Spear Teacher

This birthday banquet ended in an extremely dishonorable way.

Except for Jiang Shifeng and the eldest son Jiang Heng who were still seeing off the guests, all the Jiang family members left early.

Jiang Qiyu did not suffer any loss. She gave a mecha chariot and turned around to take the half bottle of Feitian Moutai left on the table.

Just as she was waiting for the designated driver downstairs with the Moutai worth more than gold in her arms, a sinister voice suddenly came from behind her:

"What is your purpose?"

"!!!"

This sudden sentence scared her so much that she almost dropped the bottle.

Jiang Qiyu turned around and met Lu Heng's sinister eyes without any surprise.

She rolled her eyes and asked instead:

"Who are you? What is your purpose in coming to Earth?"

"You..."

Lu Heng choked for a moment, then continued to look at her with cold eyes:

"Jiang Qiyu, no matter what you do, you can't attract my attention. No matter what your plan is, I advise you not to take advantage of me again."

"..."

After hearing his brainstem-defective words, Jiang Qiyu was speechless for a while, and even couldn't find the right words to answer for a while.

She could only frown and say with disdain:

"If you have the conditions, go find an old Chinese doctor to treat you. I don't think Western medicine can cure you."

"Hmph!"

Lu Heng didn't get angry but laughed. He took a step forward and approached her, trying to use the height difference between the two to give Jiang Qiyu a sense of oppression. His tone was also an undisguised threat:

"Before, you could threaten me with the engagement. Now Uncle Jiang has announced in public that you are being kicked out of the Jiang family. You treated Mian Mian like this today. Even if I don't do anything, do you think your three cousins ​​will let you go?"

" What? "

As they got closer, the perfume on Lu Heng's body gave her a headache. Jiang Qiyu slowly took a step back, but her momentum did not diminish at all:

"They are going to find someone to assassinate me?"

"Do you think that after you became famous today, no one will be able to deal with you in the future?"

Seeing her disapproving face, Lu Heng shook his head:

"Jiang Heng also has a lot of connections in the entertainment industry, plus the influence of the Jiang family in City A, as long as he speaks, do you think you will still have a movie to shoot in the future?"

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Qiyu's expression froze instantly.

Seeing this, Lu Heng naturally thought that she realized the seriousness of the matter. Just as he was about to open his mouth to force her to hand over the recording, he heard her frowning and looking at him with a weird expression:

"How do you know I don't plan to continue filming?"

Jiang Qiyu is a person who not only has few advantages, but also has many disadvantages.

Singing out of tune, dancing with a twist, and acting easily laughs.

In her previous life, she didn't have the money to be an extra in a film crew. Among all the quiet corpses, she was the only one whose shoulders twitched with joy, like a zombie about to mutate.

So, she didn't plan to continue filming from the beginning.

She wasn't that ambitious, and she would stay in the entertainment industry as long as she could, and if she couldn't make it, she would just run away.

Jiang Qiyu's life motto is three concise sentences:

"I can't die."

"It's good to die."

"Then don't live."

She used to dare to slam the table on the spot when she owed 800 yuan on Huabei, so why would she be afraid of the Jiang family tripping her up now?

Besides, hasn't Lu Heng, the idiot, tripped her up enough in the past?

She looked at Lu Heng with a look of idiocy, and when she was about to turn away from him, her arm was suddenly clamped tightly by him.

Lu Heng was afraid of the recording in her hand, so he used a lot of force and said in a fierce tone:

"You'd better hand over the recording, otherwise I will not let you off easily!"

"Yeah,"

Jiang Qiyu just nodded seriously, "Anything else you want to say? I can just cut your first-hand audio source into a ghost video and sell it to fans."

"You..."

Realizing that she might still be recording, Lu Heng silently gritted his teeth, but the strength of holding her arm unconsciously weakened a bit.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded behind him:

"Tsk tsk, big cities have a lot of news. Attending a banquet can not only see the gossip of wealthy families, but even actors are doing a Renaissance?"

While speaking, Qi Yu took three or two steps with his long legs to the middle of the two.

The big hand tightly grasped the wrist with an absolutely strong attitude, forcing him to let go.

Then he looked at Jiang Qiyu in surprise, and then at Lu Heng:

"Isn't this Mr. Lu? This is..."

Jiang Qiyu still held the bottle tightly in one hand, shook his arm, and began to talk nonsense seriously:

"He was angry because his courtship was not accepted, and he might fight with me. I was just about to lie on the ground and watch the car."

"Jiang Qiyu! Stop talking nonsense!"

Lu Heng growled as if warning, then clenched his fists and looked at Qi who suddenly intervened.Yu:

"What does Qi Shao mean?"

Qi Yu shrugged:

"Nothing, just a token of appreciation, you know what I mean?"

"Pfft..."

Jiang Qiyu was amused by his idiotic appearance, crooked eyes and quietly approached, lowering his voice:

"Thank you, Meaning Man."

Qi Yu didn't mind being given a nickname, nodded to confirm his identity:

"It's nothing."

And the two people who wanted to talk about business beside him were so angry that their faces turned green.

Finally, he looked at Jiang Qiyu deeply, snorted coldly, and turned away.

Jiang Qiyu waved his fist at his angry back, but just shook it twice, and his tightly clenched hand was slapped lightly by someone.

"Why did you hit me?"

Qi Yu didn't answer, and then raised his leg and walked out.

"Hey (↗)"

The person who was left behind chased after him without thinking: "Yiyixia, wait for me."

The man was tall and had long legs, so she had to jog to catch up with him after a few steps.

Jiang Qiyu hurried to catch up with him, but before she could speak, she heard Qi Yu's cold voice:

"What do you think your chances of winning against Lu Heng are?"

As soon as he said this, she immediately understood the meaning, and while trying to keep up with him, she laughed awkwardly:

"Don't look at Lu Heng, that guy, who is tall and strong, but the muscles of stars like them are all gained by eating protein powder, and they are all dead muscles that can't be used."

"Oh?"

Hearing her say this, Qi Yu simply stopped and crossed his arms, looking at her and slightly raised his eyebrows:

"What do you mean?"

"For example, if he punches me, I die, but I still don't accept it."

"......You really deserve to die."

Qi Yu smiled at her unhappily, and then turned and left without warning.

"Hey, hey, hey..."

Jiang Qiyu continued to follow him shamelessly, and found a ready-made topic:

"What about you? How is your winning rate compared with him?"

The man paused, and then answered lightly:

"I'll be 100% against him."

"100%? Who's 100% and who's 90%?"

"I'll be 100% and he'll be 90%."

"So humble? It's not like you?"

Faced with her doubts, Qi Yu just curled his lips slightly, and his low and dry voice was sent into her ears by the gentle night breeze:

"One punch from me, and he'll die."