Quick Pass Cannon Fodder Slag Manual

Chapter 2
"What are you coming at me for, what are you bullying Wen Qi for!"

Zhu Zijue glared at Yan Qing angrily, thinking that Yan Qing was his father-killing enemy if he didn't know it.

But when Zhu Zijue said this, many people covered their mouths and laughed.

There were quite a few women present, and no one would like a mistress.

And if a mistress dared to hang around in front of the main room, wouldn't that mean sticking out her face and being beaten.

No matter what Yan Qing and the others did to this mistress, no one would say that they were wrong, at most, it was because the young man couldn't hold his breath.

On such an occasion, Zhu Zijue protected Xiaosan against his girlfriend, and if he couldn't make it through tonight, he would be a joke in the whole circle.

"Come on, this one, uh, Miss Wenqi, can you tell me what happened between us just now? Huh?"

Yan Qing still looked at Wen Qi with a smile on her face, but Wen Qi felt chilly all over, and her hairs stood on end when Yan Qing saw her.

"Wen Qi, don't be afraid, tell me boldly how she bullied you!" Zhu Zijue said loudly to Wen Qi.

However, Wen Qi faltered for a long time, but didn't come out with a word.

"Miss Wen Qi, if you don't say it, then I will."

Wen Qi now regrets that she has nothing to do to provoke this young lady, she always feels that when Yan Qing calls her, the word "Miss" has a deep meaning.

Wen Qi felt that she was also very wronged. Didn't she just want to ask Yan Qing what kind of relationship she had with that Mr. Shen? Who would have thought that things would develop like this now.

And this Yan Qing is the same, why bother to hold on to her, she is obviously the one who didn't manage her boyfriend well, and she still blames herself for being a mistress.

Obviously she has been rejecting Zhu Zijue's pursuit all the time, and it was Zhu Zijue who brought her together.

Besides, being dumped by a man in public, how could this Yan Qing have the face to quarrel with herself at other people's banquets.

No wonder Zhu Zijue didn't like her, she really deserved it.

Yan Qing clearly saw the contempt in Wen Qi's eyes, she felt that this woman might have some brain problems, otherwise she would be a threesome, how could she look down on herself.

But what needs to be said has to be finished. No one wants her to take the blame for what Yan Qing has not done.

"You poked my waist from time to time and made me choke?"

Wen Qi nodded, and added: "But I have already apologized to you. I didn't mean it. I just have a few words that I want to talk to you alone."

"Then I'll tell you, I don't know you, so you can just say it here if you have something to say, right?"

Wen Qi bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, and nodded under everyone's gaze.

"Then, Miss Wenqi, can you also explain to me, just a few simple conversations, why are you crying?"

Yan Qing still had a good temper, and she seemed to be patiently trying to reason with Wen Qi.

"Impossible, how could she cry if you didn't do anything."

When Zhu Zijue said this, because Wen Qi didn't refute Yan Qing's words, he didn't have the confidence anymore.

Yan Qing tilted her head and smiled at him, then continued to say to Wen Qi, "Miss Wen Qi, can you tell us why you are crying?"

Being questioned by Yan Qing like this, Wen Qi's tears welled up in her eyes again, "I...I'm sorry...I just...I just saw you coughing so badly, I couldn't help it..."

Wen Qi cried again as she spoke, but this time her behavior made many people look at her like a joke.

Yan Qing clicked her tongue and said quietly, "I was so scared by you that I almost couldn't breathe. My ex-boyfriend is still holding you. I haven't been wronged yet. Why are you crying?"

"You can't say a few words!"

Zhu Zijue originally felt sorry for Yan Qing, but now that Wen Qi looked like she was about to faint from crying, she wondered why Yan Qing should be so aggressive.

Yan Qing put away the expression on her face, stared at Zhu Zijue for a few seconds, and when Zhu Zijue's calves were trembling, she smiled brightly at him again.

Under the light, Zhu Zijue's legs were so frightened that his teeth were so white that they could be advertised for toothpaste, and he almost sat on the ground.

But Yan Qing did not speak anymore, the housekeeper of the Shen family brought the family doctor over.

"My young master sees that you seem to have been injured, let me bring a doctor over to have a look." The old housekeeper said gently.

The excitement came and went quickly, and the people around were as if nothing had happened just now, what to do, it's just that there is another topic for chatting now.

Yan Qing ignored the sympathetic glances she cast from time to time, and sat on the chair while supporting her friend's hand.

Her ankle was red and swollen at the moment. When the doctor was examining her, the friends next to her gasped from time to time, as if they were the ones who were injured.

On the contrary, Yan Qing, the injured person, sat calmly on the chair, looked up and looked around.

His gaze stopped on a man in a suit standing on the second floor facing him.

The memory in her brain told her that this man full of abstinence was Mr. Shen, the young master of the Shen family, Shen He.

Yan Qing didn't know how long the man had watched the show, but she still accepted the man's kindness and thanked him with her mouth.

The man raised the wine glass in his hand to Yan Qing, nodded slightly, took a small sip, and then turned around to chat with the few people who came over.

Yan Qing was a little dazed, this Shen He seemed to have smiled at her, if the slightly raised corner of his mouth was considered a smile.

But what made Yan Qing stunned was not Shen He's good-looking smile, but she always felt that Mr. Shen was glowing, a very faint blue halo.

But when she wanted to take a closer look, the aperture disappeared again.

"Miss Yan is inconvenient to walk. You can rest at Shen's house for one night. The young master has already ordered a guest room on the third floor for you."

The butler was still so amiable, just making Yan Qing feel like he was looking at his new wife.

Yan Qing nodded, "Then I'll trouble you, I just happen to be a little tired now, and I want to rest for a while."

Shen He had made all the arrangements, and Yan Qing couldn't refuse, and she was also curious about what this President Shen, who had no connection with the original owner, wanted to do.

Yan Qing supported her friend's hand to stand up, and walked slowly behind the housekeeper.

She walked very steadily with every step. If you don't look carefully, it's hard to see that this is a person with a sprained foot.

After the butler brought Yan Qing to the guest room, she left. Yan Qing sat on a chair and replaced the pair of high-heeled shoes that could be used as a murder weapon.

"Qingqing, you actually know Boss Shen, oh my god, you are too good, I feel weak when I see him, and I dare not even fart."

There were only Yan Qing and that domineering young lady in the room, and the two of them relaxed instantly, and they had no scruples about speaking.

One was sitting on a chair with no image, grinning his teeth in pain, and the other was sitting cross-legged beside him, holding a piece of cake in his hand, and he didn't know when he brought it up.

"I don't know Mr. Shen well. He probably saw me as pitiful and kindly helped me..."

Before Yan Qing finished speaking, there was a knock on the door of the room.

(End of this chapter)