Fei Qian went crazy with anger and said without hesitation: "Let me tell you, the Lord doesn't like you at all. He will marry Sister Qing in the future. A country bumpkin like you should get away as far as you can..."

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"Fei Qian."

Liao Qingqing secretly thought it was bad and subconsciously wanted to stop it, but it was already too late.

Liu Zhenying raised his hand and smashed the half-drunk juice in his hand.

The glass fell to the ground, the cup shattered into pieces, and the swaying red liquid all stained Fei Qian's skirt.

She was so frightened that she exclaimed in a sharp voice: "Are you crazy? How dare you spill wine all over me?"

As she spoke, her entire little face filled with anger, she raised her hand regardless and prepared to throw it down at Liu Zhenying's face.

Some of the people nearby subconsciously wanted to stop it, while others just watched the show and didn't interfere at all.

But the expected slap did not sound.

Before Liao Qingqing arrived, Liu Zhenying cut Fei Qian's wrist in mid-air with his bare hands.

"I'll say it again, please listen to me clearly."

Liu Zhenying's cold voice contained an invisible pressure, and the corners of his lips were depressed, without any warmth. Even if his mind was slightly unclear, the coldness that spread throughout his body was enough to frighten everyone.

She said word by word: "Qu Xiaojue is my future husband. This is what my master said. It was also my master's decision to let me go down the mountain to find my relative. Since my master asked me to marry him, he must be mine. You understand."

Is it done?"

There seemed to be some movement at the box door, but no one was distracted.

Just looking at Liu Zhenying's almond-shaped eyes narrowed, annoyance evident throughout her body, and an unrestrained murderous aura rolling out, as if Fei Qian dared to strangle the person to death if he dared to say anything more.

After a few seconds, there was still no response.

She didn't care at all, and raised the corners of her mouth with a chuckle: "Also, who do you think you are, you want to steal someone from me?"

"Zhenyi."

Liao Qingqing hurriedly approached, not daring to step forward rashly, so she could only advise softly: "Fei Qian is young, and if she talks arrogantly, just give her a lesson. For my sake, don't argue with her."

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Fei Qian was so frightened that she looked at Liao Qingqing with tears in her eyes: "Sister Qing."

"Shut up."

Liao Qingqing reprimanded her directly without thinking, and then continued to cast her gaze on Liu Zhenying: "You let her go first, and I will teach her the rest, okay?"

"Just because you are young, you should be taught a lesson."

"It's none of your business..." What's the matter?

Before the last three words were uttered, Liao Qingqing glanced and saw a tall and straight figure walking towards him. The person who was originally blocking the road consciously made way for him.

Qu Xiaojue's pure black suit was slightly wrinkled for some reason. Even the cufflinks at the cuffs were removed. The cuffs were rolled up to the elbow. He put one hand in his pocket and narrowed his eyes. A layer of sinisterness overflowed from his handsome face.

He looked dignified but cruel.

As soon as he got closer, Liu Zhenying let go of Fei Qian's hand, causing Fei Qian to stumble back two steps before he could stand still.

Then she was like a child meeting an adult, her eyebrows softened, and she called out a little aggrievedly: "Are you back?"

"I just left less than half an hour ago, and someone is bullying you?"

Qu Xiaojue reached out and hugged her into his arms, leaned over and kissed her hair. He didn't look at anyone, his eyes were only focused on her: "Don't you have a bad temper when you are in front of me? Why?

When facing other people, he acts like a little wimp."

Little softie?

When everyone heard these three words, they all looked at each other in confusion.

Is it possible that Qu Xiaojue's brain is broken, or that he really doesn't see clearly who has the upper hand in a normal farce?
Chapter completed!