Spear Teacher

As a qualified housekeeper (crossed out) secretary, Zhao Jin's work attitude is undoubtedly positive.

Just now, because of the wife's "Old West Spell", he didn't control the steering wheel well for a while and made a mistake.

He was so sinisterly called by the young master, and he immediately became very alert.

Using his superb driving skills, he drove the [京A·886SB] fast and steady, and soon arrived downstairs of the community where Jiang Qiyu lived.

"Miss Jiang, we're here."

Holding the expensive red wine in his arms, Jiang Qiyu nodded to Zhao Jin, and then turned to look at Qi Yu beside him:

"Qi——"

Just as she opened her mouth, she was interrupted by the man with a serious face and a serious warning:

"If you have something to say, just say it. You are in Building 2, don't make those 4 noises again."

After hearing her voice just now, one word turned eight hundred turns like a scratch in the throat, "Brother Qi Yu".

Qi Yu swore that he didn't want to hear those four words again in his life.

As long as he didn't say that, he would do anything.

"......"

Jiang Qiyu rolled her eyes when she saw his defensive look, and then opened the door and got out of the car.

Tasteless, this man has no taste.

A man who can't even accept the coquetry of a top beauty, what can't he do in the future?

It makes people feel cold in the uterus! It's outrageous!

With a "bang", Jiang Qiyu slammed the car door, walked around the car body, waved his fist at the anti-peeping glass of the back seat, and then prepared to turn around and go upstairs.

"Jiang Qiyu."

But before she could take a step, she heard the voice behind her and turned back. When she turned back, she saw Qi Yu getting out of the car.

The tall man took two steps to stand in front of her, lowered his eyes and spoke slowly:

"What did you want to say just now?"

His cold profile softened under the dim street lights, and his low and hoarse voice was like an electric current. Listening carefully, even his tone carried a hint of cautious temptation and expectation.

"......"

But Jiang Qiyu didn't buy his trick, and politely declined the offer and used his own spear to attack his shield:

"I'm in Building 2, don't make such a noise."

"......"

Guessing that she was holding a grudge, Qi Yu curved his eyebrows in understanding, and slowly leaned down to get closer to her:

"Are you angry?"

"No." She wrinkled her delicate nose and dodged back.

"Then why are you so stern?"

He curled his lips, and his eyes fell on her slightly pursed lips.

Facing his obvious teasing and teasing, Jiang Qiyu narrowed her eyes dangerously and replied with her neck stiff:

"I don't laugh because I don't like to laugh by nature."

After saying that, without waiting for Qi Yu to speak again, she moved closer to him instead of retreating.

Until the two were close enough to feel each other's warm breath, she smiled triumphantly and threatened:

"Master Qi, you don't want to go to ICU for a day trip again, do you?"

"Oh?"

Is there such a good thing?

Qi Yu almost thought he had heard it wrong, and the smile on his lips became even more intense:

"What if I say...I want to?"

"..."

Jiang Qiyu was stunned, and her beautiful eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist as thin as a cicada's wing.

The red lips that still smelled of alcohol opened slightly, as if to seduce:

"Then close your eyes."

Qi Yu's smile did not diminish, but he looked at her meaningfully.

Then he closed his eyes obediently, and his thick eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyes.

"......"

He closed his eyes, felt the breeze in front of him, and heard the tiny footsteps of tiptoeing.

Finally, it was her joyful voice:

"You wish!"

"......"

He slowly opened his eyes, and in front of him was only the dim light cast by the nearby street lamp.

Nothing else.

......

In the car, Zhao·Butler·Jin, who was smiling like an aunt, almost crushed the leather steering wheel in his hands.

Looking at the young master standing under the street lamp, posing and looking up at a 45-degree angle, a drop of excited tears slowly fell from the corner of his eyes:

"The young master finally learned to coax people..."

——

Qi Yu stood downstairs for a while, and when he saw the lights on her floor, he retracted his sight.

He turned his head and suddenly met a pair of eyes full of tears.

"......"

Looking at Zhao Jin's happy expression of "my daughter has grown up", Qi Yu glared at him.

"!"

Zhao·Butler·Jin stopped playing in an instant, his face restored to a professional smile, but his hand was desperately pressing the window lift button.

Turning around and getting in the car, Qi Yu was too lazy to care about this little hobby passed down from his ancestors.

After lowering his eyes and pondering for a while,Then he said to the person in the front row who was secretly wiping the crystal tears from the corners of his eyes:

"Check Meng Wanyu."

"Miss Meng?"

Although Zhao Jin was confused, he immediately took out his mobile phone.

Five minutes later.

"I found it! Miss Meng jumped off a building to commit suicide abroad and was rescued. She was transferred back to a domestic hospital three days ago and is now in City A."

"......"

Will Meng Wanyu commit suicide?

Qi Yu's eyes sank slightly, and after a long silence, he still spoke lightly:

"Go and see."

——

The largest public hospital in City A, the top floor luxury VIP ward.

"......"

Qi Yu's eyes were slightly cold, and he glanced at Zhao Jin next to him without leaving a trace.

"......"

And Zhao Jin gave a stiff apologetic smile.

Who the hell spread false news? !

Looking at Meng Wanyu, who was sitting by the bed with a surprised and lively face, Qi Yu had already predicted and raised his hand to stop her from saying "Brother Qi Yu".

He glanced at the high-end ward and said in a deep voice:

"I heard you committed suicide."

"Oh, that's not important. Qi Yu-Brother Yu, please sit down first."

Meng Wanyu changed her name very obediently, and said with a touching face:

"I knew you wouldn't be willing to ignore me..."

"..."

Qi Yu frowned and looked at her with scrutiny:

"Just to return home?"

He Hao had a sad face as if his wife had died. He thought Meng Wanyu was gone.

Although she was annoying, the Qi family and the Meng family had a friendship of two generations. If Meng Wanyu was in trouble, he would naturally come to see it.

But now it seems that this suicide by jumping off the building was just a self-torture trick to force Mr. Meng to agree to her return to China.

"......Not all of them."

Meng Wanyu admitted it in disguise, and then shook her left leg and said coquettishly:

"I really jumped out of the window! Brother Yu, look, my foot is sprained......"

Qi Yu frowned and looked at Zhao Jin who was like a turtle beside him, leaving a sentence "You have a good rest" and then turned and left.

"q......Brother Yu!"

Seeing that he was leaving, Meng Wanyu didn't feel any headache or sprained foot, jumped out of bed and was about to pull him.

But Qi Yu dodged sideways with agility, and didn't even touch his sleeve.

"Brother Yu..."

Meng Wanyu looked at the man who was very repulsive to her, and couldn't help showing a wronged look on her face:

"Are you avoiding me like this because of that woman Jiang Qiyu?"

"No."

Qi Yu didn't hesitate, and shook his head calmly.

"Then why?!"

Meng Wanyu didn't understand. She and Qi Yu had been childhood sweethearts and their family backgrounds matched. Since he didn't have to abide by the illusory marriage contract, why couldn't he just look at her?

"In your heart, how can I be inferior to her?!"

"..."

Looking at the girl in front of him with red eyes and out of control, Qi Yu frowned in confusion:

"Why do you think so?"

"I..."

"In my heart?"

The man's eyes were calm and his tone was light:

"No, you're not here."