Fu Yue coughed, "It's nothing, you don't understand, forget it." ”

She forgot how Qi Yan could understand the words of pretending to be 13, and she said it smoothly for a while.

Although Qi Yan was puzzled, he didn't get to the bottom of it, but answered Fu Yue's question, "The military uniform is originally equipped with gloves, and I have a personal cleanliness habit, so I have been wearing it." ”

Fu Yue raised her eyebrows, "Cleanliness? ”

Qi Yan nodded honestly.

Fu Yue's face suddenly sank, and his gaze fell on the man's cherry red lips with some danger, and said faintly: "If you have a habit of cleanliness, the time I kissed you, did you dislike me?" How many times did you brush your teeth later? ”

Qi Yan: "! ”

He raised his hand against his thin lips, coughed awkwardly, and whispered in defense, "I didn't." ”

raised his eyes and looked at Fu Yue, as if he was afraid that she would not believe it, and said again, "I don't dislike you, and I didn't brush my teeth." ”

Qi Yan completely forgot about the fact that he had wiped his lips with his hands several times that day.

His gaze unconsciously drifted to the woman's soft red lips, paused for two seconds, and then naturally looked away, except for the red tips of his ears that exposed Qi Yan's thoughts.

*

The next day.

Many warlords gathered in Beicheng, and the banquet was held in the most luxurious hotel in Beicheng, and powerful people from Beicheng also attended.

The clothes are fragrant and the sideburns are shadowy, and the paper is drunk and golden.

Before Qi Yan and Fu Yue went out, they had a great difference of opinion.

Fu Yue tugged at the corner of Qi Yan's clothes and glared at the beautiful phoenix eyes, "Listen to me, you cover the slap marks on your face before you go, if you go like this, you won't be ashamed......"

Qi Yan pulled out a corner of his clothes, then raised his hand to wrap his arms around Fu Yue's waist, and shook his head, "Don't cover it, I said that I would be embarrassed with you." ”

Fu Yuepi didn't smile, "This is really unnecessary." If you go like this, won't I still lose my face? ”

Qi Yan: "You dislike me." ”

Fu Yue: "I didn't. ”

Qi Yan: "Then let's go." ”

Fu Yue: "......"

This man is terrible. (￢_￢)

In the end, unable to resist Qi Yan, Fu Yue changed into a delicate cheongsam, then took the fan that he was used to, and got into the car with Qi Yan.

Qi Yan helped Fu Yue take her handbag very clearly.

After arriving at the hotel.

Qi Yan came relatively late, because his status was the highest, and everyone in the audience was waiting for this young marshal from Beicheng.

The first thing that caught everyone's eyes was the man's straight military uniform, and then the beautiful woman he was holding in his hand.

Everyone: "?? ”

Who is that woman?

Qi Yan's pure heart and few desires are well known, and in such a powerful position, he is the only one who lives like a monk.

Before the doubts in everyone's minds dissipated, their eyes were nailed to Qi Yan's face, and they all looked terrifying.

The slender and beautiful young officer, with a slap mark on his fair face, was particularly discordant with his serious and indifferent expression, and it was also extremely conspicuous.

Who fought this?

Who would dare to fight this god?

Or hit in the face!

Seeing that this is obviously a woman's slap print, there are two older officers who have come over, looking at Fu Yue with curious eyes.

Fu Yue: "......"

It was the first time she knew what it was like to have Rumang on her back.

How many big scenes she has seen, when have she been embarrassed, but now, Fu Yue really can't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into.

His fingers twisted Qi Yan's waist fiercely, and then looked at him with a smile.