The Queen of Gossip

Before she could say anything, a tall figure suddenly appeared behind Su Wanqing, covering her head with a big hand, and snatched away the pink pendant cell phone.

"What are you doing?" Huang's voice was bone-chillingly cold, he grabbed her shoulders with his big hands, turned her body, his face was gloomy and terrifying, "Who allowed you to run around, who allowed you to make phone calls privately? "

Su Wanqing's face turned pale, she didn't expect this guy to find herself so quickly.

"Can't I just call my mother?" She asked angrily.

"Not now!" Huang looked unhappy, and threw the phone into the hand of the girl next to him.

The enthusiastic girl looked at them in surprise, and when she opened the call log, a look of anger appeared on her face.

She raised her head and growled angrily at Su Wanqing: "Hey, I told you, I kindly lent you my mobile phone, but you actually made an international long distance call, why are you like this!"

Su Wanqing's face turned pale again, and she was powerless to refute, so she could only apologize in shame: "I'm sorry..."

"Is it enough to just say I'm sorry? What about the international long-distance calls to China, aren't you cheating?" The girl was straightforward and angry.

Although Huang was angry in his heart, he couldn't see others yelling at Saori, so he leaned forward and protected her behind him.

"How much is it, I will pay you ten times." He stared coldly at the snarling girl in front of him, with displeasure in his black eyes.

With just one glance, the girl was overwhelmed by the tall and gloomy ice cube man in front of her, her lips turned pale, and she wanted to say something, but the complaint reached her throat, and she swallowed it abruptly.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Huang took out his leather armor, pulled out a stack of cash, stuffed it into the girl's hand, then hugged Su Wanqing, and left without looking back.

The girl looked at the countless banknotes in her hand, with a look of joy on her face, and while putting them in her pocket, she muttered: "It's great to be rich, hmph."

Su Wanqing was forcibly held by Xing Yehuang, and she returned to the maple tree. She kept struggling with her shoulders, but she couldn't get rid of his restraint.

"Don't move around, I'm in a bad mood right now." Huang warned coldly.

Su Wanqing stared at him fiercely, and said angrily: "Are you in a bad mood? No matter how bad your mood is, is it as bad as mine?!"

She was forced to sit down on the soft cushion by him, her cheeks puffed up with anger.

The grilled meat on the rack was already dark and smelled of burnt food.

"Hoshino Huang, what did you do before you took me out of Japan?" Su Wanqing couldn't help but wanted to ask.

"Why did my mother say that I was in Italy, why did she say that I lost my memory, and Xichen, what happened to Xichen?"

She grabbed his arm and looked him in the eye.

"I don't know." Huang shook her arm impatiently, "Don't ask me."

"You lie, you know." Su Wanqing refused to let go, grabbed his arm again, and asked forcefully, "Mom said I was a fake, what does it mean?"

"You're a little unconscious, I'll take you back." Huang said with a cold face, trying to get up.

Su Wanqing held him tightly, refused to relax, and asked anxiously: "If I'm a fake, then who am I really..."

When he said this, a light flashed in Su Wanqing's mind, his whole expression froze, and he stood still in place.