I really don't want to be famous anymore

Chapter 37 The Collapsed Xia Qingyue
Xia Qingyue tilted her head, let go of her clothes, Ji Xian wanted to escape, the flesh on her waist was twisted, the piercing pain made his face distorted, his teeth tightened, and he glared angrily at the vicious woman in front of him .

"You think I'm a three-year-old kid, and I can cheat casually?"

The white dress was knee-length, and her appearance was otherworldly. Xia Qingyue, who looked like a fairy in nine heavens, showed a sweet smile, with two pear dimples looming, and she looked harmless to humans and animals.

The muscles on Ji Xian's face twitched, he grabbed the devil's claws on his waist, and tried to push it away, but it was of no avail. On the contrary, Xia Qingyue exerted even more force.

"Liar, give me back the money, or..."

Xia Qingyue restrained her smile, raised her small fist, her expression was as indifferent as frost, and said threateningly: "My sister will kill you."

Ji Xian's eyes widened even more, his three views seemed to be refreshed, and the shock in his heart was beyond words.

This woman who looked lively, cute, and charming actually threatened herself with the usual lines of the Black Society!

What my mother said is indeed correct, the more beautiful a woman is, the more dangerous she is.

A person cannot be judged by his appearance, it is too suitable to describe Xia Qingyue.

"Sister, we must be reasonable in our words, and we must use evidence to convict people. It is a crime to label someone for no reason. I advise you to think twice before acting."

Ji Xian's words were heavy and his speech was slow. He glanced at his waist from the corner of his eye, wanting to cry but not tears.

When I wake up tomorrow, I will definitely be green. How could I be so unlucky to meet such a vexatious woman.

God!Can you spare me?

Xia Qingyue's brows were picturesque, with ripples in her black jewel-like eyes, she let go of Ji Xian's slender fingers, and grabbed onto the clothes again.

"What you said seems to make a little sense."

She used the thumb and index finger of her left hand to measure the length of less than one centimeter, her attitude was extremely serious, and there was no room for carelessness.

Ji Xian slapped his forehead with his hand, and the crisp sound was louder than applause. He was truly speechless towards Xia Qingyue.

What is a little bit?

What Lao Tzu said is clearly the truth.

"Can you let me go first? Look where this is, the men's room, the men's room! The two of us are stuck here. It would be detrimental to our image if others see us."

Ji Xian tried so hard to persuade her that her voice was almost exhausted.

"It's nothing to ruin my image, the key is you, you are a girl, a quiet lady is what you should have, instead of running to the door of the men's toilet to play with me, let it go! Letting go is love."

Hearing this, Xia Qingyue threw off Ji Xian's clothes, and said coldly: "I never loved you, bah, scumbag."

Ji Xian ignored it, touched the wrinkled suit sadly, and said miserably: "This is a new dress I bought for 500 yuan, and it turned out like this the first time I wore it, alas."

He choked with sobs, as if he was about to cry at any moment.

Xia Qingyue said with extreme disgust: "You are a big man, why do you look like a little girl? Isn't it just a new dress? As for that?"

Ji Xian suddenly raised his head to stare at her, and said angrily: "You said it lightly, if you have the ability, you will pay me for it."

After complaining, he looked down at the cigarette at his feet, sighed softly, took out the only Liqun left from his trousers bag and lit it.

The smell of tobacco wafts away, and there is little green smoke, which takes away endless sadness.

Xia Qingyue covered her nose, took two steps back, and said in disgust: "Do you guys like to smoke? It smells really bad, stay away from me."

She hates the smell of cigarettes. Since she was a child, her family members and school teachers have taught her not to smoke. Smoking is harmful to her health. She has always believed in it.

Ji Xian sneered, who would like to smoke?
You don't understand the difficulties of men.

Women are under a lot of pressure, can cry unscrupulously, talk to their sisters, can men do it?
No!

Men are not allowed to be cowardly, let alone shed tears, such ridiculous things as crying are not allowed to happen to men.

Smoking a cigarette, Ji Xian's social aura is automatically revealed. Even though he is wearing a suit, he doesn't give the impression of being solemn, but a gentle scum.

Xia Qingyue frowned more and more tightly, disgusted, and said seriously: "Are you still paying the money?"

Ji Xian put the cigarette in his mouth, put his hands into his trouser pockets, and turned out the inner bag, it was clean and nothing was left.

"Do you think I'm rich?"

Ji Xian asked back, it is impossible to pay back the money, not even in this life.

He flicked the ashes of his cigarette and put on a rogue face, "I don't have any money, but I have a life. Do you want it? If you want it, take it."

Xia Qingyue was furious, broke down and said: "Can you show some face? Meeting you is a disaster for eight lifetimes."

"Eh, me too."

Ji Xian smiled cheaply, and teased, "Why don't you leave? Do you want to go to the bathroom with me?"

Xia Qingyue clenched her fists tightly, leaving imprints on her palms with her nails, and said harshly: "You rascal, bastard, shameless, get out."

"Okay! Goodbye."

Ji Xian saluted her and happily walked into the toilet.

Xia Qingyue stared at the young man's back with terrifying eyes, and she didn't leave until the man disappeared from her eyes.

Back in the private room, Wang Xin was optimistic that something was wrong with his best friend, and asked curiously, "Did you eat explosives? Who provoked you."

Xia Qingyue didn't want to say it, she punched the button of the device used to order food, and said to herself: "I want to drink a case of wine."

Wang Xin was startled, and touched Xia Qingyue's forehead, but she didn't have a fever.

She lowered her face and asked, "What are you crazy about? Can you finish a case of beer? Let me tell you first, I don't drink."

"Sister Xin, don't worry about it, I can finish my drink."

Xia Qingyue's self-confidence was bursting, and she wanted to drink away her sorrows and forget the unhappiness Ji Xian gave her.

Wang Xin felt a lump in her throat, unable to laugh or cry: "It's up to you! Crazy girl."

……

Ji Xian flushed a cold face after going to the toilet, refreshed himself, and found the private room that He Yu had booked.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw He Yu sitting on the main seat. Next to He Yu was a mature and elegant woman in her 30s.

That was He Yu's wife, called Zuo Qingwen.

After confirming his identity, Ji Xian greeted him enthusiastically, "Hi, boss, I haven't seen you for a few days, and he looks handsome again."

Without waiting for He Yu to speak, he smiled and said to Zuo Qingwen, "Hi sister-in-law, I wish you good luck, forever eighteen, beautiful..."

He said a long series of blessings in one breath, and all the people present were dumbfounded and ashamed.

It was the first time Deng Yuan saw Ji Xian like this, and thought to himself: "As expected of a shameless person, it's a pity not to talk about cross talk with such eloquence."

Zuo Qingwen was full of smiles, she knew Ji Xian's identity without He Yu's introduction.

Long before, He Yu had mentioned an employee of the bar in front of her many times, but she had never seen it before. A few days ago, she happened to have time to go to the bar, but Ji Xian resigned.

He Yu glanced at Ji Xian, tsk-tsk said: "I don't see you saying something nice, offering flowers before the Buddha, you have a way."

Ji Xian smiled awkwardly and sat down next to Deng Yuan.

(End of this chapter)