Stand Out Agressively - C39 Internal Breathing Return

“Why are you here?”

“Meet someone.”

“Not following me?”

Hearing that, Ye Qiao looked at Lu Jinghuan weirdly, and then at Lu Jinghuan’s neck, chest, and lower abdomen, before finally stopping at an important spot. After staring for a few seconds, Ye Qiao turned his face away and did not say a word.

The expression in Lu Jinghuan’s eyes grew deeper and deeper.

“The Mr Ye is here?” Liu Tong who was seated inside also saw Ye Qiao, and stood up to welcome him.

“You two know each other?” Lu Jinghuan asked.

Liu Tong laughed: “I do, Mr Ye is extremely knowledgeable in traditional Chinese medicine. Sometimes, I have to ask Mr Ye for guidance on difficult cases, so I got to know them a lot. What, the two of you know each other as well? ”

“I don’t know him.”

“I do.”

Ye Qiao and Lu Jinghuan answered at the same time. Coincidentally, Hee Mu was currently holding two bags of herbs, looking up to see that Ye Qiao was also there. He immediately greeted him, calling him by his full name.

Hee Mu was stunned after shouting, because everyone’s gaze turned towards him.

The atmosphere was a little awkward, but as Liu Tong was still an elder, he knew how to respond when he saw this situation. He smiled and beckoned for Hee Mu to follow him inside to take the recipe away, while giving the two of them space.

When Liu Tong and Hee Mu went in, Lu Jinghuan reached out to close the door, and took a step in front of Ye Qiao.

Ye Qiao frowned, he retreated a step and let him go.

Lu Jinghuan didn’t say anything and just took a step forward. Separated by a thin sheet of paper, both of them could feel each other’s breath, as long as one of them leaned forward a little, the two would stick together.

“What are you trying to do?” Ye Qiao said in displeasure.

Lu Jinghuan looked like a complete scoundrel, smiling as he lowered his head and leaned towards Ye Qiao’s face, and blew on his ears. In that moment, all the goosebumps on Ye Qiao’s body rose up.

“Nervous?”

“Nope.”

“You’re already getting goosebumps, and you still say you’re not nervous?”

Lu Jinghuan extended his hand out to point at Ye Qiao’s face, but he was pushed away by Ye Qiao’s hand. When Lu Jinghuan wanted to go closer, he saw that Ye Qiao had already revealed his silver needles, shining right in front of his eyes.

To tell the truth, ever since he had been stabbed by last night, Lu Jinghuan had indeed been a little fearful.

“Stay away from me.” Ye Qiao said coldly.

Lu Jinghuan raised his brows, raised his hands and took a step back.

“Keep moving back.”

“…”

“Later …”

“You can even make a move in public?”

Ye Qiao was at a loss for words.

Lu Jinghuan saw that Ye Qiao did not utter a word, and immediately had a plan. It seemed that even if he did not use force, he would still pay attention to the others’ gazes. However, this thought was quickly overturned by Lu Jinghuan himself, because he looked up and down, and Ye Qiao didn’t seem like someone who would care about the opinions of others … If Ye Qiao cared about it, it was to hide something.

This discovery made Lu Jinghuan more and more interested in Ye Qiao.

“Why are you looking at me?”

“If you don’t look at me, how would you know that I’m looking at you?”

“You’re a scoundrel.”

“Do I look like a good person before this?”

Ye Qiao squinted his eyes, and said with a heavy tone: “There shouldn’t be anything on me that President Lu would want to see, right?”

Lu Jinghuan did not go any closer to Ye Qiao. Instead, he leaned on the door and looked at him with a smile that was not a smile: “Whether or not I say it, it’s useless no matter how much you belittle yourself.”

“You know what I mean.” Ye Qiao said coldly.

A peculiar look flashed across his black eyes. Lu Jinghuan crossed his arms over his chest as he smiled at Ye Qiao: “Then, guess what I’ve really taken a fancy to.”

Ye Qiao’s eyes turned slightly cold as he stared at Lu Jinghuan and said word by word: “If I knew this would happen, I would have pierced you to death last night.”

“So you’ve wasted such a good opportunity.” As Lu Jinghuan said that, he took out a handkerchief from his jacket pocket and opened it one layer at a time. Inside the handkerchief was the silver needle that Ye Qiao had left behind last night.

Ye Qiao reached out to grab it, but Lu Jinghuan took the initiative and raised the silver needle in his hand high up. Ye Qiao was shorter than him by half a head, even if he tapped on the foot, he would not be able to reach’s hand.

If his inner force was still present, Iron Dazhi’s palm would have shattered his bones.

“The reason you came to find Liu Tong, was it also for that?”

“It has nothing to do with you.”

“How could it be unrelated? I kindly asked for you. The person who polished your needle didn’t accept the single needle. Either he bought a new one, or he spent a whole set of money to buy one …” Lu Jinghuan lowered his head and laughed next to Ye Qiao: “Thirty thousand yuan per set, with Mr Ye’s current financial situation, can you take that out?”

Ye Qiao clenched his teeth in anger.

Lu Jinghuan smiled as he wrapped the silver needle with a handkerchief and placed it back into his suit pocket. “You love this needle set so much, so you shouldn’t be willing to damage it, right?”

Indeed, this silver needle was very important to Ye Qiao. If he wanted to recover his strength, he couldn’t lose any one of the set, but he had to be able to lower his head to Lu Jinghuan …

Ye Qiao would rather not have this inner force.

Seeing Ye Qiao not reply for a long time, Lu Jinghuan turned to look at him, only to see that his face was even uglier than before. Ye Qiao subconsciously wanted to struggle free, but Lu Jinghuan hugged him even tighter, laughing beside his ear: “You made me suffer a loss last night, so I have to get back at you for something, don’t you think?”

“F * ck off.”

“I don’t like hearing that word, so don’t say it again in the future.”

“Scram …”

Lu Jinghuan’s eyes turned cold. Without saying anything further, he kissed the mouth that didn’t listen to him, and then, as the person in his arms struggled, he fiercely bit down on his lips.

Accompanied by a piercing pain, Ye Qiao clearly tasted the taste of his own blood.

At this moment, Lu Jinghuan was like a demon, greedily sucking on the blood on his lips, the force was so strong that it seemed to suck it dry, causing the pain to turn into pain. It made Ye Qiao almost think that his lips were about to be bitten off.

Ye Qiao was extremely furious and subconsciously raised his hand to strike at Lu Jinghuan, but when he thought about how his Qi was dispersed, his hand that was in the air unconsciously stopped.

In that moment, just as Ye Qiao was hesitating over this, the Qi Sea in his Qi Sea started churning and churning.