Chapter 1795 He Is Not Worthy of You

Is this reason okay?

Qing'er was both angry and amused, so she simply said with a gloomy face: "Even so, you shouldn't have come to my house so late at night. You can return the key anytime you want, but now?"

A Yao held the key tightly in his palm, and after a while he suddenly sneered: "Sister Qing'er, I went in and out of your house so many times before, and you were not angry. Why are you so angry today?"

"I was angry before, but you just didn't see it!" Qing'er glared at him.

"Isn't it because you have guests today, so you don't want to see me?" He laughed hoarsely, with pain in his voice.

While speaking, the boy raised his eyes slightly and his eyes fell on her. There was a deep and obscure emotion surging in his dark eyes, which made his temperament sharper than ever.

Qing'er's heart beat wildly, and suddenly she didn't know what to say.

Obviously, her strong medicine worked, but she didn't feel happy to see A Yao jealous and even painful for this. Instead, a sour emotion kept fermenting in her heart.

Although she told herself not to be fooled, this guy might be trying to trick her again, the pain and obscurity in his eyes were so strong that she could hardly believe he was acting.

"...I do have guests tonight." Qing's tone softened unconsciously, "Give me back the key and go back to rest early."

Ling Yunzheng was in the bathroom and could come out at any time. She didn't want to solve these childish emotional problems in front of a third person. She should find a chance to talk to this guy again... As a sister, she would let him do it once.

Qing'er finally convinced herself in her heart.

But A Yao obviously didn't receive her peace signal. His face was terribly cold, and his right hand was clenched tightly. The veins on the back of his hand were bulging. The next second, he suddenly walked towards her.

Qing'er was frightened by his impending appearance, and she couldn't help but take a step back, her tone also increased with panic: "Ayao!"

This subconscious retreat and panic fell into Ayao's eyes, but it became some kind of evidence, forcing his eyes to redden.

"Sister Qing'er..." His voice was already hoarse, "That man is not worthy of you. His surname is Ling, not Yu. He has no blood relationship with Yu Shuhang. He can't inherit Fengxi Technology. And the venture capital company he founded is basically dancing on the edge of a knife, which is very risky. What's more, he is a playboy and has more than ten exes."

Qing'er was so angry that she laughed, but before she could say anything, Ling Yunzheng's voice with a smile suddenly sounded: "Hey, isn't this the little prince of the Jiang family? It's not a educated way to make up bad things about others behind their backs."

Ayao immediately looked at the source of the voice, and his dark eyes were even darker. He pursed his lips tightly and released his hostility without any scruples.

Even though Ling Yunzheng was nearly ten years older than him and had seen a lot of things, he was still frightened by the hostility he exuded, but he soon laughed and walked to Qing'er: "What's wrong?"

Qing'er looked at him and saw that he was still wearing a suit, and was a little speechless: "Didn't I get you pajamas? Why are you still wearing them so showy?"

"We have guests here, it's so impolite to wear pajamas."