As a beautiful person, he became popular in the variety show and flirted with the villain

Chapter 67 Is it for yourself?

"Yo~ Playing conspiracy theories? Lu Yiming has a moral bottom line, okay?"

Wen Qing folded her arms lazily in front of her chest, leaning against the door frame, staring at Lu Yiming with a half-smile, looking up and down at Lu Yiming.

Although Wen Qing smiled like that, she actually had no idea.

Because talking about the moral bottom line with a crazy critic is completely like playing the piano against a cow.

She was afraid that if Lu Yiming had an impulse to let his subordinates destroy Qi Mo once and for all, then it would really be over.

"The bottom line of morality? Wen Qing, how can I be so despicable? I'm just going to let my subordinates take good care of the young master~"

The way Lu Yiming pretended to be stupid made Wen Qing's liver ache, especially the bright smile on Lu Yiming's face, Wen Qing ruthlessly turned Lu Yiming's face blank, not giving him a chance to act.

But after Wen Qing turned around, the smile on Lu Yiming's face was completely restrained, covered with frost, those two deep eyes, shadowed like a bottomless pool of water, deep and persistent, with a coldness The cold frost cast a gloomy glance, and Qi Mo, who was not sleeping well, dispelled his thoughts just now.

In fact, Wen Qing guessed right.

He was going to teach Qi Mo a lesson, after all, he was broken by Wen Qing, he had to let Qi Mo feel the feeling of breaking a few ribs~
But after Wen Qing said this, he no longer insisted on finding someone to torture Qi Mo.

Forget it, Wen Qing is in his hands, as long as he changes his mind, Wen Qing will always fall in love with him again, and completely forget that stinky man Qi Mo.

Thinking of this, the coldness between Lu Yiming's eyebrows disappeared, replaced by a feeling of spring breeze.

Lu Yiming walked to Wen Qing's side, and handed him the siu mai that he had lined up several streets to buy.

"I remember this siu mai in Nancheng was your favorite before. I specially lined up to buy it. Are you hungry? Eat some."

His eyes were affectionate, hot and intense, staring straight at Wen Qing's small face.

"Wrong, that's what you like to eat."

Wen Qing just glanced at it and lost interest.

Obviously, the original owner has always known that Lu Yiming likes this Shaomai restaurant in Nancheng, so he has been talking about this restaurant in Lu Yiming's ears.

But in fact, the original owner didn't like it. To be precise, he didn't like it very much. It was only because of Lu Yiming that he liked this kind of thing.

Lu Yiming didn't know before that a girl loves him so humblely that she even wants to chase after him.

But now Wen Qing is not the original owner, so naturally she is not used to Lu Yiming.

Although Wen Qing is not against Shaomai, as long as she can make Lu Yiming unhappy, she will be happy!

And Lu Yiming stood there at a loss, holding the kraft paper bag in his hand, and the deep shock in his heart made Lu Yiming stand there dumbfounded.

Wen Qing actually knew.

So. Every time she pesters herself to eat at that restaurant in Nancheng, is it for herself?
He withdrew his gaze from Wen Qing, his eyes turned pale from the shock just now, and there was a ray of sadness and distress in his eyes.

He slowly opened the kraft paper bag he had just handed to Wen Qing, took out the beautifully packaged siu mai, slowly opened the package, took a bite, the rich aroma lingered at the tip of his nose, and the moment it entered his throat , the soft and seductive taste made Lu Yiming's lips hook slightly.

After Lu Yiming finished eating the burnt wheat, his eyes were burning like fire, watching the figure that was going away, as if a flame was about to be ignited, devouring that figure that was getting further away.
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hospital.

When Qi Mo woke up, his eyes turned to the hospital bed for the first time, but he didn't see the person he was dreaming of.

All I saw was the somewhat messy bed.

He walked up and touched it with his hand, and it was still warm, it seemed that he had just left not long ago.

Qi Mo thought that Wen Qing was going to the bathroom, so he wasn't worried at first, but when he inadvertently noticed that the mobile phone he had left for Wen Qing on the bed was missing, Qi Mo frowned with bad intuition .

He quickly took out his mobile phone and called Wen Qing.

Although he didn't have Wen Qing's cell phone number, but the chief director had it, so Qi Mo got Wen Qing's cell phone number easily.

But when Qi Mo called, no one answered.

Qi Mo was always restless in his heart, his cold and indifferent eyes seemed to be out of focus, and he was surrounded by a cold breath.

He can't find her!

He dropped himself! !

The pupils of his eyes shrank suddenly and violently, the eyes were filled with moisture quickly, his hands trembled slightly with excitement, his fingers curled up, fine sweat came out from the palms of his hands, and even his straight back was a bit stiff, The whole body trembled involuntarily.

Qi Mo's face became paler and paler. The wound that had been bandaged just now seemed to be tearing because of Qi Mo's laborious grasping, and a few drops of blood leaked out. Countless thoughts were churning in his heart, and he was caught off guard. , at a loss.

After a while, Qi Mo came out of that emotion, lowered his head and squeezed his cell phone tightly.

Sent a message to someone that he wanted to find her.

Qi Mo picked up the coat he put aside, put it on, and walked out. In fact, Qi Mo's hands were fine, especially since Wen Qing gave Qi Mo the hemostatic pill, so it will recover quickly, as long as Qi Mo It is enough to change the dressing on time.

After going through the discharge procedures, Qi Mo waited directly at the door of the hospital.

A minute later, an extended version of Lincoln stopped in front of Qi Mo. Qi Mo calmly opened the door and sat in.

On the back seat, Qi Mo rubbed the center of his brow with his left hand wearily, and asked in a neutral tone, "So, Lu Yiming came here and took Wen Qing away?"

"It's like this."

"Is it voluntary?"

There was no pity in Qi Mo's eyes when he looked at his subordinates, only coldness, as cold as frost, as cold as wind and snow.

The joints are well defined, the slender hand like jade is placed on the blue and white porcelain teacup, the faint light hits Qi Mo's perfect and delicate hand, even the fingertips are glistening, and he moves his eyes from the hand to the body without emotion. He looked at the teacup in his hand.

The subordinates suddenly felt that this question was a bit difficult to answer.

It can be seen from the monitoring that Wen Qing followed Lu Yiming voluntarily, and there is no camera in the ward, so he doesn't know exactly what happened in the ward.

However, he has followed Qi Mo for so many years, and he has eyesight.

"It was coerced."

He returned without changing his face.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with helping Lu Yiming in this wave of hatred.

Anyway, robbing someone with his own young master, he doesn't know what is good or bad.

So no matter how much hatred there is, it's nothing.

(End of this chapter)