Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

Chapter 127 Entertainment Circle: Black Moonlight Training Manual 42

"The world's love is nothing more than the plum soup in white porcelain in midsummer, the sound of broken ice hitting the wall. The world's love disaster is nothing more than the fresh coptis root on black tiles in the coldest days of winter, the sweet heart falling and speaking bitterly."

Chang Qing repeated these words silently in his heart, forgetting when he had heard them. Perhaps he had passed by some world, or perhaps someone had said them unintentionally.

Anyway, it wasn't what she thought.

When she returned home, she happened to see someone moving in next door, so she went back inside without thinking much.

After a while, there was a knock on the door.

The man stood at the door and said with a smile, "Wouldn't you like me to come in and sit down, Lu Sheng?"

Chang Qing frowned slightly: "Why is it you?"

She remembered that there was a rumor a few days ago that a little girl was going to move in next door, but how come it turned out to be Wu Jingan now?

Wu Jing'an was wearing a well-dressed suit and not wearing the decorative glasses. Seeing her blocking the door, his eyes were filled with lazy smiles, and he said, "I have nothing to do, so I moved to another place. It's not too much to visit my neighbors and give them some gifts."

He handed the phone to Chang Qing with a slight smile on his lips.

Chang Qing looked at the person in the photo on his phone, his pupils trembled, and he raised his head to look at Wu Jingan, "What did you do to Jiang Yue?"

Wu Jingan chuckled, and his calm face took on a threatening tone because of his words.

"Nothing, I just want to tell you that I don't like your current attitude. No one can guarantee when something bad will happen to this person."

"After all, many people die in this world every day. One more is not too many, and one less is not too few."

As Wu Jing'an spoke, his clever eyes lingered on the girl's face, as if he was trying to find something.

It was almost dusk, and the two stood at the door without saying a word. The lights in the corridor suddenly went out, and the surroundings fell into darkness.

Wu Jing'an looked at the cold light behind the girl and was distracted for a moment. A spark of fire ignited in the depths of his phoenix eyes. It was such an obvious division between darkness and brightness, half floating in the light and half in the darkness.

She stood in the light, he stood in the darkness, and between them, there was only one step.

"Lu Sheng, come over here."

He suddenly closed his eyes, as if he felt the light falling on his eyelids. His voice was somewhat joyful, even coaxing.

"If you have any serious illness, just go see a doctor. Don't go crazy in front of me." Chang Qing had a blank expression on his face, even showing annoyance.

Wu Jing'an opened his eyes and looked at the annoyance in her eyes. He reached out and grabbed Chang Qing's arm with some nonchalantness, put his elbow on Chang Qing's neck, and pressed her against the door frame.

"You always know just how to piss me off."

Wu Jingan smiled softly: "Do you think I dare not do anything to you?"

"Lu Sheng, be good."

As he spoke, his hand slowly stretched out towards Chang Qing's delicate neck, slowly tightening his strength, looking at the girl's dark eyes which were still without any warmth, still so tough, without showing any sign of begging for mercy.

"I'm your mother."

The girl raised her chin slightly, and suddenly, she showed a provocative smile. The coldness between her brows dissipated, as if the setting sun melted the broken ice, bringing with it an indescribable sense of shock.

Her eyes were slightly red due to excessive suffocation, as if rouge had fallen, with a kind of charm of being on the verge of death, as if a flash of fire had burned up, without any ups and downs, and then burned out.

The two were so close that they could even feel each other's breath.

Wu Jing'an's hand trembled violently. To be honest, his mind was blank. He just felt that he was in an extremely dangerous environment. A feeling of pain and fear intertwined with him, just like the moment when a moth encounters the flame. The extreme pleasure and extreme fear made it impossible for him to concentrate.

He let go.

"Wu Jingan, you are really annoying enough."

The girl's voice was cold, and her pale lips visibly regained their color.

Wu Jing'an didn't pay attention to her words, but had a strange look on his face. He looked at her neck with longing eyes. The warm touch was still lingering between his fingers. He looked at her slightly drunk lips, and his heart skipped a beat.

He felt that he should calm down.

He turned around and left, drove a car to the garage, headed towards his villa, looked at the group of women he kept in the house, and picked two of them at random.

The rest was given to his subordinates.

Maybe he was venting, or maybe he wanted to find that feeling. He looked coldly at the two women with fear in their eyes, but they had to please him. He felt very upset.

"Okay, let's go out."

He spoke to let the two women go down, sorted out his clothes, and walked out of the room. The younger brother immediately came up to him: "Fourth Master, are you dissatisfied? There are new goods recently, and they are very clean. I will let someone accompany you."

Wu Jingan sat on the sofa, smoking a cigar, leaning back, thinking about what would happen to that woman who didn't know how to live or die? Would she cry and beg vaguely?

He tilted his head back and took a puff of cigarette, exhaled the circles of smoke from his eyes into the air, and said gently, "No need, I'm not interested for now. You guys should deal with these women, don't stay in this villa."

I nodded without any surprise. Originally, this harem group was a tool for them to vent their emotions. After disbanding it, it wouldn't be impossible to replace it with a better group. They just happened to be tired of playing with it.

Furthermore, these women are not raised for nothing, some of them are engaged in certain jobs, or they do vulgar live broadcasts on the Internet to help them make money.

Wu Jingan pressed the butt of his cigarette into the ashtray and asked, "How's the last batch of goods?"

"The higher-ups have been investigating very closely recently, and we have also found a traitor among us, but unfortunately he is very stubborn and we have not been able to find out any useful information. According to the Fourth Master's instructions, the brothers have not acted rashly and usually stay in their rooms without even showing their faces."

Wu Jing'an pondered for a moment and said, "It's not a good idea to keep dragging it out like this. We can wait, but some people can't. We have to find a way to give the police something to do so that they don't keep watching us."

He is a real gangster who has a little bit of everything, but he has always been hiding behind the scenes and the police have not discovered him. In recent years, he has set up several companies specifically for money laundering.

Even so, the police noticed his presence.

Perhaps the police had long known that he was the son of a drug lord and that he had committed illegal acts, but they had no evidence and could only watch him get away with it.

After all, he is still an entrepreneur and philanthropist on the surface.