good morning little runaway wife

Chapter 343 Nakedly Ignored

Chang'an Hotel, smoke spread.

Compared with the beautiful spring scenery on the 29th floor of Red, here, there have been repeated wars, and the smell of gunpowder is full.

Situ Qing and Shisan were sitting there, their eyes seemed to be covered with nails.

Walls sat over there, with the knife and fork in his hand moving freely in the plate, as if it was an art, cutting the fork naturally, as if the two people on the opposite side did not exist at all.

His naturalness and inner peace made the two people sitting across from him a little impatient.

If the knife and fork in Situ Qing's hand was a bit cruel, it would have directly stuck in Walls' eyeball.

However, it's not that easy now. The brothers Joyce and Ximoxige next to them are not vegetarians.

Situ Qing gave Joyce a cold look, moved her fingers, and made a gesture to release a hidden weapon.

Unexpectedly, Joyce ignored him and stood there.

Suddenly, there was another naked feeling of being ignored.

Situ Qing dismissed it again.

Thirteen was calm, sitting there, looking at Walls from time to time, and taking a sip of wine from time to time.

"Qingqing, if you don't like this kind of steak, I'll ask someone to give it to you..." Walls grinned, looked at Situ Qing and smiled, and was interrupted before he could finish speaking gently.

"Did you call me Qingqing? Don't get close to me!" Situ Qing interrupted sharply, and she rolled her eyes by the way.

Damn, Walls, who are you, don't try to get close to me, my old lady doesn't like you at all.

"Okay, Miss Situ, if you don't like the steak, I can ask my chef to change it for you." Walls shrugged helplessly.

"It's absolutely unnecessary. Looking at a person like you, I can't eat any delicious food." Situ Qing waved her hand and looked at Walls. If it weren't for those three people beside her, Situ Qing would have already made a move. Is he his own brother? Besides, what if he is his own brother.

Don't worry, she doesn't even recognize her relatives!

"Hehe, I remember when I was young, you often followed my ass, asking me for things..."

"court death!"

Walls hadn't finished speaking with a smile when he was forced to stop by the dart thrown by Situ Qing.

Immediately, the faces of the three people standing aside immediately darkened, and Walls remained equally composed.

Looking at Walls' eyes, none of the three dared to attack Situ Qing. Although they were all on the same level, Situ Qing was also Walls' younger sister.

When they first heard the news, they were really shocked, including Joyce. Joyce knew that Situ Qing had an older brother, but she didn't know that Situ Qing had more than one older brother.

"Walth, I warn you, I'm not your sister, don't mention the past!" Situ Qing immediately roared and stood up.

The whole body was trembling with anger. When she heard that Walls was her brother, she was already extremely angry. Now seeing the man standing in front of him and talking to her, Situ Qing was even more angry. Brother, no man can look at her with that kind of eyes.

"Miss Situ, why worry? If you really believe that you have nothing to do with me, why are you so angry?" Wallace stood up with a smile, walked behind Situ Qing, and pulled Situ Qing's stool in a gentlemanly manner, motioning him to sit down. Down.

Situ Qing had a cold face, turned her head, looked at Walls, her tone was full of coldness, and then said: "Wals, don't think that I don't know what you want to do if you don't tell me! Don't think that you are my elder brother , I will not kill you!"

"Hmm, I never thought that the number one killer of a terrorist organization would not kill me because I was her elder brother. On the contrary, you should hate this elder brother to death in your heart!" Walls chuckled and patted Situ Qing's shoulder.

"Hmph, it's good that you know, I came here today, I'm just reminding you, if you are still so ignorant, I can't guarantee how long you can live!" Situ Qing sneered, glanced at Walls, casually sat down.

In fact, her purpose of coming here today is by no means that simple, but seeing the three of them standing in West Moxi Pavilion and Joyce, no sensible person would fight recklessly.

Situ Qing has fought against Ximo and Joyce. She understands Joyce's methods. It is difficult for one person to deal with Joyce, let alone the other two.

The three of them went up together, and she and 13 would definitely have a hard time walking around today.

He wouldn't do this kind of thing, let Walls fill his hands with ease.

"Miss Su, what's the matter? Is the food to your liking?" Walls was tactful, and instead of continuing to make trouble in front of Situ Qing, he turned his attention to Shisan in a blink of an eye.

"Hmm, I heard that you invited the chefs of the Chang'an Hotel from Italy. Of course, they are good. Can the food prepared by the three-star Michelin chef be bad?" Thirteen shook his shoulders, as if he didn't bother to answer Hua's question. Ernes question.

"Well, that's right. If you don't play well at Villa Situ, I'd rather give you my chef." Walls chuckled, as if he was flattering his younger sister and younger brother, but he was extremely vicious in his heart.

"You really don't think of yourself as an outsider!" Situ Qing said blandly, wiped her mouth with a tablecloth, and stood up.

Without saying a word, he glanced at Thirteen and walked out.

She knew in her heart that even Walls didn't dare to make any moves.

"Why didn't you just do it directly?" Out of the Chang'an Hotel, Shisan breathed a sigh of relief. The atmosphere inside was so weird that she couldn't speak.

"A good man doesn't suffer from immediate losses. It's not like you don't know about the two brothers in Ximo Xige." Situ Qing pressed the elevator and said casually.

"Hmm, is it because they are too powerful, or do you have other ideas?" Shisan looked at Situ Qing with a smirk.

"How could there be any thoughts!" Situ Qing's eyes were very firm.

Although she was laughing and joking on weekdays and liked to tease handsome guys, her heart was already dead.

Everyone should be like this. After loving someone deeply, once the heart is hurt, it is difficult to wake up again.

After being seriously injured, it is difficult to trust anyone again because of the sense of security.

The sense of security is the most important thing, the first to bear the brunt, without a sense of security, where does love come from?

At the entrance of Chang'an Hotel, Yang Haoming's Cadillac had just stopped when Situ Qing saw it.

"The culprit is here!" Situ Qing said in a deep voice, and walked out with 13 and two people with their heads held high.

Yang Haoming got out of the car and lowered his head, he didn't find the two people, he was walking as if nothing happened, when he got up the steps, someone blocked him.

Only then did she raise her head, and Situ Qing and 13 stood in front of Yang Haoming with their arms folded.

"Oh, what a coincidence, isn't this reporter Yang?" Situ Qing stared at Yang Haoming with a smile on her glistening face.

Situ Qing, who was wearing a leather jacket, looked full of murderous looks at the moment, and had a kind of glamorous beauty.

"Oh, what a coincidence, this is not the number one killer in the world, the signboard of a terrorist organization, Situ Qing." Yang Haoming didn't panic at all, staring at Situ Qing, and replied bluntly.

"It's not someone from Wall Street. I like him who is so cultivated!" Situ Qing put a hand on Yang Haoming's shoulder, with a teasing tone.

Immediately, this movement was made, and somewhere behind him, there was a stern look cast over, and that person clasped their hands together and made a sound.

"Should I call you the number one killer in the world? Or Miss Situ?" On the contrary, Yang Haoming showed a look of disdain even though he was molested, and looked at Situ Qing in a ruffian manner.

"I prefer people who are not familiar with me to call me by my first name, Reporter Yang." Situ Qing snorted coldly, put down her hand, and said the last address with some sarcasm.

She has long known what Yang Haoming is like, a mercenary villain who is willing to do anything for money and fame.

Back then, if it wasn't for Yang Haoming, she and Joyce wouldn't be where they are now, and the old witch wouldn't be so forceful that they should be separated. All of this is due to Yang Haoming.

"You're not still blaming me for that matter, are you?" Yang Haoming laughed, looked at Situ Qing, and said with the corners of his lips curled up.

"Hmm, do you think this lady is so narrow-minded that she will care about that matter until now?" Situ Qing snorted coldly, she had already taken out the hidden weapon in her hand, but she didn't make a move.

In fact, everything should be instigated by Walls. A profit-seeking person like Yang Haoming would not do such thankless things if he had no money, and he might even die directly.

Back then, Walls and the old witch were already incompatible. A gangster organization and a terrorist organization could not tolerate each other.

Walls happened to fall in love with Joyce, and he also knew that everyone in the terrorist organization strictly talks about love, and it is strictly forbidden to have sexual desires, because that would delay things the most, so Walls thought of letting Yang Haoming Come.

Successfully let the old witch know the relationship between her and Joyce, and then made Joyce extremely unhappy, and finally abandoned her.

However, after so many years, Situ Qing's feelings for Joyce have long since faded away.

Even if Joyce came to ask for peace now, she would not be moved in the slightest. What she hates the most is betrayal, no matter who it is!

Back then, Situ Hua sent her to the United States regardless of everything, and when she was lonely, Situ Qing hated that kind of life, hated that kind of life without a sense of security.

After finally having a support, he was pulled away alive, and was insulted by Walls.

Now, it's time for her to take revenge. She will pay double for everything that happened before. She wants Situ Hua and Situ Tong to live a life that is worse than death.