Chapter 316

Uncle Yang curled up in the corner now, but he doesn't have the momentum just now.

Even if I hear these words, my eyes are fierce.

Stimulated by my words, his hand raised directly.

It seems that the next second will be the same as just now.

Such actions make me have a subconscious reaction.

I was ready to avoid it, but in an instant, I stopped.

Just looked at him with a smile, opened his lips a few times, didn't make a sound, just talked to him with his mouth.

"Do you dare?"

My chin was raised, but I still kept the action just now and didn't move.

Just looked at him sarcastically and tried to resist the subconscious action just now.

Uncle Yang's face rose like pig liver color, but just now he raised his hand, but he didn't stretch it out.

But in those red eyes, there was suppressed madness and malice, but they didn't dare to vent.

"You remember it for me!"

He said gnashing his teeth.

When I got up, I picked up the flowers in the vase next to me and poured all the water on him.

He looked down at him and said, "it's time to remember, otherwise it's not a good thing to be so reckless at your age. It should have been returning gifts, but when you're old, you can only wake up in this way."

Qin Langjun in the back is still leaning against the wall.

Except that the suit is a little wrinkled, it doesn't look any different.

It seems that he was not the one who had been cruel just now, and it seems that he was not the one who stepped on Uncle Yang's hand coldly.

He is calm and indifferent, more like a bystander, or just a passer-by.

On the other side of the corridor, the waiter who had just left came back again.

There's a man around.

I also wear the uniform here, but the style is different from him. It should be the small supervisor here.

The vase in my hand hasn't been put down yet.

Just smiled at the other side and said, "there's no water. Sorry, I'll have to trouble you to add water later."

I thought the waiter just now was wise to protect himself, but I didn't expect that his brain was still single-minded.

Now it's called for help.

But in this case, it is useless to call many rescuers.

What I have to do is never to consider the end and consequences. That's what Qin Langjun needs to do, and I just finish my own duty.

That's enough.

Perhaps because I said these words too naturally and too inconsistent with the current atmosphere, the supervisor brought by the waiter didn't speak, but just stood here and looked at me with a complex look.

It took a long time to nod.

I put down the vase and walked to Qin Langjun.

He was still lazily leaning against the wall, and even his eyelids were too lazy to lift.

Didn't even look at me.

He just played with the lighter in his hand, took the fire seedling, and turned flexibly between his fingers. The fire seedling wiped it, but it didn't burn his fingers.

Uncle Yang, who just called the police, is still curled up at the root of the wall.

But now the people who ask for help have come. He has lost his momentum.

Wilting lying there, if not wet on the body and in the wrong mood on the face, it's almost as drunk as lying unconscious on the ground.

"Excuse me, this is..."

The supervisor, obviously more calm, asked hesitantly.

But this slight delay did not get any succession.

Embarrassed for a while, I was ready to leave.

"Take it away."

When the waiter and supervisor were ready to leave, Qin Langjun's thin lips spit out a few cold words.

But the eyelids still didn't lift up.

However, the supervisor soon understood the meaning, and the executive power was also very fast. One person stood aside and directly took away the people who were paralyzed into mud on the ground.

The time before and after this is no more than five minutes.

There are only two people left in the corridor here, me and him.

I'm usually calm and light, but when I face him, I'm still a little worried.

Because he couldn't figure out his temperament and meaning, every step was like walking on a steel wire. He was restless and worried about falling at any time.

But in this case, no more than before, I can't hesitate or think about the future.

A few steps forward, I took the initiative to stand in front of him as before.

But none of these actions could please him.

Not only was there no waves on his face, but there was a slight mockery on his face.

As before, no matter what I do, he is indifferent like watching a play.

Even the most provocative and teasing is difficult to make him have the slightest reaction.

Not to mention the next plan.

It's all in vain.

I took the initiative to bite his chin. It was very light. It was almost a short contact between my teeth and his chin.

Still no response.

I just took back all my actions and simply followed his example and leaned against the wall.

Do nothing. It's like a ten thousand year salted fish.

Just lean so quietly.

"This is your sincerity. Is it finished?"

When I leaned against the wall, he spoke instead.

The tone seems to contain a touch of cold.

"You don't give a response. If that's the case, it's not the way, is it?"

I don't know where the interest came from. At this time, I turned my head and said to him.

The head is resting on the wall, and the side angle is not very large, but enough to see his expression clearly.

"Response? What response do you want now?"

He looked at me without salt or light. "Didn't you do well just now? It's much more reserved to come to me. Is it because I don't see through you at ordinary times, or is it because you wear a mask from the beginning?"

In the back, his voice became louder and louder.

With some cold pressing questions.

Like a steep chill, it aimed at me and poured in.

"Just now?" I got up after listening to him. I learned those wall thumping, but my hand was not supported on the wall, but my arm was bent, and my little arm leaned against his chest

"I'm not masochistic, Mr. Qin, and it's all like this. Do you still think it's emotional?"

When I said these words, I also deliberately turned my head to let him see the scars on my face and neck.

Just now I just poured some cold water on Uncle Yang. In fact, it was really cheap for him.

These scars on my body alone, even if I cut him thousands of times, are not enough to return it.

I closed my chin a little, and then showed those scars, which were just right and clearly in front of him.

Sometimes things that can't be expressed by language are explained by these aspects, which is a good turn.