Cheng Feiyang turned his head, looked at the pale Qu Yan, frowned subconsciously, and then reacted again. The woman in front of him was just hired by his mother to urge him to work.

After his eyes flickered, looking at her obviously weak face, he didn't have much distress and patience. He just said, "Assistant Qu, what's the matter?"

But another man who was highly regarded in the court didn't give her alms, as if he really didn't want to see her again, as he said.

Qu Yan looked at Ji Zhuoran's side face looking away. Although there were mixed feelings in her heart, she still remembered the purpose of speaking, so she looked at Cheng Feiyang, "There are many people here, can we go and talk?"

Although Cheng Feiyang still wanted to talk to Ji Zhuoran, he knew that he would not get any benefit in front of him now, so he could only use Qu Yan to pass it down this step.

"Okay, let's go upstairs and speak slowly." His voice deliberately slowed down on the words going upstairs.

It seems that the two of them are going upstairs to do something in the guest room.

After all, he clearly remembered that when they first met, Qu Yan only sent a photo of them hugging to Ji Zhuoran, and the man ran over anxiously.

Therefore, after saying this, he provocatively raised his eyebrows at Ji Zhuoran.

But Ji Zhuoran just kept a cold face, as if there was no such woman as Quyan in his eyes.

Seeing that Ji Zhuoran's reaction was not good, Cheng Feiyang felt bored. He sneered, holding Qu Yan's slender waist, and the two went upstairs.

But Qu Yan noticed that he was wearing a delicate white glove on his right hand, covering the 8-stitch wound on his hand. Thinking of why he was injured, her heart was very sour for a while.

Qu Ning had seen everything next to him. When Qu Yan and Cheng Feiyang left, they walked to Ji Zhuoran and said softly, "Zuoran, don't care about them, after all, Xiao Yan will leave the country tomorrow, so let them Let's be a good individual."

"Huh." Ji Zhuoran snorted coldly, noncommittal.

When he got upstairs, Qu Yan moved away from him.

She said seriously, "Cheng Shao, there is one last thing I want to tell you. Now that Ji Zhuoran is in full swing, you'd better avoid his edge and don't confront him."

"Hehe," he sneered, "I'm not afraid of him."

"It's not a question of whether to be afraid or not," Qu Yan knew that this was her last chance to speak clearly. "It is that we must all recognize the facts and be in awe of any consequences that may occur, just like the knife that day, the two of them just want to Destroy my face, but what if they want my life? With the knife in their hands, it is not our decision to do what they want to do!"

Cheng Feiyang looked at her caring expression, and suddenly couldn't say anything to refute her.

Her purpose may not be pure, but her past friendship and current concern are not fake.

He looked back at her, but asked, "Why do you still care about me so much? You are leaving tomorrow. What will happen to me in the future has nothing to do with you!"

"After all, you saved me twice and helped me a lot." Qu Yan explained, but subconsciously avoided his expectant eyes.

He continued to ask, "Since you also know that I treat you well, why do you have to leave? What reason do you have to leave? If I say, I can accept you as an assistant hired by my mother. ?"

"I'm sorry," she lowered her head, unable to answer his question directly, "the long-term pain is better than the short-term pain. Since we must separate, it's better to take advantage of it now."

A heavy loss flashed across his face, and then gritted his teeth again, "Why? Why are you in charge of everything between us? Qu Yan, since you have received my mother's money, you can also accept me. Money, now, you make a price, and I want you to stay."