The redemption target wants me to attack him [Quick Travel]

Chapter 20 Disabled False Young Master

Qi Hanchuan strode forward, stopped Yu Xuxu, cleanly cut his hands behind his back, and pressed him to the wall, his voice was low and cold, and his tall body was imposing:

"Where is the camera?"
Yu Qiongzhi was stunned, and her expression was suddenly covered with a layer of frost.
Such tactics were common in shopping malls, and Yu Qiongzhi reacted quickly and called the security guard.
Yu Xuxu was forced to stop, clinging to the cold wall, struggling to no avail, looking at Qi Hanchuan with wide eyes, and his body trembled slightly: "What camera?"
Qi Hanchuan's eyebrows pressed lightly, and he didn't say a word.
He was about to free up a hand to search his body, Yu Qiongzhi's eyelids jumped, and he hurriedly slid the wheelchair to stop his hand: "I'll come."
Qi Hanchuan glanced down at the young man and took a step away.
Yu Xuxu watched Yu Qiongzhi search out the miniature video recorder from his body, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he struggled but couldn't get rid of the man behind him.
Yu Qiongzhi stared at the miniature video recorder in his hand for a while, sneered, and fell heavily to the ground.
The sound of shattering made Yu Xuxu's face extremely pale, and looking at Yu Qiongzhi's eyes, he couldn't wait to eat his flesh, gritting his teeth and roaring: "Yu Qiongzhi!" You're not good—" A
crisp click sounded in the quiet hallway.
The security guard of the high-end community was very fast, Qi Hanchuan saw the security guard running from the elevator, took Yu Xuxu's chin back, and then handed them Yu Xuxu, who was so pained that his face was twisted and unable to speak.
The security captain obviously heard the sentence that Yu Xuxu blurted out just now, saw the broken camera on the ground, cold sweat on his forehead, and bent down towards Yu Qiongzhi to apologize: "Mr. Yu, Mr. Qi, I'm really sorry, he said it was your brother who let him in, I didn't expect this to happen." The
housing prices and property fees in the community are extremely high, and the point of publicity is also privacy and security, and outsiders who have not greeted the security booth on the white list will not be allowed to enter, and there should really be no such mistakes.
Yu Qiongzhi responded to his apology: "Don't let anyone who hasn't contacted you next time." The
security captain nodded and asked people to come over and deal with the things on the ground.
Qi Hanchuan looked at Yu Xuxu, who was staring at them gloomyly, and his eyes were dark.
Yu Xuxu was taken away.
Qi Hanchuan pushed Yu Qiongzhi into the house, and listened to the young man whisper: "It's good that you noticed it just now, otherwise I don't know what Yu Xuxu will do."
"His words are very pointed." Qi Hanchuan took the scarf that Yu Qiongzhi had untied and put it on the hanger at the door, remembering Yu Xuxu's eyes before leaving, and instructed: "You have to be careful with him, people will do irrational things under extreme resentment."
"Okay, I'll be careful." Yu Qiongzhi nodded obediently, a smile in her eyes.
He pondered for a moment and asked, "Why don't we start first?" Since Yu Xuxu intends to attack me with my identity, it is better to break this relationship yourself, as long as you control the public opinion in the general direction, and save others from always linking me to them.
Qi Hanchuan pushed him to the room, heard the words, and had to remind: "It is indeed possible, but we can't control everyone's thoughts and speeches."
Perhaps there will still be people who look at Yu Qiongzhi strangely, and even more so will attack him with words that are difficult to hear. Although Yu Qiongzhi is no longer as sensitive to the outside world's sight and speech as before, she should still be uncomfortable.
"It's okay." Yu Qiongzhi turned around, naturally holding down the man's hand, and his eyebrows were full of smiles: "It's enough to have you know what kind of person I am, so I don't care what others think."
Qi Hanchuan frowned slightly, he said it too naturally, and he couldn't tell whether he was joking or serious for a while.
At the moment before Qi Hanchuan withdrew his hand, Yu Qiongzhi let go of his hand first, his phoenix eyes blinked lightly, a hint of cunning, and the wind lightly moved away from the conversation and asked: "I don't want to go back to the room now, Qi Hanchuan, are you going to start cooking?"
"You make it better than me, tomorrow Auntie will come to work, take advantage of the last day of today, I want to see how you do it, so that I can learn a little."
After he finished speaking, he slipped his wheelchair and went to the kitchen.
Qi Hanchuan couldn't see that he was deliberately changing the topic, and shook his head helplessly, but the corner of his lips brought out a faint smile.
Compared to maintaining a cold and indifferent appearance, Yu Qiongzhi looks very good now, only twenty-two years old, which is the age of vigor and enterprising, and there is no need to disguise himself all the time.
Masquerade welding on the face is not a good thing. Over time, you may even forget what you used to be, joy, anger and sorrow will not be expressed, all emotions are buried, and there is no difference from a clay statue.
Qi Hanchuan followed, and as soon as he arrived at the kitchen door, the young man took off the apron used for cooking and handed it to him, and asked him with a smile on his lips: "What are you doing delicious today?"
Qi Hanchuan recalled the remaining ingredients in the refrigerator, said a few dishes, and put on his apron.
As soon as he tied the strap at the back, he saw Yu Qiongzhi staring at him without blinking, his bright eyes jumped, and the smile at the corners of his lips gradually expanded.
"Do you like these dishes?" Qi Hanchuan asked with a hint of doubt in his eyes, he remembered that he had done it a few days ago, but he didn't see Yu Qiongzhi like it so much?
"Like." Yu Qiongzhi nodded vigorously and nodded several times, his eyes still staring at him without blinking, not like a dish, but like talking about people.
Yu Qiongzhi's gaze was too hot, and Qi Hanchuan raised his eyebrows and looked at him faintly.
"You do it, I'll not get in the way, watch you do it on the side." Yu Qiongzhi moved his position without changing color, making room for him.
Qi Hanchuan glanced at him, Yu Qiongzhi looked up at him, learned Yu Xuxu just now to make a little pitiful expression, and said softly: "Brother Hanchuan, I'm hungry."
Qi Hanchuan didn't expect him to speak like this, and he almost couldn't help it, turned his head and coughed lightly to endure the sluggish laughter in his throat.
He let Yu Qiongzhi go, put the ingredients in the kitchen, and concentrated on chopping vegetables and cooking.
Seeing the confusion, Yu Qiongzhi turned his wheelchair and retreated, hiding diagonally diagonally, making sure that Qi Hanchuan was concentrating on chopping vegetables, quietly took out the mobile phone in his pocket, and filmed the scene in front of him.
In the photo, the man looks focused, the pure black shirt wrapped in a smooth and tough body, you can faintly see the beautiful muscles under it that are not exaggerated, the small arms exposed by the cuffs are strong and stable, and then down is a pair of moving palms, the finger bones are clearly slender and powerful.
It seems that the man who should appear in the extravagant gilded dinner party is not dressed appropriately under his cold faceFu's blue apron with fresh flowers is chopping vegetables in the kitchen.
The overhead light shone down, coating him with a warm and soft glow.
The strong contrast charm is deadly, it is simply a feast for the eyes, and the special meals are still made for him. While Yu Qiongzhi was annoyed that he didn't follow into the kitchen a few days ago, he took a few more photos obsessively, afraid of being discovered, and reluctantly put the photos into Qi Hanchuan's exclusive hidden album collection for preservation.
There are very few photos in the album, but they are all his treasures.
The moment Qi Hanchuan turned around, Yu Qiongzhi put away his mobile phone casually and looked at him obediently and innocently.
Qi Hanchuan narrowed his eyes, always feeling that he must have done something just now.
"The kitchen is soot, are you really going to be here?" Qi Hanchuan put the cut vegetables on a plate, cleaned his hands, and said, "Didn't you say that you should start first?" Go ahead.
Yu Qiongzhi heard the meaning of rushing customers, and although she was a little regretful, she did not force her to stay: "Then I will go to the living room."
"Well, go ahead."
After Yu Qiongzhi left, Qi Hanchuan retracted his gaze and sent a message to Qiao Nan, asking him to keep an eye on Yu Xuxu, and then pay attention to the news about Yu Qiongzhi, once it is announced there, it must be charged as soon as possible, and it is best to let Yu Qiongzhi not have a malicious comment under his nose.
Receiving the reply, Qi Hanchuan put away his mobile phone, looked at the young man who was calling in the living room, and turned around to continue cooking.
The meal was ready, and Yu Qiongzhi had already finished calling.

"People in the PR department are writing manuscripts, and they send them out almost at night." Yu Qiongzhi slid her wheelchair to the dining table and said.
"Well, let's eat." Qi Hanchuan put the bowl and chopsticks containing the rice in front of Yu Qiongzhi.
"Whoever marries you in the future is really a great blessing." Yu Qiongzhi picked up the chopsticks and sighed casually in a light voice, silently thinking that he would become the most blessed person.
"Marry?" Qi Hanchuan raised his eyebrows, held the chopsticks, and sandwiched a piece of bitter melon for Yu Qiongzhi.
Yu Qiongzhi looked down at the bitter melon that he least liked to eat in the bowl, his phoenix eyes opened slightly, looked at the man opposite, looked at the smiling eyes, was silent for a second, and instantly changed his words from his heart: "It's to marry, marry you." As
soon as the words fell, the atmosphere was a little subtle.
Yu Qiongzhi froze and looked at him with a cry, and the roots of her ears slowly climbed red.
The author has something to say:
Xiaoyu (about to move): Actually, it's not bad to marry.