What Qi Yan and Fu Yue said between each other, Sheng Jinghua vaguely heard everything, including this affectionate ear and sideburns, every word made him sneer.

The man's elegant face was a little sneering, and he glanced at Fu Yue with a smile.

Trust?

Is she Su Chiyue still qualified to have this kind of thing......

If you really count it, this woman doesn't know how many times she betrayed Qi Yan.

Now Fu Yue doesn't know that what she said today has become a net for herself to be cocooned in the future.

Pi Piyue, who was locked up in a small black room, shed tears of remorse.

Of course, that's an afterthought.

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After the Tsing Yi actor on the stage finished singing, he flicked his long water sleeves, and his eyes were drawn with narrow eyes and tails raised, and his eyes were so soft that they could almost drip water.

The man glanced at Fu Yue affectionately, and actually got off the stage, turned his sleeves over, and his slender fingers took out a rose out of thin air and handed it to her.

"Mrs. Nujian was born so well, it made people happy when they saw it, and they took the liberty to offer this flower, and the flowers are matched with the beauty ......"

Fu Yue's eyelids jumped, and she naturally didn't answer.

The voice of this Tsing Yi actor was soft, with some Wu Nong's soft tone, and when I heard it like this, I couldn't tell whether this person was a man or a woman.

The other hand, wearing pure white gloves, blocked in front of Fu Yue, intercepting the flower, and the young officer's beautiful face was calm, "Get out." ”

Qi Ember was rarely angry.

The two looked at each other.

Looking at the legendary young marshal of Beicheng, Su Chiyue's husband, these beautiful and clean eyes, Qin Shuhan subconsciously wanted to avoid his eyes.

Such eyes are possessed by people who have lived in the light since childhood, like cold white moonlight, clean and free of impurities.

Have low self esteem.

Tsing Yi laughed twice, took back the flower, saluted them, and then withdrew.

The whole time, Fu Yue was terrified, and she reached out and clasped Qi Yan's hand.

Sheng Jinghua on the side was still talking cool over there, "Mrs. Qi is peerless, even a little drama is poured for you, it really makes Sheng admire......"

He didn't finish his words.

Qi Yan reached out and grabbed the collar of the long shirt, clenched his white-gloved fist, and smashed Sheng Jinghua's chin with a punch.

The men's military uniform was cold and stiff, and the buttons on the belt around his waist shone golden.

Yin Hong's lips opened lightly, and he spat out extremely cold words: "Sheng Jinghua, you are looking for death." ”

Pent-up anger.

Everyone was far away from them, and they couldn't hear what Sheng Jinghua said to Qi Yan, only to see the Sheng family master's lips close one by one, and then he was beaten by the angry young marshal.

Pulling out the gun pinned to his waist, the pitch-black muzzle was against Sheng Jinghua's forehead, Qi Yan sank his eyebrows, and said slowly: "Sheng Jinghua, do you know that I have put up with you for a long time?" ”

Since the last time he saw Sheng Jinghua and Fu Yue involved, Qi Yan didn't know how many times he had resisted the urge to pull out his gun.

Reason told him not to be so impulsive.

However, his wife is stared at so fiercely by others, if he swallows this breath, he will be a saint.

Fu Yue hurriedly jumped up and hugged Qi Yan's waist, patted him on the back, and hurriedly said, "Lianzhi, Lianzhi, you calm down." ”。

Then he lowered his voice and said: "So many people are watching, don't be impulsive, Sheng Jinghua is a madman, don't be like him." ”