The Consequence of Judging Others by Appearance

Chapter 20: curse

Qi Yan didn't expect Cen Baihe to say this suddenly, he looked at Cen Baihe with a puzzled face: "What does Mr. Cen mean?"

This Cen Wuye's observation ability and association ability are too strong, no wonder people mention him with awe and too careful thoughts.

Seeing Qi Yan's blank face, Cen Baihe rubbed his pale knuckles on the goblet a few times and smiled: "It's nothing, just say it casually."

After the meal, Cen Baihe sent Qi Yan home. When passing by the roast duck restaurant, Qi Yan did not give up and took a few glances at the roast duck restaurant. The roast duck restaurant with good business was closed in the afternoon. I don't know if he will go tomorrow. Take roast duck, can the clerk still know him?

Even if you know him, the roast duck is probably already broken and can't be eaten. Thinking of this, Qi Yan deeply regrets it. When I went to the police station just now, how could I forget to bring my roast duck with me? It is shameful to waste food!

"Master Qi?" Cen Baihe noticed that Qi Yan's mood seemed to be something wrong, and glanced out the window, "What's wrong?"

Qi Yan smiled and shook his head. After the car reached the gate of the community, Qi Yan got out of the car and said to Cen Baihe, "Thank you, Mr. Cen, goodbye."

Cen Baihe nodded slightly, "You're welcome."

The window was slowly closed. Qi Yan watched Cen Baihe's car drift away, humming and walked towards the community. Before two steps had been taken, he was stopped by two people.

"Are you Qi Yan?" The speaker wore a leather jacket, glanced at Qi Yan with his slanted eyes, and said to his companion: "It's him."

Without saying anything, the companion and the jacket man took Qi Yan's arm, pinched him from left to right, and got into a car next to him, closing the door with a bang.

It was Qi Yan's first experience of being taken into the car by "kidnapping". He looked at the jacket man sitting on his right, his face was impatient, as if he didn't want to pay attention to Qi Yan. The man sitting to his left has a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek and a shaggy beard.

Seeing that Qi Yan was looking at him, the pointed-mouthed man lit a cigarette and took a big puff in his mouth, "Looks like a little white face, and when he comes out to cheat money, he won't give his grandson face, boy, Are you a little bit ignorant of the rules?"

Qi Yan squeezed his arm that was hurt by the two people, and said in no hurry, "I don't know when I won't give your grandson face anymore?"

"Boy, are you pretending to be stupid?" The sharp-mouthed face raised his hand and wanted to hit Qi Yan. He didn't know that he suddenly braked, and he threw himself on the back of the front car seat, suddenly wailing, nosebleeds flowed.

"Lao San, how did you drive the car?!" He cursed, and the driver murmured a few words and ignored him. The sharp-mouthed man thought he hadn't heard, and the paper plugged his nose. Seeing Qi Yan still looking at him, he cursed: "Look at him, believe it or not, I cut you?!"

Qi Yan smiled and said, "I advise you not to do this, otherwise it won't be the nose."

"Hey, you're addicted to pretending to be a magic stick, right?" But the sharp-mouthed man, just about to punch Qi Yan, the car suddenly turned and his head hit the window with a "bang".

He clutched his head and wailed a few times, and when he looked up at Qi Yan, a sense of fear was already in his eyes. Once it was a coincidence, but both times, things were a bit wicked. So after this time, he sat back honestly and even moved aside to make more room for Qi Yan.