I Really Don't Want to Be the Protagonist

Taihe District.

On Liang Ruoxue's cell phone, there are two shadows of heads.

"Sister, me, do you want to call and ask Brother Qing Hai?"

Liang Ruoxue's face was tangled, and she asked Tang Wu in a low voice.

Tang Wu looked at the good morning message sent by Shi Qinghai on her mobile phone, with a blank expression on her face, and said: "It's okay, we'll wait for him here, and we'll see where he has been since last night until now when we meet. .”

"Oh, alright."

"Sister, let me cook the porridge first, do you want porridge?"

Tang Wu silently put away her phone and said, "It's all fine."

"it is good!"

Liang Ruoxue squinted her eyes and smiled, then jumped into the kitchen.

For her, cooking porridge and stir-frying vegetables is a skill she learned ten years ago.

Taking out two rural eggs from the refrigerator, and a handful of water spinach and peanuts, Liang Ruoxue began her cooking demonstration.

Tang Wu looked at Liang Ruoxue who was busy in the kitchen alone, hesitated for a while, and chose to go up to help her.

Soon.

"Ping ping pong!"

Tang Wu blushed slightly, and said, "Sorry, it slipped."

"It's okay, sister, leave it alone, I'll clean it up later." Liang Ruoxue put the oil on the hot pot, turned her head and said to Tang Wu.

"it is good."

Tang Wu nodded in agreement, and wanted to clean up the glass scum by herself, but thinking that it might be a waste of help later, she chose to wash the vegetables.

After a while.

"Ping ping pong!"

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Donghai, the suburbs.

A stretch of old-fashioned buildings swept across half of the mountainside. The originally lush and green trees were covered with thin snow, and the cold wind blew past, and the black tiled eaves were filled with wind and snow, which was quite a breath of ancient history.

In the middle of this old-fashioned building complex, a middle-aged man with a Chinese character face stood in an antique study room, looking at the scattered snowflakes drifting outside the window sill, with a calm expression, as if he was thinking about something.

He didn't speak for a long time.

After a while, the butler behind the middle-aged man finally couldn't hold on any longer, and said, "Patriarch, you are not in good health recently, and you have just recovered from a cold. Pay attention to your health!"

Qin Chongguang nodded lightly, closed the window, and said, "How is that girl Xintian?"

"Patriarch, since eight o'clock last night, we have lost news from Qin Luoyang. I took the initiative to call twice, but no one answered the phone, and the phone was turned off."

After finishing speaking, the old butler bowed his head deeply, waiting for Qin Chongguang's answer.

Qin Chongguang sat back on the chair, stretched out his right middle finger and tapped lightly on the mahogany tabletop, the emerald green emerald ring on the middle finger shone with a stern light this winter.

"Luo Yang used to work under me. He didn't drink, smoke, or touch bars. He has perseverance and perseverance. He is a good seed."

"No matter what the situation is, it's impossible for him not to send any message all night, let alone he knows how much I value Xintian."

Qin Chongguang gently blew on the blue and white porcelain water cup, the fragrance of tea was overflowing, he took a sip, and said: "Then if such a thing happens, it means that Luo Yang is dead."

The voice of this sentence has a rare fluctuation, which proves that Qin Chongguang is not as calm as he looks on the surface.

The old housekeeper said nothing. In this warm study room, his clothes were quickly soaked with sweat.

"Patriarch, what should we do?"

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"For us, we don't have any evidence to point out that Luo Yang was killed by that girl Xintian."

"But the opposite is also true. Now Xintian has lost her bodyguard, so even if something happens to her, it has nothing to do with our Qin family."

"Let the old Taoist go. The old Taoist has been in seclusion for almost ten years, and it's time to see the outside world."

After hearing these words, a hesitant look flashed across the old housekeeper's face.

"Patriarch, are you going to bring Miss Qin back?"

Qin Chongguang lowered his head, took a sip of tea, and said lightly: "Break your hands and legs, and push them back."

Originally, he wanted to use the method of imprisonment to slowly erode Qin Xintian's power over the years, but when he thought of the woman's paranoid attitude like a madman, Qin Chongguang gave up this idea again.

How can such a woman control herself?

Leaving Fushi means that all her contacts with her will be lowered to a lower level.

And using this short and precious time, under certain conditions, you can achieve many unexpected results!

"Forget it, let the old man kill her directly, and keep things secret."

Qin Chongguang simply thought about it and made a decision.