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On the way back, she was still thinking about that proposal of hers. Other than Feng Ziyan's name, identity, and everything else, Lu Qingzhou had told Hai Yan everything. The two chatted for close to three hours. During the night, Hai Yan had other plans, so they sent her back.

Lu Qingzhou did not greet her as she knew how to prepare the dishes prepared by the two of them. When she entered, she saw Feng Ziyan sitting on the sofa, watching the news on the wall. She rarely saw anything he did other than the news, and he always made people feel oppressed by his furrowed brows and cold eyes.

"Where did you go all afternoon?"

Feng Ziyan's voice was not loud, but Lu Qingzhou was truly frightened. She was not sure when he would be silent or when he would speak to her. Her mood also followed Feng Ziyan. She was in a good mood when he talked to her more, but she was depressed when he talked to her less.

"Hai Yan and I went for afternoon tea. Hai Yan is my economic woman, she …"

Lu Qingzhou originally wanted to explain to him, but Feng Ziyan stared at the screen and did not say anything. Lu Qingzhou spoke for a while, but Feng Ziyan acted as if she did not hear it, as if she was talking to herself. When Sister Xia carried the dinner out, she did so in time to relieve Lu Qingzhou of her embarrassment.

Sister Xia cooked four dishes and a bowl of soup. Lu Qingzhou used her chopsticks to pull the rice grains out of the bowl. Occasionally, she would dig a few times and think about it. She felt that she had been brainwashed by Hai Yan in the afternoon. She kept thinking about what she had taught her, getting drunk on her beauty, and then falling for him. Although his idea was rancid, Lu Qingzhou felt that in order to obtain the love that sealed her face, it was necessary to try everything.

If it was really like what Hai Yan said, a man would only give his heart when he got a woman.

"Ma'am, is the food not to your liking? Do you want me to change the dishes? "

When Sister Xia noticed that Lu Qingzhou was only eating plain rice and didn't treat the dishes well, she thought it was because she didn't want to eat because she didn't cook well.

"No, there's no need."

He secretly glanced at Feng Ziyan, who was sitting straight as a soldier. In his hand was an exquisite porcelain bowl, and he slowly put the rice in his mouth, bit by bit. He slowly chewed and after eating, he would take another bite. His movements were graceful and his posture was noble. Even the intervals between dishes seemed to be set by a computer. There were no more nor less nor less, neither too fast nor too slow.

After Feng Ziyan finished eating the bowl, she handed the empty bowl to her sister, who immediately went into the kitchen to fill it up for him. Feng Ziyan was holding a pair of chopsticks, chewing on the last bit of food in her mouth with great effort. She did not even turn her head as she asked, "Are you done reading? Do I look so good when I eat? "

Lu Qingzhou's chopsticks were slightly trembling. She mustered the courage to look up at Feng Ziyan with a smile that was a little better than crying: "Ziyan, the dishes made by Sister Xia are so delicious. Do you want some wine?"

"What day is it today?"

"Hmm?"

Lu Qingzhou did not understand what he was saying. Feng Ziyan put down the chopsticks in her hands and wiped her mouth with a cloth, "What do you want to drink if it's not a big day? You like to drink so much, you drink enough yourself. Have you forgotten the last time you were drunk in someone else's bed? Who taught you this? The Petrel? "

Feng Ziyan threw the tablecloth on the table, and Xia Sister-in-law brought the food over. Feng Ziyan stood up and kicked over the chair. The loud noise scared Lu Qingwu so much that she did not dare to make a sound. Her nose was so sore that she almost cried. Seeing that the situation had taken a turn for the worse, Xia Keke hurriedly stood to the side.

"I'm not eating anymore. Take away all these dishes." The air in the room is too pungent, so it smells uncomfortable! "

Even a fool like Lu Qingzhou could tell that Feng Ziyan was scolding her. She silently put down her chopsticks and glanced at Sister Xia.

"Sister Xia, I'm going upstairs."

She turned her back and tears began to fall like beads.

"Madam."

Sister Xia looked at the dishes on the table and sighed helplessly. Second Young Master couldn't bully Miss Lu less. She didn't know when the two of them would be able to be as loving as the other young couples were. Lu Qingzhou cried for the whole night without even getting a grain of rice. Feng Ziyan changed into a Mercedes-Benz and drove into the pitch black night.

Xiang Yuan Bar

The center of the dance floor was filled with people. The deafening music moved everyone's senses. Some of them even threw their beers into the air, making the atmosphere in the bar even more lively.

Suddenly all the lights were out, and a cold gush of water fell from the sky, sending the crowd fleeing and screaming. In the darkness, Zhang Yuanhang felt that everyone had fled, leaving him alone. Before his eyes could adjust to the darkness, something fell directly on top of him, as if the sky had suddenly been covered by dark clouds on a sunny day.

Next, his arms were held by two powerful arms. Amidst the chaos in the bar, Zhang Xingyuan was kidnapped. He was pushed into a car and escorted by several big men.

"Who are you? What do you want, money? I beg of you, give me a price, but don't hurt me. Please don't hurt me. "

He howled, and a cold, cruel voice rang in his ears.

"Either gag him or seal his mouth."

Several fists landed on Zhang Yuanxing's body, causing him to cry and roll on the ground. It took Zhang Yuanliao ten minutes to calm down.

"Don't kill him!"

From beginning to end, there was a voice commanding Zhang Yuanxing's ears.

The car drove for nearly half an hour. A full moon hung in the dark sky, and the atmosphere was eerie and desolate. Zhang Yuanhang was brought to the top of the mountain by a few big beads of sweat. Covered in a black cloth, he stood there not knowing what to do. Zhang Yuanhang felt that this was the closest moment to his death.

The cold thing pressed against his temple, and Zhang Yuanhang was so scared that he knelt on the ground and raised his hands up high. Then, everyone saw that where he stood, the ground was reflecting a little bit of light due to the wetness.

"No, no, don't kill me!"

Zhang Yuanhang was so scared that he peed his pants. The black cloth covering his head was violently torn off. Under the moonlight, Zhang Yuanxing was finally able to clearly see the ice-cold satanic face in front of him. If you ever touch my woman again, I'll make sure you never see the morning sun again. "

Feng Ziyan mouthed at the gun in his hand, "Bang!"

Zhang Yuanhang fell limply to the ground. Feng Ziyan withdrew his spear, his eyes gleaming with a sinister coldness: "Let's go."

"Yes!"

A few black-clothed men left Zhang Yuanhang in another car. Feng Ziyan, on the other hand, got into his Mercedes-Benz, rolled down the window, and threw the half-burnt cigarette out of the window.

Zhang Yuanhang knelt on the ground. The night wind was blowing his bloodied face. He looked at the gradually disappearing car and his lonely self. He screamed at the Mercedes-Benz that was no longer visible, "Who's your woman?"

As Feng Ziyan's car pulled into the city, the lights on the street streaked across his face as his van moved.