Murong Xiaoxiao glared at Lin Zicong, then turned and walked towards the villa. Murong qinger leaned on the sofa in the living room on the second floor. The palm of his hand seemed more important than the quarrel outside.
Just looking at her back, this woman is very beautiful. No wonder Liu Chenggong is crazy about flowers. Ordinary women really don't like it, but the villa is in the center of strong resentment. She can read at ease. It seems that this woman is not simple.
"Qing'er." Liu Chenggong was so excited when he heard the familiar voice that he was about to rush in, but was stopped by a sword.
Murong Xiaoxiao said coldly, "if you dare to come in, I'll kill you."
Liu Chenggong shouted at the second floor, "Qing'er, I'm Chenggong. Have you forgotten?"
No response.
"Qing'er, I love you. I thought you were dead. I didn't expect you to be alive. I'm so happy."
Still no response.
Lin Zicong looked at the tearful Liu Chenggong, showed disdainful eyes, and scolded, "look at your appearance. You're worthless. Qing'er can't like people like you at all."
Liu Chenggong glared at him, gritted his teeth and said, "if you talk again, I'll kill you."
"Come on, do it."
Lin Zicong put on a decisive posture and sneered, "your strength is far worse than me. Believe it or not, I'll slap you to death."
"Two losers, don't quarrel here."
Murong Xiaoxiao showed contempt and hummed, "go back and look in the mirror. Where do you deserve qinger? I didn't say you. Even if you were with qinger, do you know qinger and what qinger wants?"@^^$
Liu Chenggong hurriedly said, "Qing'er said that she wants a peaceful life, and I can do it."
"Fart!"
Murong Xiaoxiao scolded, "what do you know? Qing'er wants a peaceful life? Stay in the Lin family. Where can there be peace in the world? You are just a family child in a small city. How can you deserve Qing'er? Don't let a toad eat swan meat."
Liu Chenggong was helpless and showed shame.
Indeed, he and Qing'er have a status difference of eighteen thousand miles, but they once really loved each other. Liu Chenggong will never forget the vows they made when facing the enemy.! $*!
Lin Zicong was different from Liu Chenggong. He soon woke up and found that the magnetic field of the villa changed greatly, which was different from that before. He was very depressed.
"What happened to Qing'er?"
Lin Zicong stared at Murong Xiaoxiao and said in a deep voice, "if the elder will know, even my aunt can't save you."
Murong Xiaoxiao turned pale and said angrily, "you're talking nonsense. We don't engage in evil and evil at all. It's you. You become unscrupulous after going out for a day. Don't forget your identity. Qing'er's identity is far above you in the Lin family."
"No matter how powerful you are, you will become my wife." Lin Zicong said in a deep voice.
"You..." Murong Xiaoxiao said. Tomorrow is the day for Lin Zicong and Qing'er to celebrate. Although they don't want to admit it, the Lin family knows this, and it's also the marriage decided by Lin Zicong's aunt.
Even if Qing'er doesn't want to, he can't change it.
"I absolutely don't allow my wife to go astray." Lin Zicong walked inside and said coldly, "do you want to stop me? I didn't care with you before because in the face of Qing'er, if you challenge my principles again and again, I'll deal with you in the Lin family's way."
"You dare," Murong Xiaoxiao denounced.
"Article 91 of the Lin family law, as the heir, if I am bumped by an outsider, you must kneel down and apologize, or you will kill me." Lin Zicong stared into Murong Xiaoxiao's eyes and looked directly at his soul.
Murong Xiaoxiao didn't expect Lin Zicong to change so much. He was frightened for a moment.
"Xiaoxiao, let him come up, and the other two friends will come together." the voice of Qing'er came from the second floor. Murong Xiaoxiao could only get out of the way, but his eyes were very unfriendly.
Liu Chenggong saw Lin Zicong's strong side and sighed in his heart that there was a big gap between him and himself. People dared to scold Murong Xiaoxiao, but he stood beside him and couldn't help looking at Yang Ping.
Yang Ping can't help shaking her head. After all, it's someone else's business. If Qing'er likes Liu Chenggong and Lin Zicong grabs, there's a reason to do it. The key is that Qing'er doesn't seem to like both of them.
Yang Ping doesn't allow Liu Chenggong to be with Qing'er.
This is the bottom line.
He felt that Qing'er had a plan, which was not simple.
The second floor is full of scholarly smell.
A peerless beauty Yingying got up, smiled at the three people upstairs and said, "Xiaoxiao, distinguished guests come to the door and pour tea." she didn't seem to see Liu Chenggong's hot eyes, nor did she notice Lin Zicong's vigilant look. She brushed off her previous unhappiness, but her eyes flashed on Yang Ping.
Yang Ping is very special and can't see through. As soon as she enters the door, Qing'er focuses on him, but the more she probes, she finds that this person is terrible. The body is like a deep sea and the pupil is like a deep pool. If you look more, you will feel that the soul is sunk in it.
"Zicong, introduce your friend."
Murong qinger smiled, went to him, helped him tidy up his collar and said softly, "we're going to get married tomorrow. You haven't prepared yet. Why did you bring someone to my residence to make trouble?"
Lin Zicong smiled awkwardly and touched his head. The doubts and vigilance in his stomach were immediately dissipated by the beauty. He was embarrassed and said, "Qing'er, I didn't mean to. I just brought someone to see you."
Yang Ping sighs in her heart that Qing'er is very powerful. In a few words, she dissolves Lin Zicong's doubt, and uses the hypnosis carried by the voice. Although it will not completely hypnotize, it will guide Lin Zicong towards the focus of her attention.
Liu Chenggong stared at Murong qinger, tears falling down.
"Who is this?"
Murong qinger looked at Liu Chenggong and asked curiously.
"Qing'er, I'm successful. You don't know me?" Liu Chenggong saw that Qing'er's expression was not fake. He was excited to hold Qing'er's hand. Unfortunately, Qing'er skillfully flashed and didn't know how to avoid it. He stood in place, and Liu Chenggong caught an empty hand.
Lin Zicong's face changed slightly. He couldn't see what he had just done. It shows that Qing'er is at least an expert in the realm of saints.
But Yang Ping saw it clearly. Murong qinger not only avoided Liu Chenggong's hand, but also appeared behind him. She raised her palm to hit people, but felt Yang Ping's eyes, but stopped and returned to where she was.
This speed is definitely not owned by saints, at least they are great saints.
The Lin family is indeed crouching tiger, hidden dragon.
Yang Ping's complexion remained unchanged and did not make a sound. He watched nearby.
Murong qinger was puzzled when she was ready to teach the rude Liu Chenggong a lesson. She felt someone staring at him and quickly withdrew the attack. She looked at Yang Ping in disbelief, but saw that his old God was there and had no master's demeanor at all.
Is it an illusion?
Murong qinger frowned, but soon suppressed his doubts and said, "I don't know who you're talking about, but I certainly don't know you. I've never left the capital."
“……”
Not only Liu Chenggong was stunned, but also Lin Zicong was stunned. Murong qinger had left the capital to experience the world of mortals in the distance, but now he said he had not left the capital. Did he leave there before?
"Impossible."
Liu Chenggong stood up excitedly and shouted, "if you haven't left, how can we want to love. You can deny it, but what do you say about this picture?" took out his wallet and held a couple photo in it. It was Liu Chenggong and Murong qinger.
Murong Xiaoxiao turned pale and said angrily, "where are you from? Our family qinger hasn't left the capital at all. I can testify."
"Qing'er, after you pretended to be dead, I lost hope in my life. I tried to make money and practice. I thought that one day I would ask for a marriage, but you lied to me. Why?" Liu Chenggong said painfully.
"Because Murong qinger died long ago."
Yang Ping suddenly said.