And... It seems that there are other relationships between Miss Shen and the second master

    A conjecture has quietly floated in Li Shijin''s heart, but Li Shijin doesn''t accept it anyway. He could only bite his teeth, press down his inner guess, and reluctantly turned and left the backstage.

    Only Qiushui looked at Shen Wanqing with a worried face. Shen Wanqing patted her hand and whispered, "don''t worry about me. Wait for me outside."

    The autumn water was coaxed out by Shen Wanqing.

    Lieutenant Su also left.

    For a moment, only Shen Wanqing and Jing Yanxiu were left in the background.

    The young ruthless warlord sat lazily in his chair, his hat pressed his broken hair and half covered his dark narrow eyes.

    Cold and dangerous.

    "What are you doing there? Come here."

    The young man sat there, his fingertips took off his white gloves and put them in his pocket.

    Seeing this, Shen Wanqing came over with her lips closed.

    She licked the slightly dry lips and whispered, "second master...?"

    The young man sitting in front of him raised his long eyelashes slightly, and his dark pupil looked at her. It looked so quiet that there seemed to be no sign of anger at all.

    Is... Ready?

    Just thinking so, Shen Wanqing was caught off guard by the youth in front of him.

    The fingertips of the gloves that had faded were colder. Without the barrier of the gloves, such contact made her skin completely close to her wrist.

    The tiger''s mouth gripped her wrist. It seemed that it was because of years of holding a gun. There was a thin calluses on the tiger''s mouth, with a rough feeling.

    She gave a meal and the next second the whole person was pulled over.

    The cool palm was close to her back waist, imprisoning her, and her wrist was clamped by the man at the moment.

    She was forced to come to the young man and looked at him with low eyes.

    Shen Wanqing swallowed his saliva and looked at the person in front of him nervously.

    "Is the wound healed?"

    The big hand close to her back waist gently rubbed her previous wound, which made people''s scalp numb.

    Before she spoke, the young man in front of her had hooked the red lips, pulled the corners of her lips and smiled coldly.

    "Sing for Master Li, huh?"

    "If you don''t want your waist, I don''t mind wasting it for you in another way."

    The Warlord''s eyes were dark and cold, rolling with danger and Yin Li. The cool palm was close to the back waist. Looking at each other''s eyes, Shen Wanqing trembled from the back waist to the scalp numbness.

    She was deeply convinced that this guy would do what he said.

    "Second master..."

    With a soft waxy voice, she stretched out her snow-white fingertips and pitifully hooked the young man''s sleeves.

    The other party was just stunned by her soft waxy voice for a second, and then the snow-white slightly cool fingertips grabbed her jaw.

    The thin lip flap opens gently.

    The words were cold and thin, spitting out from the lips.

    "So which young master Li do you like, huh? Even if you haven''t recovered from your waist injury, you still have to sing for him, don''t you?"

    You''re not afraid... You''re not afraid of your low back injury for a lifetime!

    Word by word, when he spoke, his long eyelashes drooped and looked at her pupils coldly.

    The other party''s fingertips pressed her chin tightly, giving her no chance to defend.

    "If I forget the relationship between you and me, I don''t mind making a deep impression for you. Shen Wanqing, you are my woman, you have to be good. Otherwise, your leg will be broken."

    “……”

    Shen Wanqing looked at him and was stunned.