Priceless Sweet Wife: Kiss Goodbye

While Qing Er was looking at the Chinese painting teacher in astonishment, her ice-cold eyes were also looking at her.

She suddenly felt a chill in her heart. In her memory, he seemed to want revenge, and at that time, he said that he would not take revenge and would not leave. It had already been six years, could it be that he had already taken revenge?

Or had he been repaired by the FBI and was now seeking revenge?

Looking at his ice-cold gaze, Qing'er felt that her second thought was more reliable.

There was really a feeling of hatred in that gaze.

Her mind kept thinking about how they had met, to the point that Qing Er didn't hear his words. Even when he called her name, she was still in a daze.

It wasn't until everyone was looking at her that she was awakened from her memories.

In just a single lesson, Qing'er felt as though she was in a dream. For some inexplicable reason, she had been appointed as her teacher's assistant.

Listening to her classmates' envious voices, Qing'er had a bad premonition, but did he really have to go through so much trouble to find her?

Because of Long Yan, Qing'er was absent-minded for the whole day. There were only two classes in the afternoon, so Qing'er went home early.

But dad, Mommy isn't here. Qing'er was a bit annoyed, he thought for a bit, and actually searched for information on the Dragon Flame.

But hell, she'd fought for hours, and there was nothing to be found but a plain, plain resume showing that he was a graduate of the Central Academy of Fine Arts, and if it was true, his family should have done a lot of work. Why did he study painting instead of doing business like her brother and Joseph?

Hearing the footsteps outside the door, Qing'er turned off the computer.

"Darling, how do you feel about your first day of school?"

So it was his father's.

"Dad, do you know that Long Xin's group is an electronic one?"

Qing'er thought of her father's face and asked.

"I really don't know him. What, what do you want to know?" "Maybe your uncle will know. How about I help you make a call?"

"No, it's nothing. It's just that today, we had a teacher with the surname Long who looked pretty good. My classmate said that his family was very powerful, so I asked him about it."

That night, Qing'er had a dream. She dreamt that the dragon flame had been brutally repaired by the FBI. The bloody dragon crawled to her feet and glared at her with that murderous look. Then, she woke up from the dream.

After Qing'er was at a loss for a week, she realized that Long Yan was not looking for her, so she forgot all about it.

In a blink of an eye, it was the National Day holiday. Joseph was busy with the company, so he did not have time to accompany him, while his parents followed him abroad, leaving her alone at home.

Qing wanted to go to America and see her brother, and her old friend the FBI, and Brand the bad guy, but she didn't want to go.

She planned to spend the first day of her vacation in bed. She didn't get up until noon, but Aunt Lan knocked on her door.

"Qing'er, have you woken up? There's a man looking for you."

"Ugh …" "Aunt Lan, who disturbed my good dream?"

Qing'er, who was wearing Snow White's pajamas and had her long hair draped over her shoulders, walked outside and asked.

"That mister said his surname is Long and he's your teacher. Do you want to meet him?"

Aunt Lan asked, looking at Qing'er's sleepy eyes.

"Teacher, Long Yan, oh my god, why did he come to my house?"

The drowsiness that Qing'er had finally managed to cultivate disappeared in an instant.

"Qing'er, do you want to meet?"

Aunt Lan closed the door and faced the door as she watched Qing'er go back to her room.

Three minutes later, the refreshing Qing Er came out.

"Aunt Lan, is he still there?"

Qing'er asked, catching up to Lan.

"It should be …"

"Teacher Long, if you want to visit home, you should at least make a phone call, right?" "My parents aren't here at this time of the year."

Qing'er, who was downstairs, saw Long Yan sitting on the sofa, leisurely drinking tea. She then shook her hair and pouted as she said.

"I'm looking for you, Wen Qing."

Long Yan emphasized the two words' Wen Qing '.

"Looking for revenge?" I don't remember offending you.

Qing'er poured herself a cup of juice and lazily sat across from Long Yan.

"Looks like you haven't forgotten. I didn't expect that after six years, you would grow into a great beauty. How about you act as a tour guide for teacher during today's holidays?"

Long Yan stood up. There was no smile on his face, as if Qing Er owed him.

"Originally, I wanted to take a vacation at home, but since teacher has ordered it, how could I dare to disobey."

Qing'er also sat up, smiling as she responded.

"I'm calling you teacher? Or do I call you Dragon Flame? "

After getting on the carriage, Qing'er looked at Long Yan and asked.

The elegance of the dragon flame was different from that of Lance and Joseph. Lance's coldness was the coldness of everything. Joseph was gentle in front of her, but he was ruthless in front of others. As for the dragon flame, it was a coldness that hated everything in the world.

Could it be that she had some sort of special fate with Leng Ying?

"Wen Qing, I only became a teacher because of you."

Long Yan's cold expression made Qing'er especially 'feel' when he heard him. If it was anyone else speaking, they would definitely take it as a joke.

It sounded like Long Yan was talking about revenge.

"You can't blame it all on me, can you? Who told you to choose the time so quickly, and …"

"I didn't say it was because of that incident. Wen Qing, look at my eyes, don't you think there's anything special about them?"

The car had already stopped and Long Yan had already turned around to face Qing'er. Qing'er couldn't see his eyes that were like black holes.

Seeing Qing Er shake her head, Long Yan became really angry. She had practiced this look for a long time, but she couldn't tell. It was no wonder that the boy from the mafia couldn't catch up to her after chasing her for so long.

"Then you remember what you said yourself?"

Long Yan sat up straight, his pitch-black pupils regaining their coldness.

"Did I say that? I've said a lot, can you be more clear about it? "

Facing this Long Yan who was speaking in such a tongueless manner, Qing'er was truly troubled.

"You said that when you grow up, you would queue up to chase you."

Long Yan was sure that Qing'er would not remember what he had said at that time, so he modified it a little.

Ah!" Did I say that?

Did she say that six years ago? At that time, she was only twelve years old. Would she choose 'Uncle'?

"Of course, all these years, I've always remembered that I would never have come to China at this time."

Looking at the 'gentle' smile on Long Yan's lips, Qing'er felt a chill run down her spine.

He really wasn't suitable for laughing. When he smiled, it was too terrifying. It seemed that there were some people that were not born to laugh.

"You … Long Yan, can you stop joking around? "

"Do I look like I'm joking? Do you think anyone would turn down their CEO and come to teach in poverty? "

Long Yan got out of the car, walked to the other side, and said as he opened the car door.

"Hehe, Teacher Long, Uncle, you're too funny. Although I was in the wrong, you shouldn't have been so careful."

Qing Er giggled. She couldn't take Long Yan's words seriously.

Could it be that his luck with the peach blossoms after 18 had come? First was Joseph, and now was Uncle Longyan that he had only met once. Then tomorrow, the day after, would there be more people that he would not have expected?

"Wen Qing, you can refuse, but you cannot laugh at me. From today onwards, I will definitely pursue you."

Qing'er really didn't expect him to be so domineering. His feet weren't even steady, and he was dragged into Qing'er's embrace by the inertia.

"Uncle, you can …"

"Dragon Flame."

The dragon flames violently wrapped around Qing'er's waist. Through the snow-white blouse, Qing'er could feel the calluses on his fingers. He didn't seem like a leader of a company.

"Alright, Long Yan, can you not be so domineering? First of all, I am very clear that you are not my type. Moreover, you are a teacher, and I am a student. So, let's end this joke here."

Qing'er pressed her hand against Long Yan's chest, trying to pull the distance between the two of them.

His pursuit was too funny, and this made Qing'er very depressed.

First, Joseph forced her to marry, and then, with the help of Longyan, couldn't there be a more normal man in the store next to her?

"Wen Qing, I'm serious. I want you to become a Dragon Lady and …"

The dragon flame changed to Qing'er's arm, leaving out the rest of her words.

"I admire you. Teacher Long, let's go. I'm a tour guide today. I won't be angry no matter how much you mess around."

From the beginning to the end, Qing'er had treated Long Yan's words as a joke, even to the point of being crazy.

Other than the first day, Long Yan didn't say anything else. Every time Qing'er calmed down to look at him, she would find that he was sizing her up, but his eyes were a bit contradictory. Qing'er would stick out her tongue and make a face at him every time.

"Teacher Long, after the seven days of vacation, this tour guide's mission has been completed. Can we discuss a matter?"

After seven days of being together, Qing'er understood that Long Yan could be considered to have put his words like gold to the extreme. Aside from the first day in the carriage, he didn't say more than ten words a day after that.

At this moment, he could only use his eyes to look at Qing Er, waiting for her to continue.

Can you spare my assistant's work? You should know me very well, I'm only studying fine arts for fun, I don't want to become a family, and I don't rely on this to find a job. So, if you want to find an assistant, you have to find a hard-working one, and if you need one, you can always give me some money.

Qing'er smiled.

"I only know you."

"Everyone is your student. Moreover, it's been a week, you should remember it already. Change it, change it."

Qing'er tried very hard to scoop all the dishes into the bowl.

"No."

"Qing'er, is this a new friend of yours?"

Qing'er was lapping her horse when someone walked up behind her. They glared at Long Yan with hostility.

"Josef, why are you here?"

Qing'er was surprised to hear Joseph's voice. This was an ordinary restaurant. Why would Joseph come here?

"Come for dinner. Qing'er, who is this mister? Won't you introduce us? "

Joseph had been searching for Qing Er for days, but he hadn't found anyone. If it weren't for Aunt Lan telling him, he wouldn't have known that Qing Er had been accompanying this man for the past seven days.

"This is my friend Joseph, and this is my teacher, Longyan?"

Qing pulled Joseph to a seat beside her.

"Hello, Teacher Long."

Joseph extended his hand, but the dragon's flame responded.

The two men looked at each other, and Joseph immediately sensed that familiar aura. He had a strong premonition that this person was not friendly.

"Teacher Long is already very cool. Joseph, have you not taken a break these past few days?"

Qing'er felt awkward, but this time Joseph came and immediately started chatting.

"No, I was busy at the beginning."

Long Yan looked at the man and woman sitting across from him, then lowered his head to drink the soup.

He had a great deal to say about Joseph and Qing'er, but they didn't know him, and from Joseph's eyes, he was afraid he would start looking for him when he left the restaurant.

But he wasn't worried at all. Not even the FBI would be able to find out about him, let alone the Mafia in Europe.