Fu Yue coughed, "It's nothing, just forget it if you don't understand."
She had forgotten how Qi Jin could understand pretending to be 13, and she said smoothly.
Although Qi Jin was puzzled, he didn't ask the bottom line. Instead, he answered Fu Yue's question, "Military uniforms are originally equipped with gloves, and I have personal hygiene, so I have been wearing them."
Fu Yue raised her eyebrows, "cleanliness?"
Qi Jin nodded honestly.
Fu Yue's complexion suddenly sank, her eyes fell on the man's cherry red lips with some danger, and said quietly: "If you have a cleanliness addiction, did you dislike me the time I kissed you? You did it several times later. tooth?"
Qi Jin: "!"
He raised his hand against his thin lips, coughed awkwardly, and whispered, "I don't have one."
He raised his eyes and glanced at Fu Yue, as if afraid that she would not believe it, then said, "I don't dislike you, nor brush my teeth."
Qi Jin completely forgot about his hand rubbing his lips several times that day.
Unconsciously, the line of sight floated to the woman's soft red lips, paused for two seconds, and then naturally looked away, except for the red ear tips that exposed Qi Jin's thoughts.
the next day.
Many warlords gathered in Beicheng, the banquet was held in the most luxurious hotel in Beicheng, and the powerful and powerful people in Beicheng also attended.
Yixiang's temples are drunk and gold fans.
Before Qi Jin and Fu Yue went out, their opinions had great differences.
Fu Yue grabbed Qi Jin's clothes corner and rounded her beautiful phoenix eyes, "Listen to me, you can cover the palm prints on your face before going. If you go like this, it won't be a shame..."
Qi Jin pulled out a corner of his clothes, then raised his arm around Fu Yue's waist, and shook his head, "I don't want to cover it, and it's shameful to accompany you."
Fu Yue didn't smile, "This is really unnecessary. If you just go like this, wouldn't it be my face that I lost?"
Qi Jin: "You despise me."
Fu Yue: "I don't have one."
Qi Jin: "Then go."
Fu Yue: "..."
This person is pretty mediocre. (¬_¬)
Finally, unable to hold Qi Jin, Fu Yue changed into a delicate cheongsam, then took the accustomed group fan, and got into the car with Qi Jin.
Qi Jin winked and helped Fu Yue take her handbag.
After arriving at the hotel.
Qi Jin came late, because his status was the highest, and everyone in the audience was waiting for the young marshal of the North City.
The first thing that catches everyone's eyes is the man's straight military uniform, and then the beautiful woman in his arm.
Everyone: "???"
Who is that woman?
Everyone knows Qi Jin's purity of heart and lack of desire. He is the only one who lives like a monk in such a powerful position.
Before the doubts in everyone's minds dissipated, their gazes were fixed on Qi Jin's face, each of them looked terrifying.
The slender and beautiful young officer, with a slap print on his white face, and his solemn and indifferent expression are particularly inconsistent, so it is extremely conspicuous.
Who fought this?
Who dares to beat this god?
Still hit the face!
Seeing that this is obviously a woman's slap print, there are two older officers who are coming over, looking at Fu Yue with curious eyes.
Fu Yue: "..."
This is the first time she knows what Rumang feels like on her back.
She has seen so many big scenes and when has she been embarrassed, but now, Fu Yue really wants to find a place to sew in.
He twisted Qi Jin's waist with his fingers, then looked at him with a smile.