Chapter 293

My behavior did not bring me much delay.

I kept looking at him from the corner of my eye. I thought about every word and then said.

All my words and actions, I am careful and vigilant step by step. The people around me are light and calm, and there is no time for cynicism.

I followed him and was not stopped.

It's progress, but it doesn't allow me to think more.

If he doesn't stop me, I'll take an inch.

I looked up at him, cut the topic straight and said it directly.

"What happened before has nothing to do with me, and I don't know who prepared the information that night."

I haven't found enough evidence, but I don't want to continue to endure this impasse.

After a long time, the fake will become true sooner or later.

Now is not a good time to talk about it, but I have no other way.

Or follow his steps, calm down and say.

The bodyguards who followed me seemed to glance at me sympathetically.

Then the steady person walking in front suddenly stopped.

I didn't have time to adjust my steps and hit it hard. His nose hit his back heavily, a little sour and uncomfortable.

Qin Langjun turned back and looked down at me. His eyes were deep and black, like the best obsidian

But it is also the coldest ice, without the slightest temperature, just looking at me coldly.

"It's enough to be stupid once, Tang Zhi. I don't give you much patience. I'm not here to listen to this nonsense."

His voice was lazy and hoarse, and contained countless colds. "Are you going to say anything else except these?"

I didn't expect him to really listen to what I said just now.

It's just a Pathfinder.

My chin was pinched. When I raised my eyes, I just bumped into this kind of dark eyes. The black is frightening and frightening.

I tried my best to relax the corners of my mouth. I smiled at him gently and said, "I want to say a lot. I just see if Qin is in the mood to listen."

The evidence I have on hand is not enough to give me enough confidence to stand in front of him.

But time does not allow me to procrastinate.

Who knows how much Qin Langjun's patience with me will be consumed if he continues to delay.

I don't want to gamble, nor dare I gamble.

Before his eyes were darker, I still reached out and took his arm, looked up at him and looked straight into his eyes.

The radian of the corner of the mouth is still shining up and falling.

His thin lips closed and stretched into a line, but he said nothing else.

The coldness of the sneer just now also sank and gathered up, lowered his eyes, swept faintly from me, and pulled back his arm.

Still that pair of noble indifference can not be touched casually.

So indifferent that I can't touch it.

I ignored the sudden stabbing pain in my heart, took back my hand and followed him.

He didn't speak, so I followed him in, even if he deliberately left me aside now.

I don't know the rest, but I only know that if I don't take the initiative, the situation will only be worse. I've never been a person who can wait for death. I'd rather take a risk than wait for death here.

I don't know whether my behavior is right or wrong.

There are not many people in the private room, but they look familiar.

Many second ancestors gathered in it.

And some women who came to drink with me.

The moment Qin Langjun went in, the atmosphere in the private room paused a little, but it soon became lively again.

A lot of eyes gathered on me and seemed to wonder how I would follow.

And it is true.

Qin Langjun found a corner to sit down, and his whole body became an untouchable style.

Don't need to say too much. Just the aura around him is enough to make people dare not come forward casually.

The men here are accompanied by one or two women, each with white skin and beautiful long legs, except Qin Langjun.

"Gee, is this the one who is tired of being played with in the rumor? Why did he come along? It means to be favored again?"

"It doesn't look like it."

Those second generation ancestors, in front of me, talked about this problem without paying any attention.

It was only when he looked at Qin Langjun that the voice of the discussion was suppressed.

I've dealt with a lot of such occasions, but I don't have such an embarrassing time.

Qin Langjun never needed a woman to wait on him. I sat not far from him, still sitting there quietly, pretending not to hear what was going on around me.

When I heard those discussions, I just smiled.

The rest of the news didn't spread very fast. The news about my "falling out of favor" spread all over the world very quickly.

I'm afraid no one doesn't know my identity.

After all, I swaggered all the way. Now this contrast is the result they want to see more.

I don't know who instigated it. A woman came in, walked directly to Qin Langjun and crossed me.

I raised my chin slightly and looked over there.

But Qin Langjun still closed his eyes lightly, his thin lips pursed into a cool and beautiful radian, and his hands were casually placed on one side of the sofa.

"President Qin."

The woman sat beside him.

But not as directly expelled as before.

Qin Langjun raised his eyelids. The light here is not very bright. I can't see the emotion in his eyes.

But you can see, his line of sight.

Although it's short, it's enough for me to see.

At a cold glance, Qin Langjun didn't avoid the woman. It was more like deliberately letting the woman show kindness.

The sigh in my ear is louder.

"I'll tell you, where is there one who is not close to women? Who just vowed that he is a vegetarian."

"When I saw this he brought just now, I thought the rumor was false. Now it seems that uncertainty is intentional, isn't it, ha ha ha."

When I heard this conversation, the radian of my lip angle still didn't change.

Still slightly raised his jaw and looked at Qin Langjun.

Light didn't move away.

Isn't it intentional? I'm afraid this is what I'm shown to remind me that I don't have to, or warn me.

At first he said in my ear, don't try to step on his bottom line.

But I didn't expect that this day would come so soon.

I can't say what the mood is. Just look at it.

The woman is worthy of being an old hand. Even jiaochen is trying step by step with discretion. She puts her hand on his chest and moves in inch by inch.

Slow but ambiguous enough.

Qin Langjun leaned lazily against the sofa and glanced at me, but he didn't mean to stop.