Chapter 578

Knowing that there were activities on the second floor that were not suitable for children, all the housekeepers and servants avoided temporarily and kept quiet until they saw someone come down. The gambling king didn't expect that the man would do what he said. He borrowed his own place grandly. He felt uncomfortable and went out to meet the guests.

Others also left with different emotions. After the house was completely quiet, it added a quiet comfort of years.

Feng Yan simply held the girl by the window and enjoyed the golden ginkgo in the yard.

"In the morning, I played a game with the gambling king." Qin Qing looked out of the window, grabbed the man's finger behind him, pointed to the chess board still lying quietly under the tree, and then whispered, "I lost, so I want to be his puppet and run the gambling city together in the future."

In fact, it is not accurate to say joint operation. At best, she is just a vase on the surface.

"You did it on purpose." Feng Yan hugged her waist. Even if he couldn't see the chessboard clearly, his chess power was limited, but he recognized the final result of the game at a glance.

"Ha ha, this is a rare opportunity to get close to him." Qin Qing drew a circle on the window with his fingertips. "I want to really get the position of the gambling king, which is complete."

In fact, the death of Feng Yue has come to light, and Zhou Yunfei has been saved. Now as long as revenge is taken, the rotten city of purple drunk and gold fans has nothing to do with them.

However, along the way, Feng Yan had a stronger and stronger premonition in his heart. He felt that it was time to speak now.

"You said you knew Xiaoyue at first to avenge her. How did you know her?"

How do you know

The intelligence of the sniper camp is all over the world. Even three years ago, Feng Yan fully controlled her social network for Feng Yue, the sister she cares about most.

Among them, there is no girl.

Such an outstanding girl said three years later that she used one pillar to hold the sky high, just like it appeared out of thin air, with no trace to follow.

Bang Bang... Qin Qing's heart suddenly beat wrongly, and her body was tense in a moment. She couldn't escape the embrace behind her. It was too late to cover up.

For a long time, when the quartz clock came to the tenth time in the open corridor, she heard her low voice slowly say: "believe it or not, I've seen Feng Yue. Her last words are to get back the seat of the gambling king."

She didn't mention her mother or her own madness. Maybe she subconsciously felt that she was dead, or maybe the memory of her soul was blurred, so that she only remembered the main goal.

In short, Qin Qing was born again and unconsciously regarded this goal as his own life.

"I believe it." Feng Yan is always like the safest shelter, giving the girl wholehearted trust, but this time he added at the end, "tell me when you are willing to say."

On this secret, he has an unusual obsession. He always feels that only when this veil is lifted can they really understand each other.

"... OK." Qin Qing was silent for a moment, and finally nodded his head gently.

When the dust settles, she will tell everything, including her absurd and real rebirth. But she never thought that this secret would leave a huge hidden danger at the moment and lead to a big mistake in the future.

It was night. The sky was like ink and the cold wind was like an ice blade. It blew on the bar street in the lobby late at night and rolled up a slight shaking of neon lights. Late at night in winter, even drunken and gold fans can't resist the attraction of the quilt. Under the dark light, there are only a few people together to chat tonight.

At the bar, with a bang, the glass was smashed down, and the remaining wine in the glass spilled out, splashing the glass table.

"Ah, you..." the bartender was like a bar service. When he saw it, he wanted to scold the drunkard who brought him extra work. As soon as he said it, his voice stuck in his throat and stopped suddenly.

As soon as he came in, the young man who drank with his head down raised his head. His dark eyes were deep and bottomless, and there was clearly no language. But at that moment, the bartender felt like he was bitten by a poisonous snake, and he would die in the next second.

"Another drink." the young man's hoarse voice had a strong smell of wine, but even so, his anger was still stuffy in his heart.

I don't know how many cups he drank. He saw a thin back in a hazy way. He looked like someone in a cotton skirt. So he pushed away his chair and stumbled to catch up. When he got to the back door, he was blown by the cold wind and found that everything was just his own illusion.

"Hehe, how could it be her? How could she come..."

When the memory returned to this morning, everyone left one after another, and he took the opportunity to climb up the terrace on the second floor to take care of the girl. Unexpectedly, when he opened the door, he saw a pair of figures overlapping together.

The pale golden sunshine hit them lightly. The girl showed her beautiful white face, opened a circle of beautiful golden ripples in her pupils, put her slender arms around the man's neck, and took the initiative to stand on tiptoe without touching each other's lips.

It was the first time that he saw the girl's mood. She was shy and pretty, her cheeks were crimson, and even the top of her eyebrows were engraved with tenderness. At a glance, he could clearly understand that she loved each other.

The man whose identity background is a mystery and who has been low-key and mysterious is the man who swore sovereignty on the phone.

"She didn't lie to me... I've always been amorous..."

Drunk and easy to talk nonsense, the young people only feel embarrassed. Those unsustainable sadness are blocked in their chest, and every word is pulling the flesh and blood of their heart.

It turned out that he had loved her so much before he knew it.

That's ridiculous.

The young man stumbled a step and walked forward without looking back.

"Hey, you don't have long eyes. Do you know if you hit people?" there were few good men and women in the mixed bar street. At this time, several strong men turned and caught up with them, grabbed the young man's shoulder and threw it on the wall with an evil voice: "little white face, you want to go when you hit someone. It's not so cheap. You'll lose money for me."

The bangs in front of the young man's forehead were a little messy and fell between his eyebrows, adding a bit of decadence, "don't touch me."

His voice was a little vague, and he looked really bullying.

"Ha ha, don't touch it? Then I'll touch it, I'll touch you. What can you do?" the strong man laughed and pressed the young man's chest badly with his palm. Finally, he rubbed it maliciously, "I not only want to touch, but also touch..."

Puff, puff, puff... After two subtle sounds, the strong man stopped his body. He stagnated for a moment, reached for the sticky liquid on his forehead, and looked at the young man with the muzzle of the gun in front of him.