Chapter 296 Fu Qingyang's Summons

"Get out!"

Guan Ya put her hands on the steering wheel, looked forward, and shouted coldly with a cold face.

This was a bad night. Although she was reluctant to come, her younger dress was a true reflection of her inner feelings.

She was looking forward to this dinner.

However, the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment. The protagonist of today's dinner was not her, but a mysterious corpse. She was not like most girls who were warmly received by her boyfriend's family for the first time.

They didn't even bother to ask about her age and family background.

If it were a little girl, she would have been crying in the car by now. Guan Ya was not a little girl, but she felt wronged.

"Get out!"

Seeing that Zhang Yuanqing was reluctant to move, Guan Ya repeated it with a stronger tone.

After she lost her temper, she took a deep breath and said:

"Sorry, Yuanshi, I'm in a bad mood now, please go out. We'll talk tomorrow if there's anything."

Guan Ya's expression and tone have returned to normal, and she has controlled her emotions very well.

But the calmer she is, the more Zhang Yuanqing can't leave. According to his life mentor, the "inseparable" relationship between him and Guan Ya is all the residual heat brought by the price of the suit that day.

This "residual heat" will both heat up and ferment, and will also cool down and fade away, depending on how he operates.

If this matter is not resolved today, he will definitely be thrown away if he holds Guan Ya's hand again tomorrow. If he flirts with her again the day after tomorrow, she will definitely change the subject with a smile.

Failure at the last hurdle.

Guan Ya may not reduce her favorability towards him, but she will think that her image in his family's heart is so bad.

Is there a future for falling in love with this man?

Once love becomes rational, it is destined to go further and further away and finally become ordinary friends.

——These are the original words of the life mentor.

"Sister Guan Ya, the one who possessed the corpse just now was the goddess of Sanda Mountain. When she descended in the killing copy, she quietly left a mark in the demon-suppressing pestle. As long as I take it out from reality, her soul can descend into reality."

Zhang Yuanqing told her everything about the old man's arrival.

He believed that with Guan Ya's insight, she should have seen through some clues long ago.

"Sandaoshan Niangniang?" Guan Ya frowned slightly, and said with a worried look: "Will her existence pose a safety hazard to you?"

Zhang Yuanqing shook his head:

"Not for the time being, the centurion is out of the dungeon today, and he and the dog elder should come to me tomorrow, and then I will consult their opinions."

After a pause, he held Guan Ya's hand and whispered:

"I will explain to my grandparents and will not let them misunderstand you."

Huh, it's good to explain clearly. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then heard Guan Ya pull out her hand and said in a light tone:

"It's best not to deal with this level of existence, even if she seems decent, anyway, you have a plan. Yuanshi, you get off first, I should go back."

Hmm? Still useless? Zhang Yuanqing was stunned for a moment, then said with a joking smile:

"I won't leave, Sister Guan Ya, please don't be angry. We haven't eaten yet, come with me, I'll talk to my grandma and the others clearly."

"No need, it will only be awkward if you go up now. Yuanshi, if you really want to do this for my own good, get off the car, you are an adult, please be more mature." Guan Ya said lightly.

"Sister Guan Ya, this is a misunderstanding. My grandma and the others don't dislike you, they just think I'm two-timing, it's all my fault"

No matter how Zhang Yuanqing explained, Guan Ya's face remained cold.

I'm at a loss for words, how to coax a girl in this situation? Zhang Yuanqing grinned secretly.

He deeply realized that dating with girls and making friends are two different things.

Some things cannot be solved by high emotional intelligence, what is needed more is experience.

Experience is right, ask a life mentor Zhang Yuanqing secretly took out his mobile phone, opened the chat software, and sent a message for help to Lingjun.

——This is what he took in his pocket when he replayed the scene of taking the Demon-Subduing Pestle.

Yuanshi Tianzun: "There is a problem with my relationship with Guan Ya. I asked her to have dinner at home tonight. Because of some accidents, another female friend was also present. My family thought I was two-timing and was not enthusiastic about her. Then, because of some things, my family did not have a very good impression of her. The scene was too embarrassing and could not be explained in a few words."

Yuanshi Tianzun: "I have explained the problem of that female friend to her and promised to explain it to her family to save her image. But it seems to be useless. Her attitude is very cold. I don't know how to coax her. What should I do? I am waiting online. It's urgent."

He sent two messages in a row.

After more than ten seconds, the phone vibrated and Lingjun's reply came.

Lingjun: "Most men in this world always think they can reason with their girlfriends, and always think they are right and their girlfriends shouldn't get angry, but they ignore emotions. Just like when we lost our temper as children, did our parents reason with us? It was useless. Any child who is willing to listen to their parents' reasoning is afraid of the stick in their parents' hands."

Yuanshi Tianzun: "Please stop talking nonsense!"

Lingjun: "Your description is too vague. First of all, I want to confirm that the problem with the female friend has been explained clearly? Did she believe it? Or was she just perfunctory to you. If you are the reason why she lost control of her emotions, then I suggest you apologize sincerely, or cry bitterly with regret, show your attitude first, and then leave, don't entangle, because at this time, the woman doesn't want to see you, she needs to calm down."

Yuanshi Tianzun: "It's definitely not my problem. In addition, the female friend's matter has been explained clearly."

Lingjun: "Then, her emotional problem The reason for the problem is that your family has a bad impression of her. She is anxious and even has the idea of ​​self-destruction. She just wants to escape quickly. To be more pessimistic, she even wants to draw a clear line with you. "

Yuan Shi Tian Zun: "I said I would explain for her."

Ling Jun: "No, no, no, explaining for her is the most basic. A dinner party full of expectations has become like this. Think about what she needs most now? It is your promise, your comfort, and your care. Most women are actually sensible, but in terms of feelings, they are easily emotional, so men need to explain first and then comfort their emotions. "

Yuan Shi Tian Zun: "I know, coax her, but it doesn't work."

Ling Jun: "Be more intense, kiss her. Let her know your heart and let her understand your feelings for her. If sweet words don't work, express your love in a more intense way. Go ahead, young man. Stop talking, I'm having dinner with my girlfriend. "

Kiss her?

Zhang Yuanqing couldn't help but look at Guan Ya. Except for the day when he left the killing copy, he couldn't help but kiss the old driver. He had no experience or courage in kissing.

If you can force a girl to kiss you anytime and anywhere without any psychological pressure, you are either a pervert or a love veteran.

Zhang Yuanqing is neither of them.

Just when he hesitated, Guan Ya exploded and gritted her teeth and said:

"It's really difficult for you to chase me down. Now it's okay. I'm not angry. Please go home and play with your phone, Mr. Zhang."

Just after she finished speaking, she saw Zhang Yuanqing seemed to have made up his mind. He came over with a desperate expression, held her face with his hands, and bit her.

Guan Ya's eyes widened instantly. She forgot to resist because of astonishment, confusion and being caught off guard. After a few seconds, her eyes trembled and she reacted.

She pushed and beat the boy's shoulders and chest with all her strength. Fortunately, they were all in the Saint Realm. If it was an ordinary man, Guan Ya would have beaten him to death with his sternum and shoulder bones broken.

It was still as soft and fragrant, but the force of the beating was much heavier than last time. Zhang Yuanqing bit the old Si Ji's lips, took a breath, and then sucked harder. Considering that the other party was in a forced state, he was unwilling and did not dare to stick out his tongue for fear of being bitten.

But the girl's wet, hot and soft lips were better than the delicacies in the world.

Guan Ya was reluctant to use "violence" on him after all, otherwise a finger of sword energy would make Yuanshi Tianzun feel cold.

She supported her hands on Zhang Yuanqing's chest and pushed her head back, trying to escape.

She leaned back, and Zhang Yuanqing leaned forward, biting Guan Ya's lips tightly.

Until Guan Ya's head hit the car window, she was half-falling and half-lying, and Zhang Yuanqing's upper body had already fallen on the driver's seat, with his hands supporting the seat.

"Woo, woo."

Guan Ya was embarrassed and angry, and a low whimper came from her throat.

In the dim and narrow car, the two people's rapid breathing echoed, and the "sizzling" sucking sound was heard from time to time.

Guan Ya's body gradually softened, the force of beating and pushing weakened, and a blush climbed up her cheeks and ears. Her fierce eyes gradually became blurred, covered with a layer of mist, and her eyes were as charming as silk.

A few minutes later, Zhang Yuanqing raised his head and left Guan Ya's mouth.

Guan Ya half leaned against the car door, her cheeks were hot, and her slightly swollen mouth exhaled rapid breaths, and her plump chest and abdomen rose and fell violently.

Zhang Yuanqing half supported the seat, leaned forward, his head against the roof of the car, and panted slightly.

The two of them stared at each other, one with seductive eyes and the other with fiery eyes.

One more time. Zhang Yuanqing swallowed his saliva, freed one hand, put it under Guan Ya's buttocks, and lifted her up from the seat with a slight lift.

He fell down and took Guan Ya back to the co-pilot seat.

The space in the sports car was too narrow, and the two bodies were close together. Zhang Yuanqing could clearly feel the fullness and softness of Guan Ya's chest. He lowered the seat back and tried to expand the space as much as possible so that Guan Ya's upper body could be completely close to him.

He held Guan Ya's buttocks with one hand, kneading the elastic but extremely soft buttocks, and the other hand reached into the T-shirt, stroking the delicate and smooth jade back, and touching the bra straps.

From beginning to end, Guan Ya did not resist.

Zhang Yuanqing held Guan Ya's lips again. This time, he boldly stretched out his tongue and teased the clove tongue behind the pearly teeth.

Guan Ya was reluctant at first and dodged awkwardly, but as he touched her, her hormones gradually secreted and she became emotional. She began to half-heartedly give in and finally responded fiercely.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Yuanqing felt his lips and tongue numb, and finally held Guan Ya's face and ended the long kiss.

The old driver, with half-closed eyes, opened her eyes slightly and looked at him, as if she was still not satisfied, and then buried her head in his chest, and the two of them panted slightly.

There was probably a dozen seconds of silence, Zhang Yuanqing hugged Guan Ya's waist and whispered:

"Sister Guan Ya, take me home, I can imagine that grandpa and grandma have prepared the torture instruments, waiting for me to go back and fall into the trap. Alas, grandpa, who has been a sheriff all his life, can't tolerate any sand in his eyes. I don't know how to explain the matter of the Three Mountains Goddess."

Guan Ya hummed softly.

Zhang Yuanqing felt that she no longer had any resentment in her heart. To be more precise, it was the tenderness and sweetness between lovers that suppressed the resentment and anger.

Lingjun was right. A hearty kiss was far more useful than explanation, and it could make her understand the man's intentions.

But verbal comfort was also necessary. Zhang Yuanqing said:

"My grandpa and grandma are reasonable. We will go upstairs and explain it clearly later."

"You go, I won't." Guan Ya rolled her eyes.

The tone has changed drastically from before. It was cold and distant before, but now it is coquettish.

"That's fine!"

Zhang Yuanqing gently stroked Guan Ya's tight and delicate waist. Her T-shirt was lifted to her chest unconsciously, revealing a large area of ​​white skin.

The small waist is narrow and thin, the waistline is attractive, and the extremely low body fat makes the skin feel tight and smooth.

Guan Ya seemed to remember something, raised her charming face, and glared at Zhang Yuanqing:

"Why is your aunt targeting me?"

"Did she?" Zhang Yuanqing looked confused: "I thought she didn't lie, didn't you tell her that at the time?"

Guan Ya snorted:

"I'm a scout, how can she hide her little thoughts from my eyes? She just wants to drive me away and make your grandparents hate me."

Zhang Yuanqing was furious:

"Okay, this Jiang Yuzhu, actually secretly targeting you, no one wants her, but she can't stand me finding a beautiful and virtuous girlfriend, I'll hang her up and beat her when I go back."

Guan Ya looked at him a few times, curled her lips and said:

"No sincerity."

Forget it, my aunt belongs to the category of aunts and uncles, and the meaning of the existence of aunts and uncles is to be despised.

Suddenly, her eyes widened and she said angrily:

"Don't stab me with your three-centimeter heirloom."

While speaking, she changed her posture, trying to avoid something, but the space in the sports car was so small, and she was tall, so she couldn't avoid the annoying thing.

Hearing this, Zhang Yuanqing said unconvincedly:

"It's obviously a thirty-centimeter heirloom."

"Hey, a thirty-centimeter needle. Well~you, I'm really angry if you push me again"

"Then don't move, if you move again, the soft seat will become a socket."

After a moment of peace, Guan Ya suddenly said:

"What's the matter with the female ghost who called you husband?"

Zhang Yuanqing thought, what's coming will come, and digging up old accounts is a common skill for women.

"That's the boss of the haunted house level of Jinshui Amusement Park. Later, I took her in as a spirit servant. Calling me husband is her setting, but in fact our relationship is innocent."

"Really?"

"What's with your questioning look? My last name is Zhang, not Ning." Zhang Yuanqing said confidently and openly.

He and the ghost bride were indeed pure.

"What about your corpse? The spirit servant possessed the corpse." Guan Ya stopped talking, she believed that Yuan Shi could understand what she meant.

"I saw vulgarity, perversion, and evil in your eyes. People can't, or at least shouldn't. Besides, my last name is Zhang, not Xu."

"What does this have to do with the surname Xu."

"You don't need to know."

After lying on him and mumbling for a few minutes, Guan Ya climbed up from the little boy, sat back in the driver's seat, pulled down the hem of her T-shirt, pulled down the makeup mirror embedded in the sun visor, and while tidying up her clothes, she looked in the mirror and found that her mouth was swollen.

It was red and swollen, no wonder her mouth felt numb.

The second time I kissed in my life, I was kissed like this.

"Get out of here, I'm going home."

Guan Ya said angrily.

Zhang Yuanqing nervously typed the password and opened the security door.

The living room was brightly lit. Dinner was over. Grandpa sat in the main seat, drinking tea in silence. My uncle and his family did not leave. My aunt sat in the living room with my aunt watching TV, while my uncle and cousin drank tea with my grandfather.

Grandma was washing dishes in the kitchen.

The meal was over, but people did not leave. Why was it self-evident?

Hearing the sound of the security door opening, the three men at the dining table and the two women in the living room looked over.

Grandpa looked at his grandson who entered the living room expressionlessly, and his voice was cold and majestic: "Come here!"

Zhang Yuanqing walked over obediently.

Grandpa's face was serious: "What's wrong with those two girls? Which one is your girlfriend?"

"Guan Ya is my girlfriend, and the other one is really an ordinary friend." Zhang Yuanqing explained.

"Why would an ordinary friend come to our house? She was able to enter the house. Either you brought her in, or you told her the password. You told an ordinary friend the unlocking password?"

Grandma came out of the kitchen and asked repeatedly.

This, this, you are old, isn't your logic too meticulous? Zhang Yuanqing didn't know how to make it up for a while.

If this matter can be made up, it would be too much of a disrespect to the IQ of the retired sheriff and sheriff's wife.

Zhang Yuanqing had to say:

"Guan Ya is indeed my girlfriend, but she is shy, and because she had met you before, she was reluctant to come. So I wanted to find a good friend to come to my house to make up for it. Unexpectedly, Guan Ya came again"

"Just a good relationship?" Grandpa sneered: "She has an ambiguous relationship with you, right?"

Zhang Yuanqing lowered his head and put on an attitude of being seen through.

The real girlfriend didn't want to come, so she found someone with an ambiguous relationship to pretend to be him. Seeing his attitude, everyone understood.

The aunt sitting on the sofa immediately taught him a lesson:

"Yuanzi, you are wrong. If you are in love, you should be in love properly. Young people can't be fickle."

"I know, aunt." Zhang Yuanqing responded, and assured his grandfather:

"I won't do this in the future."

The grandfather's face suddenly improved, and he snorted:

"Next time I find you like this, I will break your legs."

The elders are biased and double-standard. Even the upright retired police chief can only give a stern warning.

Grandma was more biased towards double standards. She immediately put aside her grandson's crime of two-timing and asked:

"What's the matter with Guan Ya? Is what Yu'er said true?"

Zhang Yuanqing turned her head and glared at her aunt, angrily:

"Grandma, don't listen to her nonsense. Guan Ya and I did know each other in Bingge's case and have private contacts, but she went to Pingtai Hospital to investigate the case.

"At that time, someone saw the wanted criminal appear in Pingtai Hospital. It was suspected that there were accomplices working in the hospital. She was a security guard, so she pretended to be pregnant and went to the doctors in the hospital to get information."

When grandma heard this, she remembered that Pingtai Hospital had indeed experienced a terrorist attack. "Yuanjun, is it true?"

Chen Yuanjun rubbed the deep Sichuan-shaped wrinkles between his eyebrows: "She and I are not in the same system, but what Yuanzi said should be correct."

"So that's the case." Grandma glared at her daughter fiercely: "You just know how to talk nonsense. You are so old, but you don't think before you speak. "

Jiang Yu'er ignored her mother's scolding. She looked at Zhang Yuanqing silently. There was no sadness or joy in her dark and bright eyes. She was calm, but in her deeper eyes, there seemed to be something hidden, like sadness, helplessness, pain, and unwillingness. Zhang Yuanqing felt flustered for no reason.

At this time, grandma said awkwardly and ashamedly:

"Then, invite her home for dinner next time. Yuanzi, I haven't eaten dinner yet. I'll heat it up for you."

"No, it's a hot day, just eat it like this." Zhang Yuanqing sat down and picked up the meal he had just eaten. It was already cold, and the dishes were cold too.

"Husband."

Before he could enjoy his dinner, the ghost bride who had watched the whole farce in the living room floated over faintly and resentfully, and said in a sad voice:

"That woman, is she your fiancée? "

Zhang Yuanqing covered his mouth and whispered:

"Concubine, it's a concubine."

Really, after coaxing people, you still want to deceive ghosts.

Late at night.

On the rooftop of a residential building, the evening breeze blew up the black hair and the bright red skirt.

On the edge of the rooftop, a woman wearing a silver mask sat. The long skirt in the style of the Song Dynasty was complicated and gorgeous, with cloud patterns on the sleeves and chest with gold thread sleeves.

The eyes under the silver mask stared blankly at the dazzling night view below. The hot and noisy day was over, but the night did not bring tranquility to the city.

Neon lights converge into a winding road, and cars with high beams on shuttle back and forth under the street lights.

Amid the neon lights, there are tall buildings rising from the ground, and pedestrians are walking downstairs.

People in the building and downstairs are enjoying their own time.

The Palace Master of Stop Killing gently shakes her white jade feet under her skirt, staring at the night view in a daze.

Until the subtle footsteps sounded from the stairs, a middle-aged uncle with an afro, a big belly, and unkempt appearance climbed the stairs and came to the rooftop.

"Palace Master!"

The Crazy Love Master bowed and said, "The information you are looking for, Guan Ya, a member of the second team of Kangyang District, has been collected."

He paused and said:

"Guan Ya is a child of the Lingjing family, the Fu family, and is a cousin of Fu Qingyang. Her mother is the sister of the current head of the Fu family, Lingjing ID Fu Xue.

"Her father is a second-level prosecutor of the Tianfa Organization and holds real power. The two are now divorced, but neither has remarried. Moreover, this prosecutor still has many business dealings with the Fu family, and they are relatively solid allies.

"It is not clear why Guan Ya came to Songhai to work, but I asked someone in the Five Elements Alliance to check her personal information and found that her personal credit was blacklisted.

"She seems to be disliked by the elders of the Fu family. She lives in Songhai entirely on Fu Qingyang's support. The specific reason is too short to verify."

The Lord of Stop Killing turned his back to him and said lightly:

"Enough! You go back first."

The Crazy Love Sage bowed and left.

When he retreated back to the stairs, the light footsteps became farther and farther away until they disappeared. The Lord of Stop Killing looked at the night view and suddenly said:

"He has been promoted to a saint."

A lazy laugh came from the dark stairs:

"I know, this means our plan is on the right track."

The Lord of Stop Killing supported the edge of the rooftop with both hands, still without looking back, muttering to himself:

"I often wonder if giving the role card of the Demon Lord to him is the right choice. Maybe he can live happier and more easily."

The voice at the stairs put away its lazy smile and said in an extremely serious tone:

"The Demon Lord's opportunity can only be digested by him. He is a natural night wanderer and he inherited his father's talent."

"But it is also possible that he will repeat his father's mistakes." The Lord of Stop Killing whispered.

"What's wrong with you today?" the voice said in a deep voice.

The Lord of Stop Killing did not answer.

After a short silence, the voice said:

"You used your telekinesis as a needle and your own soul as a thread to sew up his broken spirit, but this is only a stopgap measure. If he does not inherit the Demon Lord's role card, he will not survive. This is his fate.

"In order to save him, your soul was damaged, your temperament changed drastically, and you fell from the Domination Realm to the Saint. It was not easy to recover some of your strength. You have done so much for him, but now you feel that you should give him a stable life?"

The Lord of Stop Killing said softly:

"I just feel that he has grown up suddenly. Maybe, it doesn't have to be me who stays with him."

"Put away your stupid thoughts." The voice at the stairs said:

"When he inherits everything from the Demon Lord, the prophecy of the Bright Compass will come true. The days of peace will not last long. In the war between camps, there will only be life and death, and there will be no coexistence. He has no way out, and neither do we. "

"I know," the Palace Master of Stop Killing raised his white wrist, waved it, and said, "Go!"

There was no more sound at the dark staircase.

The next day, Zhang Yuanqing got up with a yawn, and happily took out his mobile phone, intending to send a morning greeting message to Guan Ya.

But when he opened the chat software, the first thing he saw was the avatar of Bai Yishengxue, and an unread message:

"Come to Fujia Bay!"

Fu Qingyang was calling him.

Has the Centurion finished his rest? Zhang Yuanqing quietly exited the chat software, logged into the official forum, and checked the forum posts.

Well, I didn't see Yuan Ting's revelations.

No big problem!

He was in a good mood and put on his clothes.