial capital this year after he left the empire. It doesn't matter to him, anyway, sitting in the hall with loud voices or listening to the excitement is better than going home and facing his dad's dead face.

Who knows, not long after he was seated, he ran into the strange couple opposite.

Have a meal and wear a mask. Isn’t it going to be the same later?

He was so busy, staring with a smirk.

He felt a little drumming at the moment when he was young, and he always felt that Qi Jun's emotions were a bit wrong recently. There are too many words, except for the extraordinary interest in that Leng Yiyao, as if he is not interested in anything else.

During the two days of the sports meeting, everyone was on the sports field. When he saw the long-distance running in the morning, he was in a good mood. After seeing half of the fencing match in the afternoon, he suddenly received a call saying that he would go home and bring him to the bar in the evening. At the end of the drink, there was nothing in his stomach, and he was too hungry, so he simply caught Qi Jun to eat hot pot.

"Eh, what are you looking at!" He was a little bit speechless, and others wouldn't chant if they didn't put off their masks, staring at them, what a few things.

Qi Jun shrugged and made an indifferent gesture, so he turned his eyes away and handed the ordered menu to the waiter.

Hemo quickly ordered good dishes according to Leng Yiyao's taste, so the hot pots on both sides were delivered almost at the same time.

The table is not particularly big, the waiter deliberately put the food cart next to their two tables so that they can pick up the food at any time.

The soup in the pot began to boil.

Leng Yiyao glanced, without any hesitation, lifted her mask all at once.

"Hey"-this is the sound of Qi Jun, who made his chopsticks drop to the floor.

Hemo seemed to be like her, throwing away the mask that had been covering the whole night.

"Boom bang--" This is the sound of Qi Jun breaking the chopsticks in his hand.

Leng Yiyao and Hemo, but they didn't feel at all, they concentrated on putting beef into the pot.

...

The entire corner area is almost like a gust of wind blowing!

Qi Jun was so surprised that his chin was almost hanging on the ground!

Sitting across from him is Leng Yiyao?

Is the marshal sitting in front of Qi Jun?

What kind of **** operation is this?

Or was it silly that I just drank, and I haven't sobered up yet?

Qi Jun's eyes suddenly sank, and he quietly stared at Leng Yiyao's every move, like a dormant beast, seeing his prey about to fall into someone else's pocket, his eyes became clearer!

Suddenly, a cold eye fell on him.

Qi Jun stared at him and looked back, but saw the ice-like sharp streamer flashing, the man who had always been watching the world, at this moment, smiled and looked at him.

His eyes are sharp, if it is tangible, as if he can cut a knife on a person with a random glance, and suddenly it becomes bloody.

Qi Jun slid slowly in his throat as he was about to speak, but Leng Yiyao had already sandwiched a piece of beef into Hemo's tableware: "It's cooked, taste it."

From beginning to end, he didn't even mean to notice him for a second.

Hemo looked away and looked at the small piece, which she personally clipped to him. I don't know why, the shape felt a little cute.

After a bite, it was delicious and delicious.

Turning his eyes away, he also picked up a few pieces from the pot and put them in her bowl.

Beside the steaming hot pot, the man's icy facial features instantly turned from polar ice to tender tarsal bones, personally picking vegetables for her, and handing her bowls, as if they were all justified and taken for granted.

And she, sitting there, motionless, just bowed her head, enjoying the food, as if everything in the world was not as important as the matter before her.

As soon as Qi Jun wanted to become violent, he was stepped on him desperately!

Still want to die?

Do you want the Qi family to survive in the empire?

Who is the one who sits in many faces? Do you want him to say it?

One unsatisfactory one directly set off a **** storm in the military world, and the direct line he cultivated by himself can uproot without blinking his eyes!

How many heads do you think Qi family beats him!

It's not that Qi Jun has never heard of Leng Yiyao. On the contrary, he was interested in her, because she was able to gather the most powerful men in the imperial capital by her side, but looking at her, the two naturally understood every move, only that there was something stuck in her throat. It made him feel so uncomfortable that he didn't know how to vent!

Fa Xiao stepped on his toes more and more, he knew that the other party was doing it for himself.

What an honor it is to allow the first person in the empire to serve her to eat! I'm afraid that if I say it out, it can scare a group of empire giants!

But he felt dazzling!

"Leng..." He just wanted to ask Leng Yiyao, only to say a word, but was interrupted by a noble and elegant voice.

"One more word, I will let your entire Qi family be buried!" Hemo wiped his mouth elegantly with a napkin, put down the tableware coldly, and gave him a quiet look.

At this glance, Qi Jun clearly felt that this man was looking at a dead person.

It was a sight that seemed to be nothing, as if in front of him, what he was doing was as transparent as if there was nowhere to hide.

Just a look in the eyes makes people understand what is the sky and the earth, what is beyond the dust...

Last time, Chen Zhifan said, let him stay away from her, otherwise, the Kings family will let his old man's hard work for so many years completely wasted.

But when the first general in the world, the marshal who was rumored to have a close relationship with Leng Yiyao, appeared in front of him, he realized how pale and feeble the interest he had originally gave birth to.

The other party didn't even need to threaten, just a plain statement, it was a catastrophe that he could not bear.

What is the business problem, and what about being made difficult by the Kings family?

Now, the other party only needs a look and a word to easily wipe their Qi family from the imperial capital, as if they never existed. This is the essence of power!

Compared with his arbitrariness in school and foreign mafia, the person in front of him is truly admired!

How far is it from her?

More than heaven and earth...

Qi Jun suddenly stood up, sneered, turned around and left with a cold expression.

He grew up, and now he was too scared to say a word. Seeing Qi Jun leave, he quickly bowed to Hemo, not daring to say a word, and immediately followed.

Mom, this is probably the most shocking love rival he has ever seen!

Although, Qi Jun clearly couldn't even count as an "rival in love"...

As soon as the two of them left, the whole table relaxed a lot.

Leng Yiyao leaned against her arm and glanced at Hemo lightly. For a long time, she snorted, "Tsk, it's so sour..."