Chapter 504: What Is He Going to Do

"Sanshao, let's talk." Twilight catches up.

Qin Jian frowned, glanced at An Yin, and pulled the car door, "You get in the car first." ”

Anyin gets in the car.

"Breakfast." Qin Jian pointed to the small food bag on the armrest box, closed the car door, and glanced at the watch on his wrist, "What do you want to say, say, five minutes." ”

Twilight's face turned blue.

He told her to say that? And only five minutes?

"Don't say it." Qin Jian didn't have much patience, so he picked up the small suitcase sent by Yu Hong, threw it into the rear trunk, closed the rear trunk lid, and walked to the cab.

An Yin picked up the grocery bag that was resting beside her and opened it.

Inside are two boxes of soy milk and a cage of xiaolongbaozi.

The soy milk and buns are still hot, and it seems that Qin Jian went to buy them just now.

glanced at the two people outside the car, one was indifferent, and the other was like a fighting.

She withdrew her gaze, ignored the locals, opened one of the boxes of soy milk, and ate her breakfast.

Last night's incident was caused by Qin Jian, so it was up to him to take this responsibility and bear the consequences.

As for her.

An Yin bit her lip lightly, taking one step at a time, she didn't want to think about it, it was useless to think about it.

Twilight can no longer describe her mood with anger.

But she intuitively felt that Qin Jian would not come back if she left with An Yin, and she would not even say that she would do so for five minutes.

Hurriedly chased after it and stopped the car door, "Okay, that's it." ”

Twilight glanced at Feather Red.

Yu Hong hurriedly ran away.

Twilight Jiayin looked at An Yin sitting in the car again, An Yin lowered her head and drank soy milk, as if she was directly in the air.

An Yin and Qin Jian did that kind of thing last night, and they could still do it like this, they didn't even take her seriously.

Slut!

Little vixen!

With just one glance, he saw that Qin Jian was impatient, frowned, and reached out to pull the car door.

Twilight Jiayin had no choice but to suppress her anger and look at Qin Jian calmly.

"Do you know what the consequences will be if you did that last night?"

"The consequences? Twilight, when you spoke to the old man yesterday, you should have thought about the consequences you would have to bear. The corners of Qin Jian's mouth flashed with disdain and coldness.

"I just asked Anyin to come over and help me come up with ideas......"

"Get out of here!"

Before Du Jiayin finished speaking, Qin Jian's face sank, and he pulled the car door and got into the car.

"Five minutes you say."

"Get out!"

Twilight Jiayin didn't expect Qin Jian to turn his face when he said that he would turn his face and grab the car door.

Qin Jian hooked his finger at the security guard who was hiding to the side and secretly watching the bustle.

The security guard was startled, but was looked at coldly by Qin Jian, and had to step forward, "Third Young Master." ”

"Get this out of the way." Qin Jian pointed to Du Jiayin, who was dominating the door and not letting the door close.

The security guard looked at Twilight Jiayin, his face turned white, and dragged Twilight Jiayin away, how dare he.

"If you can't get her away, you'll pack up and fuck off." Qin Jian was wearing an all-round belt, and his tone was very light.

The person who was fired by the third young master was equivalent to entering the black name of the Qin family, and all units related to the Qin family would not be hired again.

The security guard had to step forward boldly, "Miss Twilight, I'm sorry. "Go and pull Twilight's fingers away.

Twilight was furious, but she didn't want to be embarrassed enough to let a security guard touch her.

Let go, "Qin Jian, you wait for me." ”

Qin Jian had a cold face, didn't look at her, and slammed the car door shut.

The car 'swooped' away.

An Yin raised her eyes, and the corner of her eyes swept the pale Du Jiayin, unable to think of what Qin Jian was doing.

ps: I'll update it after I finish writing.