Quick Travel: Please hold on to the villain Black Moonlight script

"Did I give you face?" Qin Jiazhe looked at Mrs. Qin coldly with stern eyebrows, "Who do you think you are?"

Mrs. Qin simply didn't bother to pretend anymore. The Wang family was gone anyway, Qin's father had been paralyzed for more than two years, and Qin Jiazhe was also a sick man and wouldn't live long.

"It doesn't matter what I am. In short, I am afraid that no one will marry Mr. Qin in this life. A sick man who is too sick to walk and has a weird temperament. Who would dare to marry you."

"You don't like Wang Qingya, but others don't like you either. She likes my son."

Zhao Xuan finally figured it out. This guy was really a talker, and he was full of disgusting methods.

Find your son's suitor to come and humiliate Qin Jiazhe?

Zhao Xuan thought for a while and felt that he could not let Qin Jiazhe's 10 yuan be worthless.

Therefore, he chuckled and said, "Madam, what you said is wrong. How come no one is willing to marry Jiajia? I am particularly willing!"

Mrs. Qin, "..."

Father Qin, "..."

Qin Jiazhe lowered his eyes. Due to the angle, no one could see the turbulent emotions in his eyes.

The way Mrs. Qin looked at Zhao Xuan before had some other meanings, but now she only looked at him with disdain, as if she was looking at some rubbish.

"It turns out she is Azhe's little lover! You should have some idea of ​​what kind of family our Qin family is. Even if you want to join the Qin family, you still have to see what you are like!"

These words made Zhao Xuan look down upon him inside and out. It was almost as simple and crude as saying, you are not worthy.

Mrs. Qin's words were naturally not to vindicate Qin Jiazhe, but to humiliate Qin Jiazhe in disguise, humiliating him that he could only use money to buy a lover to keep him company.

Anyone who is truly a good match, regardless of gender, will look down on him.

Zhao Xuan didn't take it seriously, Feng Qingyun said calmly, "Jiajia and I were born for each other. As long as I'm here, he can't die. On the other hand, auntie has over-indulged and suffered from kidney failure. She is over 40 years old, has a frail body, and looks like an old man. The suffering of having nothing to rely on."

Others, "!" What did they hear?

Overindulgence? ? ?

Wasn't Mr. Qin... paralyzed a long time ago?

Shouldn't it work?

The others lowered their heads with eyes, noses, noses, and minds, quietly digesting this shocking secret, but no one dared to show any obvious expressions on their faces.

Mrs. Qin's body was shaking unnoticeably, and her palms were sweating, "You are from Qin Jiazhe, so you must be telling nonsense. Do you think you are a Taoist priest who can tell fortunes, and you can lie without making a draft!"

And cursed Aze! !

What a rant, this is definitely a lunatic invited by Qin Jiazhe to talk nonsense!

Facing Mrs. Qin's fierce and threatening eyes, Zhao Xuan raised his lips fearlessly, half-smiling, "Really?"

This sentence has left a trace in everyone's heart after all. It doesn't matter whether it is, the seed has been planted anyway!

Mrs. Qin didn't speak any more, but she could no longer put on the mask of hypocrisy and glared at Zhao Xuan fiercely.

Except for Qin Jiazhe and Zhao Xuan, no one saw the flash of look in her eyes.

"Next time I find out that you have done something dirty to me, it won't be as simple as tit for tat!" Qin Jiazhe smiled lowly, his eyes dark and cold.

"I will bring your son's hands to your table!"

The man's laughter paired with these cruel words was extremely scary.

Mrs. Qin's expression suddenly changed.

Madman, what a madman!

Qin Jiazhe was too lazy to appreciate the ferocious look on Mrs. Qin's face. He turned his head slightly and said, "Let's go."

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After getting in the car and leaving Qin's house, Zhao Xuan, who had not eaten dinner, was so hungry that he subconsciously moved his legs and covered his stomach with his hands.

The original owner already had mild stomach problems due to work and saving money, and now he seems to have stomach pain.

Qin Jiazhe noticed that the person next to him was unusually quiet and glanced sideways unaccustomedly.

They saw the picturesque Zhao Xuan closing his eyes slightly at this time, covering his abdomen with his hands, leaning sideways, and his long legs were slightly bent, showing a silent grievance in his whole person.

"What's wrong with you?" Qin Jiazhe's tone was neither cold nor indifferent.

"I'm hungry, my stomach hurts." Zhao Xuan, a man who would never wrong himself, answered honestly.

"..."

Qin Jiazhe saw Zhao Xuan turning to face him, opened his eyes, and spoke softly, as if he was accusing him of being ruthless and mean and treating him harshly.

He moved his fingers slightly and said, "Go and eat."

Fang Wu, who was driving, naturally followed Qin Jiazhe's order and asked Qin Jiazhe where to eat. Qin Jiazhe said a name, Jiayuxuan.

Zhao Xuan, "..." Just by hearing the name, I knew it must be Qin Jiazhe's territory.

Zhao Xuan, who had been speechless all the way and had a stomachache, was in no mood to talk. Qin Jiazhe's mood seemed to be getting worse, and the entire carriage was filled with silent depression.

Until they arrived at Jiayuxuan, they got off the car and ordered food. As the boss here, Qin Jiazhe and his friends naturally had the best private room, and the food they ordered was served quickly.

Zhao Xuan saw Qin Jiazhe using his chopsticks to pick up the cold vegetables, and carried the dishes to the aisle without saying a word, "You can't eat this dish. It's not good for your health. It's cold. If you eat too much, you will easily vomit and your whole body will feel cold."

In severe cases, it will lead to long-term poor health and become increasingly weak.

He didn't say any more to save his words.

Qin Jiazhe glanced at Zhao Xuan opposite him with cold eyes, "Do you know medical skills?"

He checked Zhao Xuan. He was from a rural area in a backward village. He didn't go to college, so he couldn't possibly know so much.

Unless...he is not Zhao Xuan.

Faced with Qin Jiazhe's unfathomable eyes, Zhao Xuan said calmly, "I know a little bit about Chinese medicine. You also know that I am from a rural area and I have a general idea of ​​the effects of these medicinal materials."

Qin Jiazhe chuckled, "Really?"

Zhao Xuan nodded calmly and shamelessly, "Yeah, maybe it's because I'm so smart and talented that I let you have this illusion."

Qin Jiazhe, "..."

"If you take medicine for a long time, it will damage your stomach. You must eat on time, otherwise you will suffer from stomach pain in the future." Zhao Xuan noticed that Qin Jiazhe was very picky about food.

Since he had already transferred 10 yuan for his own sake, he gave me a "kindly" reminder.

Qin Jiazhe clenched his chopsticks. Zhao Xuan was right. In addition to the medicine he needed to take, he also had medicine for stomachache.

His dark eyes stared at Zhao Xuan, who had a beautiful face, for a long time, and he said with unclear meaning, "You take care of me."

These words were mocking Zhao Xuan for being nosy.

"I don't care about you, who cares about you?" Zhao Xuan answered casually.

Nonsense, if he hadn't lost to the King of Hell, would he have come down to take care of his former rival?

Ah.

Qin Jiazhe's body stiffened, his eyes surged, and he paused for a second when he was about to pick up the food. He raised his eyes and looked at Zhao Xuan, "I don't need anyone to care about me."

Double entendre.

He has no family, but he doesn't need sympathy from others.