Luo Huaqian looked at him coldly, and the man always kept a smiling expression, as if Luo Huaqian's coldness did not make him feel embarrassed at all.⊙.

There was a large round dining table between the two.

Who is this person?

The woman who just played mahjong with that man gave the answer.

"Mr. Xin! Is this Luo Huaqian? The one you have been thinking about day and night?"

Young Master Xin...you Xin!

You Xin sneered and was about to answer, when Luo Huaqian suddenly shouted: "Shut up!"

With the shouting, there was also her suddenly raised her right hand, a two-inch long silver light flashed away. The four bodyguards on the opposite side, the two men and women who played mahjong with You Xin, did not react. However, You Xin's face changed and he reached out to grab it to the right side, and the silver light fell into his hand.

It is a sharp flying knife.

Looking at the direction where the flying knife was shot, it was the woman who had just spoken. Seeing the flying knife in You Xin's hand, the woman's face suddenly turned pale.

The other two men also changed their faces, and the seats made a sliding sound, and both of them were obviously shocked.

You Xin's face also became ugly, and the smile on his face finally disappeared.

A pair of round eyes that were just smiling, glanced at the flying knife in his hand in a calm manner, then looked at Luo Huaqian again, and slowly spoke, saying word by word: "Qianqian! You are too much!"

Luo Huaqian, who was accused of being too much, still looked cold, as if she was not the one who was taking action just now.

But the words said were: "You Xin! I have said a long time ago that you are not allowed to step onto the ground in Nanjing! Today I am here to come to the appointment to tell you the price of coming here!"

Before he finished speaking, Luo Huaqian had already rushed forward, stepped out in two steps, soared into the air, stepped on the table of the big round dining table, spread his arms, and as he rushed down, his hands at the same time, and at the same time, he shot out a silver flying knife.

The two men and women who were originally sitting next to the mahjong table were frightened and flew away when they saw it, especially the woman. She screamed in fear.

The four bodyguards who stood in front of You Xin quickly stepped forward, and You Xin narrowed his eyes and looked very ugly.

Seeing the four bodyguards moving, the two women and one man who had just come with Luo Huaqian rushed over.

Luo Huaqian, who had pounced on the dining table, didn't even look at the four bodyguards. When she was falling, she stepped on the shoulder of a bodyguard. With this kick, she flew into the air again, bounced her right foot and kicked You Xin's chin head-on.

You Xin obviously had good skills. Although his face looked ugly, when he saw Luo Huaqian kicking, he saw him go to the right side and his right hand immediately raised. During the lifting process, he turned his palm into a fist and hit Luo Huaqian's right leg that was kicking.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them fought fiercely.

With his fists and legs coming, You Xin retreated step by step. He was no match for Luo Huaqian.

Suddenly, a sneer sounded.

Two slender silver lights flashed between Luo Huaqian's hands, and her hands instantly crossed through You Xin's chest. You Xin's face suddenly changed again. There were two bloody mouths on the high-end dark blue shirt on his chest. Before he could react further, Luo Huaqian's hands crossed by his chest suddenly lifted up, and two slender silver lights flashed through his hands again. The silver light flashed through You Xin's chest again, and the "swish" sounded again.

Luo Huaqian's hands suddenly raised up were immediately withdrawn as if they were electrocuted. Her palms were facing forward and hung to the sides of her legs. Her silver-gray eyes looked coldly at You Xin, who was taking a few steps back and looked undesired.

"Mr. Xin!"

"Mr. Xin!! How are you?"

"Stop! You can't hurt Mr. Xin!!"

...

The two men and women were already screaming in horror in the box. Ding Xiangping and others who followed Luo Huaqian stopped seeing this. The four bodyguards ran back with a vigilant look on their faces, and the two men and women who came with You Xin also ran over to ask if You Xin was fine.

Everyone could see four wounds on You Xin's chest that were intertwined horizontally and vertically, and there was a vertical mark more than two inches long on his left cheek.

All wounds were gushing out blood.

You Xin grinned, and his injured left cheek twitched unnaturally. He slowly looked down at the chest of four wounds, then slowly raised his hand and touched his left face. When his hand was retracted in front of him, he saw the blood on his fingers.

His eyes when he looked at Luo Huaqian again became incredible.

"Luo Huaqian! I have heard that you have found a master here and learned sword skills. It turns out that you learned it to deal with me? Flying knife... and palm knife... Haha! I learned it well! The palm knife is to make up for the gap in strength between you and me, right? Haha! Not bad! You have succeeded! Now if you and me are fighting, strength is useless anymore!"

"Mr. Xin! We..."

The woman behind You Xin spoke again, but this time she was interrupted by You Xin raising her hand.

"Okay! Let's go!"

Gritting his teeth and saying this, You Xin walked out cleanly, with big and anxious steps. The two men and one woman who came with him, the four bodyguards looked at Luo Huaqian with complicated expressions, but said nothing, followed You Xin out of the door.

When he was about to go out, You Xin suddenly stopped and said to Luo Huaqian with his back, "Luo Huaqian! You can't change the result! You will sooner or later be my You Xin's woman!"

After saying that, he strides away again.

Soon, only Luo Huaqian, Ding Xiangping and others who came with her, as well as the mess in the room.

"Sister Luo!"

Ding Xiangping carefully paid attention to Luo Huaqian's expression and walked to Luo Huaqian lightly, as if she wanted to comfort her, but Luo Huaqian walked to the window, looking at the sky outside the window with silver-gray eyes blurred, not knowing what she was thinking, Ding Xiangping thought about it, but still said nothing.

She knew Luo Huaqian, and Luo Huaqian never needed comfort from others.

When Luo Huaqian and others went downstairs, it was a coincidence that Zhao Yan and others also came out of the restaurant. More than a dozen people were together, attracting attention and walking in front of Luo Huaqian and others.

In the crowd, Zhao Yan, who was tall and long, stood out from the crowd. After drinking some wine, he spoke louder than usual. When Zhao Yan turned around and smiled and talked to Lou Wenhao, Luo Huaqian and others naturally saw him.

Luo Huaqian's eyes have not changed much, they still seem cold and confused, and their silver-gray eyes always give people this special feeling.

Ding Xiangping, who was following Luo Huaqian, had a slightly lit eyes. She looked at Zhao Yan with a smile and said softly to Luo Huaqian beside her: "Sister Luo! That kid is a celebrity in our university town!"

"Who?" the woman who was walking with them asked curiously. The man also had a curiosity in his eyes, but Luo Huaqian's expression did not change.

Ding Xiangping: "Shi Jian! Have you never heard of this name? The box office of "Full Moon Scimitar" was a script he wrote! I heard that it was from the writing class of Hanlin College, and the novel was also very popular! He even opened a station by himself!"

"Xiangping! Have you seen him?" the woman looked at Ding Xiangping and asked.

Ding Xiangping smiled: "No! However, there are photos of him on the Internet, and many news has been reporting on him recently!"

"So... this kid is still a well-known screenwriter?" The woman looked up and down at Zhao Yan again, and no matter how she looked, she didn't look like her.

Luo Huaqian, who had already withdrawn her gaze, finally became a little interested when she heard this. She glanced at Zhao Yan with silver-gray eyes, but she still didn't say anything.

There were many taxis outside the Huayuan Building. Zhao Yan and others had only two cars after drinking, but now they could not drive. After leaving Huayuan Building, Zhao Yan, Fan Long and others arranged for everyone to get into taxis. Everyone who was full of wine and food got on board one after another. Soon, only Zhang Peng from the same dormitory and Li Yan from the next dormitory were left beside Zhao Yan.

The three of them were shaking and about to walk to another air taxi next to them, suddenly, the dark red light and shadow in front of them flashed, and a chaotic wind blew on the faces of Zhao Yan, Zhang Peng and Li Yan. The sudden sound of brakes scared the three of them.

After a fixed eye, I saw that it was a dark red iron wolf convertible that suddenly rushed over and blocked the three of them.

Zhao Yan narrowed his eyes, subconsciously stepped forward, blocked Zhang Peng and Li Yan, and looked at the woman in the Iron Wolf driver's seat.

Zhao Yan's gaze met Luo Huaqian's silver-gray gaze.

Wheat-colored skin, beautiful woman with silver-gray eyes...

Where does this bring about the beauty?

Zhao Yan, who was on the alcohol, frowned and couldn't figure it out. The car door opened. Luo Huaqian walked to Zhao Yan with a cold expression, and Ding Xiangping followed him.

"Who are you?" Zhang Peng, who had drunk alcohol, was more courageous than usual. He tried hard to walk to Zhao Yan with his eyes open and looked up and down, looking up and down, and asked.

"You did it on purpose?"

This sentence was asked by Zhao Yan. The car almost hit the three of them just now.

"Are you a screenwriter?"

Luo Huaqian looked straight into Zhao Yan's eyes and asked this question.

Where did this little girl come out? She suddenly drove over to stop them just to ask this question? Is her mind watered?

Zhao Yan curled his lips in his heart, raised his eyebrows, and looked directly at Luo Huaqian's eyes. The corner of his left mouth was slightly raised, and he asked evilly: "What?"

"Then?"

Luo Huaqian was a little uncomfortable with Zhao Yan's speech style and frowned slightly. She had already seen that Zhao Yan was a little drunk and was not very sober at this moment.

"You are drunk! We'll talk when you wake up! Give me your mobile phone number!"

It was not a questioning tone, even if Luo Huaqian said such words, she was still a plain tone.

Zhao Yan closed his eyes and said lazily: "If you say you, I will give it to you? Who do you think you?"

As he said that, he turned his head and said to Zhang Peng beside him: "Let's go! Let's go back! This girl feels so good about herself! She wants to fuck me so arrogantly! Who do she thinks she is!"

As he said that, he really bypassed Luo Huaqian and left.

Zhang Peng and Li Yan were both drunk, and followed Zhao Yan with a chuckle, turned around and looked at Luo Huaqian again while walking.

"Stop! Sister Luo is talking to you!" Ding Xiangping couldn't help but shout, Luo Huaqian raised her hand to stop her, and her silver-gray eyes looked at Zhao Yan's back again, and turned around and got back into the car, not chasing Zhao Yan and the others.

This is a very strange woman. (To be continued.)

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