Chapter 1780 This Brat, This Bastard

"Ah Yao, stop!" Seeing the boy's back, Qing'er became more and more certain that it was him, and if it wasn't him, why would he stand up and run away!

However, the boy walked faster after hearing her voice. The direction he looked was the door of the bar. He was tall and had long legs, but he disappeared in a few seconds.

Qing'er was so angry that she almost vomited blood, but she still refused to give up and squeezed towards the door with all her strength. The dazzling lights in the bar and the loud music in her ears made her temples pound and her heart beat crazily, like all All the blood rushed to that place, making her tremble uncontrollably because of the heat.

At this moment, she had to admit that this kid succeeded. No matter what his purpose was, she couldn't stand this inexplicable situation anymore. She had to find him today and get an explanation from him!

With such anger, she finally managed to squeeze out of the crowd. Some people tried to stop her and talk to her, but she pushed them away fiercely. However, when she finally rushed out of the door, there was still half a person there.

The cool night breeze blew away the heat on her face, but it could not blow away her anger. Qing'er bit her lips tightly and felt that her eyes were getting hot, so hot that she even wanted to cry.

This is really...

This brat, this bastard!

The next second, her eyes flashed, and a figure suddenly appeared in front of her.

"Sister Qing'er, you are here." The young man's indifferent voice rang out. In the night, his face was blurry, and even his voice had a hint of indescribable weariness.

Qing'er closed her eyes. The next second, she suddenly rushed in front of him and lifted up his collar: "You brat! How dare you hide from me!"

Ah Yao is a bit taller than her, so even if she makes this move, it doesn't seem intimidating, because she still has to look up at him, and he naturally has to lower his eyes slightly when he looks at her.

Qing'er saw an indifferent look of tiredness in his eyes. The sporadic lights at night fell into his pupils, but they didn't illuminate them at all, but his life-threatening look was damn... damn sexy!

She couldn't believe that this idea came to her mind at this moment. She became more and more annoyed and said viciously: "You bastard, talk!"

His thin lips moved, and suddenly he held her hands.

Qing'er trembled slightly, and most of the momentum that had been accumulated for a long time disappeared inexplicably.

"Sister Qing'er, I didn't avoid you on purpose." He said lightly, "I just think it's good for both of us."

"Asshole! If that's the case, why do you have to run over and cook dinner for me every day?" Qing'er gritted her teeth, "You brat, what on earth do you want to do?"

"Don't you like it, sister Qing'er?" He smiled self-deprecatingly, "You can enjoy my care without having to deal with my demands. Isn't this what you want? Or, you think this is not enough, I I must appear in front of you as a good brother, even if I don’t think about it at all? "

Qing'er was speechless and subconsciously defended: "I'm not... who asked you to take care of me! Don't be so self-righteous!"

She said, pushing him hard as if to cover up, and pulling her hand back at the same time.

But her fingertips still retained the warmth of the young man's hand, which made her panic.