Chapter 316 The Asura Field of the Rich Wife (35)

Fu Yue coughed, "It's nothing, just forget it if you don't understand."

She forgot, how could Qi Jin understand pretending to be 13, so she said it smoothly for a while.

Although Qi Jin was puzzled, he didn't get to the bottom of it, but answered Fu Yue's question, "Military uniforms are equipped with gloves, and I have a cleanliness habit, so I wear them all the time."

Fu Yue raised her eyebrows, "Cleanliness?"

Qi Jin nodded honestly.

Fu Yue's complexion suddenly darkened, his eyes fell dangerously on the man's cherry red lips, and he said quietly: "If you have a cleanliness, did you dislike me when I kissed you? You brushed it a few times later tooth?"

Qi Jin: "!"

He raised his hand against his thin lips, coughed awkwardly, and argued in a low voice, "I didn't."

Looking up at Fu Yue, she seemed afraid that she would not believe her, and said again, "I don't dislike you, and I didn't brush my teeth."

Qi Jin completely forgot that he wiped his lips with his hands several times that day.

His eyes drifted unconsciously to the woman's soft red lips, he paused for two seconds, and then he looked away naturally, except for Qi Jin's thoughts that were exposed by the reddish tips of his ears.

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the next day.

Many warlords gathered in Beicheng, and the banquet was held in the most luxurious restaurant in Beicheng, and all the powerful and influential people in Beicheng also attended.

The fragrance of clothes, the shadows on the temples, the fans of paper and gold.

Before going out, Qi Jin and Fu Yue had great differences of opinion.

Fu Yue grabbed the corner of Qi Jin's clothes, and stared at her beautiful phoenix eyes, "Listen to me, you cover the slap marks on your face before you go, if you go like this, you won't lose your life..."

Qi Jin pulled out a corner of his clothes, then put his arms around Fu Yue's waist, and shook his head, "I won't cover it up, I agreed to accompany you to embarrass myself."

Fu Yue smiled, "It's really unnecessary. If you go like this, won't you still lose my face?"

Qi Jin: "You despise me."

Fu Yue: "I haven't."

Qi Jin: "Then let's go."

Fu Yue: "..."

This person is melon. (￢_￢)

In the end, unable to resist Qi Jin, Fu Yue changed into a delicate cheongsam, took the round fan he was used to, and got into the car with Qi Jin.

Qi Jin helped Fu Yue take her handbag winkingly.

After arriving at the hotel.

Qi Jin came relatively late, because he had the highest status, and everyone in the audience was waiting for this young marshal from Beicheng.

The first thing that caught everyone's eyes was the man's straight military uniform, and then the stunningly beautiful woman on his arm.

Everyone: "??"

Who is that woman?

Qi Jin's innocence and asceticism are well known to everyone, and he is the only one who lives like a monk in such a powerful position.

Before the doubts in everyone's minds dissipated, their gazes were fixed on Qi Jin's face, all of them looked terrified.

The slender and beautiful young officer, with a slap on his fair face carelessly, was extremely inconsistent with his serious and indifferent expression, and it was also extremely conspicuous.

Who hit this?

Who dares to beat this god?

Still hit in the face!

Seeing that this is obviously a woman's palm print, there are two older officers who came here, looking at Fu Yue with curious eyes.

Fu Yue: "..."

This is the first time she knows what it feels like to have Rumang on her back.

How many big scenes she has seen, when has she been embarrassed, but now, Fu Yue really wants to find a crack in the ground to get in.

With his fingers, he twisted Qi Jin's waist severely, and then looked at him with a smile.