Chapter 320 The Asura Field of the Rich Wife (39)

Sheng Jinghua vaguely heard everything that Qi Jin and Fu Yue said, including the affectionate rubbing of ears and temples, every word and every word made him sneer.

The man's elegant face was a bit mocking, and he glanced at Fu Yue with a half-smile.

trust?

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

If it is really counted, this woman has betrayed Qi Jin countless times.

The current Fu Yue doesn't know that what she said today has become a net to bind herself in the future.

Pipiyue, who was locked in the small black room, shed tears of regret.

Of course, this is something.

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After the actor in Tsing Yi on the stage sang, he flicked his long sleeves, and the tails of his long and narrow eyes were drawn up, his eyes were so soft that they could almost drip water.

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

"Seeing that Mrs. has such a good life, I feel happy when I see you. I take the liberty to present this flower. Flowers match a beauty..."

Fu Yue's eyelids twitched, so she naturally refused to answer.

The actor in Tsing Yi's voice was soft, with a soft tone of Wu Nong's soft language. After hearing it like this, it was impossible to tell whether this person was a man or a woman.

The other hand, wearing a pure white glove, stood in front of Fu Yue and stopped the flower. The young officer's beautiful face was serious, "Get lost."

Qi Jin was rarely angry.

The two looked at each other.

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

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

Ashamed of myself.

The actor in Tsing Yi smiled a few times, took back the flower, saluted them gracefully, and then refunded the money.

Throughout the whole process, Fu Yue was trembling with fear, she stretched out her hand and squeezed Qi Jin's hand tightly.

Sheng Jinghua at the side was still making sarcastic remarks, "Mrs. Qi is so magnificent that even a little opera singer falls for you. Sheng really admires her..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

Qi Jin reached out and grabbed the collar of the gown, clenched his white-gloved fist, and hit Sheng Jinghua on the chin.

The man's military uniform was cold and straight, and the buttons on the belt around his waist were shining with golden light.

The bright red lips parted slightly, and uttered extremely cold words: "Sheng Jinghua, you are courting death."

Repressed anger.

The crowd was far away from them, and they couldn't hear what Sheng Jinghua said to Qi Jin. They only saw the head of the Sheng family open and close his lips, and then he was beaten up by the furious young commander.

Pulling out the gun from his waist, the pitch-black muzzle pressed against Sheng Jinghua's forehead, Qi Jin lowered his brows, and said slowly, "Sheng Jinghua, do you know that I have endured you for a long time?"

Since the last time I saw Sheng Jinghua and Fu Yue getting involved, Qi Jin didn't know how many times he resisted the urge to draw his gun.

Reason told him that he shouldn't be so impulsive.

However, his wife was stared at so intently by others, if he could swallow this breath, he would be a saint.

Fu Yue rushed forward and hugged Qi Jin's waist, patted his back, and hurriedly said: "Lianzhi, Lianzhi, calm down."

Then he lowered his voice and said: "So many people are watching, even you don't want to be impulsive, Sheng Jinghua is a lunatic, don't be as knowledgeable as him."