At this mont, Wang Qiang was dutifully performing his role as the Flower Guardian. Ever since he got off the car, he hadn't left Yang Xue's side, so it's no wonder Wang Zhongyu and the others felt suspicious.
However, Wang Qiang was clearly oblivious to his overly flattering behavior, which had already caught the attention of his companions. He led Yang Xue towards the villa, focused on his own task.
But before he even reached the front door, he heard Wang Zhongyu's slightly teasing "ghost howl
" sound.
"Is it your friend calling you?" Yang Xue's eyes were already large, and with the enhancent of false eyelashes, they looked even rounder and more lively.
"Sigh! It's nothing, don't mind them, I'll take you inside the villa to get acquainted with the place!" Wang Qiang waved his hand grandly, signaling Yang Xue to follow, without turning his head.
Seeing that Wang Qiang didn't respond, Wang Zhongyu and the others were not having it. They imdiately started egging him on without giving him any face:
"Hey, Qiang, what's up, hurry over here!"
"Ah, haven't seen you for a few days, and you're already abandoning us brothers!"
"Exactly, exactly, what's that called, oh right, favoring the new over the old!"
Wen Quanxin, always eager for chaos, uttered the words "favoring the new over the old," causing Wang Qiang's face to darken with embarrassnt.
"You better go see your friends, they seem to really have sothing urgent to talk to you about." Yang Xue felt a bit awkward, too.
"It's nothing, they are just a bunch of idle guys, they can't have anything important, don't mind them, let's go inside." Wang Qiang stubbornly insisted on going inside.
"No, you better go. Otherwise, it feels weird with just the two of us, and it might not look good if others see."
Wang Qiang's persistence made Yang Xue blush, stirring a strange feeling within him.
He steadied himself and quickly turned his head to look behind him, only to see a group of guys winking, making faces, and putting on a mocking gesture.
Seeing this, Wang Qiang shook his head helplessly: "Alright then, you go inside first and take a rest, I'll be right back."
"Okay, I'll wait for you!"
Watching Yang Xue leave, Wang Qiang put his hands on his hips and ran angrily to his group of brothers: "Damn it, I'm here, what's the matter, spit it out!"
"Oh! What's up with the big temper! Co on, calm down." Wu Chao extended his often foot-scratching hand, gently patting Wang Qiang's back, pretending to soothe him.
Wen Quanxin, with a sly grin, teased, "Hehe, we were just curious, where did that chick co from?"
"What are you saying, what's 'chick', can't you be a bit more polite!"
"Oh, oh, oh! Our Master Wang hasn't been seen in a while and now he's a scholar, alright then, as you wish. So, Master Wang, may I ask where the beautiful lady with you ca from?"
Wen Quanxin's sinister tone sounded extraordinarily annoying.
"Brought her over from Liu Fugui's side, what's up? Anything else? Otherwise, I'm leaving!" Wang Qiang looked impatient, but his group of brothers wasn't planning to let him go so easily:
"Hehe, things can't be so simple, right? I saw you and the beauty getting pretty close, co on, confess, did you sweet-talk her into leaving the Factory?" Wang Zhongyu also joined the crowd, but not without winking at Wen Quanxin and Wu, who imdiately caught on and started up the teasing again:
"Yeah, Qiang, you're a grown man, nothing to be embarrassed about, we're all just envious."
To this, Wang Qiang let out a long sigh: "Sigh~ what the hell are you all talking about, what sweet-talking? I just t Yang Xue, there's nothing between us, and I'm warning you, you can joke with , but do not talk nonsense in front of the girl."
"Oh, oh, oh! Everyone listen, gosh, nothing's even started yet and Qiang is already protecting her. But seriously, Qiang, you do have a knack for picking a wife, look at that chick's big butt. Back in our hotown, if you married her, she could definitely give you a big, fat baby boy. Hahaha!"
"Emma, why are you starting a fight now." Before Wang Qiang could erupt in anger, Wen Quanxin and the group scattered like frightened animals, leaving Wang Qiang standing there dumbfounded, his chest heaving with anger.
What the hell is all this? I was just trying to comfort a girl who was emotionally hurt, lonely, and just wanted to help out a little. But why are these guys so gossipy?
Could it be that I've really overstepped? Cald down, Wang Qiang rarely indulged in a bit of self-reflection.
He worried that his actions might have inadvertently caused Yang Xue so distress, which would go against his original intention.
To be honest, he didn't feel that kind of so-called love towards Yang Xue.
Moreover, speaking of Yang Xue herself, her figure was just ordinary, with a perfectly round large butt and sowhat stout and short legs, vastly different from the goddess image Wang Qiang had in mind.
At least, both her appearance and aura couldn't compare to Huang Yaru, whom he t at the beginning of the crisis.
But through the conversations and interactions during this journey, he found that this woman nad Yang Xue was much more approachable and cheerful than he had imagined.
In general, the ti spent together was very happy for Wang Qiang, and this happiness was a kind of unexplainable, worry-free joy that originated from his heart.
Sigh, the more you think about such things, the more confusing they get. Luckily, Wang Qiang has never been soone who likes to delve too deeply and complicate issues.
If so issues can't be understood, then simply don't think about them. Why waste your brain cells on such aningless things?
Anyway, the point he was sure about was that he had no ulterior motives towards Yang Xue, rely wanting to be a big support for her, helping her recover from being abandoned by Liu Yunpeng and allowing this heartbroken girl to regain her unique smile.
After entering the house, Old Zhao imdiately found Xu and Lin and gathered everyone in the villa for a eting in the living room, during which Old Xu spent a good ten minutes explaining the events the villa had gone through that afternoon.
Although they weren't on the scene, through Old Xu's narrative, the returning team of survivors could easily imagine the tense atmosphere at the ti.
Old Zhao stood up and added so hot water to Old Xu's cup, saying lightly, "Old Xu, you've worked hard, have a seat and drink so water."
Xu Renjie nodded indifferently, the lengthy narrative earlier had indeed left his mouth a bit dry.
And before Old Zhao could pick up his teacup, Wen Quanxin suddenly slamd his fist on the round table. (To be continued. If you like this work, welco to Qidian (qidian) to vote for recomndations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please go to m.qidian to read.)
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