1113: C1113 Beggars

C1113 Beggars

Xue Xue'er deliberately did not explain. Ouyang Qing'an also did not chase after her to ask. He just continued to eat.

When it was night time to sleep, Ouyang Qing'an still remembered what she said during dinner. Seeing that she did not say anything, he pressed her to the side of the closet.

"What did that mean?"

He quietly stared into Xue Xue'er's eyes, and his voice was even lower and more magnetic.

"Nothing."

Xue Xue'er wanted to tease him, but her eyes moved his heart. She gently scratched his heart like a cat's paw.

"President Ouyang, when you mentioned Cheng Wanzhen and Faang Ruichen's blind date, did you get jealous of him?"

"No."

Ouyang Qing'an refused to admit it.

"Aiya, be more generous."

Xue Xue'er smiled and pushed his hand away. Her face rubbed against it gently.

"I'm not jealous, but the sour mood on the table was so bad that if I didn't eat some vinegar, I wouldn't be able to cover it up for you. Hmm? "

Qin Yali and Xu Fangya's eyes were bright and they understood what he said.

The more she said it, the more Ouyang Qing'an wanted to bully her.

Taking advantage of her carelessness, he knocked her down onto the bed.

"Jealous?"

The smile on his face was cold as it approached her face.

Their gazes met in the air, creating intense sparks.

"I told you, don't think so much. I only mentioned an old friend and felt a little emotional. That's all."

"An old friend."

Xue Xue'er's finger cut across his chest. Her eyes were even more alluring, as if she could see through his heart.

"Whether you are an old friend or a jealous one, you know it clearly in your heart."

Hiss.

Ouyang Qing'an sucked in a breath of cold air.

This was going against the topic of jealousy, right?

He frowned and carefully looked Xue Xue'er up and down. He thought for a while and suddenly pressed his body down.

Their lips suddenly collided and as the hot steam rose, all of their fantasies disappeared.

In the room full of spring light, Ouyang Qing'an's familiar low and deep voice sounded.

"Don't think too much, I'm not jealous of her."

He only mentioned his old friend and had a strange feeling.

Xue Xue'er smiled and was immersed in his enthusiasm. She did not think too much about it.1

The next afternoon, Ouyang Qing'an picked Xue Xue'er up from work as usual and went home.

When the car drove to the commercial street, Xue Xue'er suddenly shouted.

"Stop the car."

Ouyang Qing'an stopped the car by the side of the road. He followed her line of sight and saw a stall selling masks.

The masks on it were very beautiful. There was also a headpiece specially made for masks, which attracted people's attention.

Ouyang Qing'an knew that Xue Xue'er liked this kind of little thing, so he accompanied her to buy it.

"This one."

Xue Xue'er chose the mask and was about to leave when she turned her head and frowned.

She saw a familiar face.

Not far from the mask stall, Yang Zhenzhen was sitting on the ground with messy hair and clothes covering her body. Her face was filthy and she looked battered and exhausted.

"Why is she like this?"

Xue Xue'er still remembered the last time she saw Yang Xiong, he proudly said that she was going to marry a rich merchant.

"You brought this upon yourself. You cannot live."

Ouyang Qing'an said lightly and pulled Xue Xue'er back into the car.

The car door closed. He silently looked at the figure getting further and further away in the rearview mirror and then explained to Xue Xue'er.

"That rich businessman has a wife. We were just playing around with her. After the relationship between the two was known by the rich businessman's wife, he easily found someone to take care of her."

"He originally depended on his wife to make a fortune. He did not dare to disobey his wife's orders. After Yang Zhenzhen was thrown out, Yang Xiong did not want her anymore. He was afraid that the rich merchant's wife would take revenge on him."

After being beaten and tortured by the rich merchant's wife, and being abandoned by the rich merchant, his father did not care anymore. Yang Zhenzhen's life could only be like this.

Xue Xue'er fell silent.

Thinking of the figure she saw just now, her eyes were as still as stagnant water. Her entire person was like a beggar immersed in dead silence. She silently closed her eyes.

"You deserve it."

"Yes, but Yang Xiong isn't any better."

Ouyang Qing'an continued to drive, his voice cold to the bone.

"He is going to die."

When he finished speaking, Xue Xue'er suddenly widened her eyes. She could not believe it.

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