"Bang!"
Tong Ke, who was just about to turn back to his room to rest, heard a roar, and then saw a figure flying in front of him.
"Who?"
Tong Ke was surprised. He retreated several steps in a row. When he looked closely, he found that the man in front of him was the steward of the mustache just now.
In the direction of the door, three people came in.
"Who are you?"
Tong Ke looked nervous.
Chen Fei didn't answer, but asked aloud, "are you Tong Ke?"
"Who the hell are you? Who let you break into my house? Come on -" Tong Ke roared and wanted to call someone.
But just as he was about to speak, a shadow flew over and grabbed Tong Ke's throat.
It was the nine finger old devil who shot, and Wuyan also came over, looked at Tong Ke and said in a voice: "I heard you know Qi Jing, the eldest young master of the whole family.
Now, we want to meet Qi Jing and need you to ask him out. "
"Well done, save your life.
If you can't do it well, die! "
"Do you understand?"
The cold and straightforward words didn't give Tong Ke any choice.
He nodded in horror. "I can do it, I will do it."
...... Qi Jing, who is in a high-end restaurant in the west of the town, suddenly received a letter.
The writer is Tong Ke, a rich son who flatters him. Qi Dashao has some impression.
The content of the letter excited Qi Jing.
Because, in the letter, Tong Ke told him that the little girl he liked a few days ago had already got it and was waiting for Qi Dashao to go.
Seeing this, Qi Jing thought of the beautiful cheek that moved his heart that he saw at the wine banquet that day.
Although the little girl is not so beautiful, her beautiful and lovely temperament is not comparable to those women in the restaurant.
Qi Shao, who is used to eating big fish and big meat, also wants to have some light vegetable dishes occasionally for a change.
And that tender little girl is obviously a good choice.
Thinking of this, Qi Jing felt a burst of heat in his lower abdomen. He immediately put down his glass and rushed directly to Tong's house.
... "pa", the door was pushed open, and Qi Jinghou's anxious voice rang, "brother Tong, I'm coming. Where's the little beauty?"
"Whew!"
Qi Jing responded with a cold blade on his neck.
"Don't move, or you'll die."
Qi Jing is worthy of being everyone's son. His ability to stay calm in the face of danger is still much better than Tong Ke. He calmed down quickly, glanced at the people in the house, and then said in a voice: "whatever you want, just speak. As long as I can afford it, we will not be stingy."
Chen Fei glanced at Qi Jing and said, "tomorrow's Princess Zhenxi banquet, we're going."
"This --" Qi Jing turned his eyes and thought, "that's the banquet of the king of Zhenxi, which I can't arrange, so --" the nine finger old devil holding the knife, smelling the force of the blade, printed a blood mark on Qi Jing's neck, "it's impossible. It's useless to keep it. Die!"
Now, Qi Jingzhen was really frightened.
He wanted to delay and bargain.
But I didn't expect that these fierce bandits were so fierce that they would kill if they didn't agree with each other. They had to hurry up and say, "no, no, I can do it, I can."
The nine finger old devil sneered: "don't think carefully in front of my childe, otherwise there will be only a dead end."
"This is our request. You can arrange it!"
Wuyan on the other side came forward and handed Qi Jingyi a piece of paper.
Qi Jing the result paper and walked out of the house half convinced.
He didn't understand what these people wanted to do. Since they wanted to threaten themselves, why did they let themselves go so easily.
Don't they worry about their own family, expose them, and bring someone to catch them all?
At this time, Chen Fei's cold voice sounded, "by the way, finally remind you.
If you want to play tricks, you might as well try it. "