Zhang Lingying was kissed and even she herself was stunned.
Blinking blankly, she saw Lu Jing in front of her smile, a devilishly charming expression on his face, "Can you tell now where you live? If you don’t, I really will take you ho."
"Qin, Qin Family Villa." Zhang Lingying, as if possessed by a ghost, was intimidated by him and honestly confessed where she lived.
Hearing this, Lu Jing’s eyes flickered slightly, as if he was not quite satisfied with her living in Qin Nanyu’s villa.
Just as he was about to say sothing, a force had already pushed him away. Before he could react, Leng Jian’s fist had already smashed into his face.
Lu Jing’s head was turned to the side, and a hint of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
Regaining his senses and about to retaliate, Leng Jian had already grabbed his collar, pressing him against the car door, his voice cold and deep, "She’s drunk, are you drunk too? What were you just doing?"
"She’s not doing this for the first ti with , I don’t mind, so what’s your hurry?" Lu Jing, furious from the punch and faced with Leng Jian’s dark gaze, suddenly lost all his anger.
He reached up to wipe away the blood at the corner of his mouth, curling his lips into a smile that was more mocking than sincere.
"I rember you like Ji Weitian, intensely so. So why aren’t you fighting with Qin Nanyu for her, but instead ddling in my affairs?"
Leng Jian ignored his provocation, shoved him away, turned around, caught Zhang Lingying’s hand, and had her get into the car.
Imdiately after, he gave Lu Jing a cold glance.
"Who I like is none of your business, but she got drunk while she was with , and I won’t let you take her away!"
Leng Jian closed the car door, walked around to the driver’s seat, and just as he got into the car, he discovered that Lu Jing had also gotten into his car.
eting his indifferent gaze, Lu Jing wore a smile that was asking for a beating, "As you said, you don’t trust , and I don’t trust you."
Sotis words are not necessary in a conversation between n; a single look is enough.
Leng Jian read the importance Lu Jing placed on Zhang Lingying from his eyes, and Lu Jing could just as well perceive the difference in how Leng Jian felt about Zhang Lingying.
If he had not followed, who knows if Leng Jian would have taken Zhang Lingying ho today, or to so other place.
Moreover, Zhang Lingying still owed him an apology...
"I, I rember now..." Zhang Lingying, who had been in a daze, turned her head and stared at Lu Jing for a good while, then suddenly stretched out her hand to grasp his sleeve.
"I think I’ve seen you sowhere before, you’ve been to my house, haven’t you?"
"..."
"I really hate you, for real, when you were at my house, I wanted to beat you up every day."
Zhang Lingying, with an innocent face, began to badmouth Lu Jing right in front of him.
"You think just because you’re a little good-looking, you can swan around in front of all day dressed to the nines, like a peacock... and you’re always clinging to , saying if I just went with you, you could give the life I want, but you don’t even know what I want...burp!"
She raised her hand to pat her chest, catching her breath, growing more aggrieved the more she spoke.
"I finally managed to avoid you, so why do you keep turning up like a bad penny? I even dream of you; it’s really too hard for ..."
She sniffled, and her eyes were red.
Yet, her hand still clutched Lu Jing’s sleeve, as if demanding an explanation from him.
Lu Jing’s eyes flickered slightly, and he gently raised his hand to wipe her tear-stained face. When he had arrived, he had felt a suffocating anger in his chest, wanting to settle scores with her.
But now, seeing her like this, he couldn’t bring himself to be angry.
"The scandal has nothing to do with ."
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