The Young Master Relies on His Beauty to Dominate the Entire System - Chap 392
Just looking at Qi Jinheng shyly and timidly for a few seconds, he turned his little head away with a whoosh, and walked out awkwardly on his sore calves.
The two were not far away, and Qi Jinheng could vaguely hear a few words complained by the other party in a low voice:
“Old man…”
“…Too shameless…”
Qi Jinheng was silent for a few seconds, and then strode after Jiang. Lolo’s footsteps.
The man who was still saying that he was always testing Jiang Luoluo during the day yesterday pursed his thin lips, looked at the young and immature young master with a very serious expression, and said in a deep voice:
“I am 30 years old this year.”
“No. I’m old.”
He swallowed the rest of the sentence without saying:
It’s just right for you.
A dark-colored Bugatti supercar drove out of Qi’s house and, under Jiang Luoluo’s guidance, went to Jiang Luoluo’s house in the city center.
Downstairs, Qi Jinheng watched without changing his expression as Jiang Luoluo took off his coat and put it on the passenger seat, then slowly got out of the car.
“Brother.”
He shouted softly, with water in his eyes.
Qi Jinheng stared at him quietly for a long time before speaking,
“Won’t you invite me to come up and sit down?”
Just as Jiang Luoluo was about to nod, the system’s voice sounded:
[Fang Zhichen is watching you upstairs. 】
The words in his mouth turned around, and the young master shook his head and firmly refused,
“I want to rest, brother.”
Qi Jinheng said nothing more.
Since morning, he had been rejected by Jiang Luoluo too many times, almost more than all the setbacks he had ever suffered in his life.
With his self-esteem being crushed repeatedly, Qi Jinheng glanced at him, turned around and left.
Jiang Luoluo walked up the stairs slowly. With a “ding”, the elevator opened the door and he saw Fang Zhichen standing at the door of his home.
Wearing a black leather jacket and sunglasses, his face has clear and smooth lines.
Now I am looking at myself with my arms folded.
Jiang Luoluo couldn’t see the other person’s expression, but he could guess what happened just now. He must have seen it all.
Jiang Luoluo raised his eyes and spoke first,
“What are you doing here?”
Fang Zhichen took off his sunglasses and looked at Jiang Luoluo with a complicated expression,
“I originally wanted to make you happy and call you “Dad” .”
“Jiang Luoluo…”
Fang Zhichen said “tsk”, his tone was inexplicably angry,
“Yesterday, you didn’t admit the wrong person.”
“You called Qi Jinheng husband on purpose.”
His tone was particularly determined and handsome. There was a look of confusion on his face, as if he was jealous:
“Does Qi Jinyu know?”
“How can you, a small body like yours, be able to serve the two brothers alone?”
Jiang Luoluo’s face turned red and white, and he held it in for a few seconds. Only then did he say,
“You are sick.”
Fang Zhichen’s Adam’s apple slipped, and he looked at Jiang Luoluo, who had been chasing behind his butt, with a look that was nourished by the clouds and rain, and his eyes almost turned red.
So after chasing myself for so long, I no longer like myself in the blink of an eye.
He thought the two brothers from the Qi family were pretty good, and they were in someone else’s bed in no time.
Thinking about how Qi Jinheng was staring straight at Jiang Luoluo just now, he felt annoyed.
Fang Zhichen took two steps forward. Not sure if it was because his expression was too fierce or something, but Jiang Luoluo actually took a step back.
Fang Zhichen’s face turned darker.
That little figure
