Warning : Providence the Beauty is Driven to Villainy

The words between Qi Jin and Fu Yue were faintly heard by Sheng Jinghua, including the affectionate ears and temples, every word made him sneer.

The man's elegant face was somewhat mocking, and he glanced at Fu Yue with a smile.

trust?

Does she still qualify for this kind of thing, Su Chiyue...

If it were counted, this woman would no longer know how many times she had betrayed Qi Jin.

Now Fu Yue doesn't know, what she said today has become a net for the future.

Pi Pyue, who was locked up in the small black room, shed tears of regret.

Of course, this is something.

After the Tsing Yi actor on the stage finished singing, he flicked his long sleeves, and the tails of the drawn eyes were so soft that they almost dripped water.

The person looked at Fu Yue affectionately, and he actually got off the stage, his sleeves turned over, and his slender fingers took out a rose out of thin air and handed it to her.

"The slave saw that the madam gave birth to such a good life, and made people happy when they saw it, and took the liberty to present this flower, the flowers match the beauty..."

Fu Yue's eyelids twitched, and she naturally wouldn't catch it.

The Tsing Yi actor's voice is soft, with a soft tone of Wu Nong's tone, so it is difficult to distinguish whether this person is a male or a female.

The other hand wearing pure white gloves blocked Fu Yue's face and intercepted the flower. The young officer's beautiful face was calm, "Go away."

Qi Jin rarely got angry.

The two looked at each other.

Seeing this legendary Beicheng Marshal, Su Chiyue's husband, with these beautiful and clean eyes, Qin Shuhan subconsciously wanted to avoid his eyes.

Such eyes are owned by people who have lived in the light since childhood, like cold white moonlight, clean and free of impurities.

Ashamed.

The Tsing Yi actor laughed twice, took back the flower, bowed to them with a graceful greeting, and then refunded the money.

Throughout the whole process, Fu Yue was frightened, she reached out and squeezed Qi Jin's hand.

Sheng Jinghua on the side was still talking cool words over there, "Mrs. Qi is outstanding, and even a little actor has fallen for you. You really admire Sheng..."

He didn't finish his words.

Qi Jin stretched out his hand to grab the collar of the gown, clenched his white gloved fist, and hit Sheng Jinghua's chin with a fist.

The man's military uniform was cold and stiff, and the buttons on the waistband were shining with golden light.

The red lips lightly opened, and uttered extremely cold words: "Sheng Jinghua, you are looking for death."

Suppressed anger.

The crowd was far away from them, and they couldn't hear what Sheng Jinghua had said to Qi Jin. They only saw Patriarch Sheng closing his lips together, and then he was beaten by the angry young marshal.

Pulling out the gun pinned to his waist, the pitch-black muzzle pressed against Sheng Jinghua's forehead, Qi Jin lowered his eyebrows, and slowly said, "Sheng Jinghua, do you know that I have tolerated you for a long time?"

Since the last time he saw that Sheng Jinghua and Fu Yue were involved, Qi Jin had no idea how many times he had resisted the urge to draw his gun.

Reason told him that he shouldn't be so impulsive.

However, his wife was stared at by others so much, if he swallowed this breath, he would be a saint.

Fu Yue rushed forward to hug Qi Jin's waist, patted him on the back, and hurriedly said: "Let's go, let's go, calm down."

Then he lowered his voice and said: "So many people are watching, don't even be impulsive, Sheng Jinghua is a lunatic, don't be familiar with him."