Chapter 47 Buying a Car

                                    

                                          
Han Qiyu felt even more aggrieved after hearing his words. He pulled down his trouser legs and continued to complain, "Look, it's red here, and my feet hurt so much. They're probably all black and blue."
Lin Yinquan blew his breath in distress, not caring about the few strong men on the ground, "We went to the drugstore to buy some medicinal wine. I'll go back and rub it for you. Why did you kick them? They are so big. Can your feet not hurt if you kick them?"
His words almost made Han Qiyu's face tense up. It seemed that he had arrived earlier than he thought.
Damn it!
Han Qiyu muttered something in his heart. He glanced at Sister Hong inadvertently and found that she was leaning against the wall and preparing to run away. He immediately said sharply, "Stop!"
Sister Hong, who was about to run away, heard his words and immediately dared not move.
His stern voice startled Lin Yinquan.
Lin Yinquan looked at the object who was still weak just now, and suddenly his aura was full. He just glanced at the woman who just didn't dare to move.
He coughed lightly, and Han Qiyu turned his head and blinked at him, his voice very sweet, "Brother, call the police quickly and arrest them."
Although I had known that the dumpling in front of me was stuffed with black sesame seeds, seeing it with my own eyes, it was really a dazzling illusion.
Lin Yinquan obediently called 110. After the two of them went to the police station, they stayed for more than an hour and explained the matter before leaving.
Han Qiyu, who didn't like to suffer at all, sent a message to the person in charge of single, asking him to bring the company's lawyer to handle the matter.
Then he followed his slightly dazed object and left.
When Han Qiyu returned home, he was coquettishly ordering Lin Yinquan as usual. Lin Yinquan looked at his lazy and coquettish appearance, pushed him to the sofa, pressed him, and took off the socks from his feet.
Looking at the green and red feet, I began to feel inexplicably angry about why those men had such hard muscles.
Feeling distressed, she poured out the safflower oil she bought and reached out to rub his feet gently.
Han Qiyu looked at him with no guilt at all. Instead, he felt that the smell of safflower oil was unpleasant and said with disgust: "Brother Lin, stop rubbing it. This mark will disappear in a few days."
His skin is too delicate, which affects his aura.
Every time after a fight, he obviously won the fight, but his body was covered in blue and red, making it seem like he was the one being beaten.
How annoying!
Young Master Han was complaining, and Mr. Lin was feeling distressed.
No one cared about the life or death of those strong men lying in the police station howling in pain.
After a while, Mr. Lin said quietly: "You really must have practiced martial arts."
"Yes." Han Qiyu looked innocent.
Lin Yinquan looked down at his arms and legs, then at Han Qiyu's thin arms and legs, and fell silent.
Am I too weak?
Mr. Lin began to doubt life.
Han Qiyu covered his face and snickered after seeing the look on his face. He, Brother Lin, must be too deceptive.