Quick Wear: Everyone dislikes you, but you are always coveted by the boss

Chapter 281 The Notorious Two-Faced Fairy 44

The sound of a gunshot caused Qing Wan's pen to pause slightly. He was already coloring with watercolors, and that pause ruined the whole painting.

Fans were filled with regret, and when Qing Wan turned her gaze from the window to the screen again, she suddenly saw clusters of flowers exploding on the screen, and all kinds of expensive gifts appeared in an endless stream, making it difficult to take in.

For more than ten minutes, he kept brushing the highest standard rose bouquets, each bouquet costing 2999. After more than ten minutes, he spent nearly a million on rewards alone.

The fans in the live broadcast room were stunned.

[Is it me who is left behind by the inflation in this world? 】

【This is awesome, sir! 】

[Who the hell is this? He is so generous, is he trying to become the top anchor? ]

[Don’t you want to call me in the front? Don’t you know who Qi Tan’s boyfriend is? ]

[It's so funny, what are you afraid of? According to Lu Ershao's temper, he has no idea how many girlfriends he has had. Otherwise, why hasn't he appeared in Qi Tan's videos or live broadcasts for such a long time? ]

……

The barrage of comments was noisy, Qing Wan just glanced at it and ignored it.

When the gift special effects finally faded, the number one on the list with a golden frame posted a barrage.

[Can I buy a painting? ]

【Yours, all of them. 】

【I love so much. 】

Because he spent so much, his barrage of comments stopped directly in the middle of the screen, so conspicuous that it was difficult to ignore.

Qingwan never showed her face during the live broadcast, and the camera was always facing the canvas. When she saw those comments, a playful smile appeared on her lips.

Calculating the time, Song Jingheng should have been out of the sanatorium for a while. Now that he can come to her live broadcast room and give gifts like this, it means that he has completely controlled the Song family and is no longer bound by anything.

Just a little more stimulation and he would completely lose control and plunder like a mad dog.

The smile in Qing Wan's eyes was filled with malice, and she turned and said, "I'm sorry, these paintings of mine are for my boyfriend, and I don't plan to sell them to anyone."

After hearing this, the audience in the live broadcast room started asking about her boyfriend, mixed with some sarcastic insults, but they were quickly suppressed by the messages from fans.

Qing Wan continued coloring while tilting her head to look at the messages in the barrage, picking out a sentence or two to say.

"Well, I've drawn a lot for him."

"Are there any naked bodies? Yes, but they definitely can't be put up here."

"No, that's my exclusive model. Of course, it can only belong to me."

The nonchalant smile was sweet and charming, as if just mentioning that person could make her palpitate.

Song Jingheng, who was sitting in the back seat of the car, lowered his eyelashes, and it was impossible to tell the emotion in his eyes. He seemed to be wrapped in a layer of shadow, as if something was collapsing.

He originally wanted to restrain himself...

Song Jingheng's trembling fingertips fell on Qing Wan's hand holding the paintbrush through the screen, and his strength increased uncontrollably.

After a long time, hearing Qing Wan's smiling voice, he suddenly raised his eyelashes, and his long bloodshot eyes turned dark.

"Let's do it."

As soon as a whisper-like sigh fell to the ground, all the mercenaries outside the car who were ready to go quickly surrounded the main house of the Zhuang family. All the residents around were cleared out. In the long and silent night, the long wind carried a sharp smell of blood.

Zhuang He noticed something unusual and turned his head to look out the window. Before he could look away, Lu Jinan kicked him out and he hit the wall with a bang.

Lu Jinan, with blood on his eyebrows and eyes, did not give people time to react. He strode over, grabbed Zhuang He's hair, pressed him against the wall, and clamped down on all his resistance.

Both of them were in a very miserable state, their breathing was unstable, and their brows and eyes were full of hostility, especially Lu Jinan. Although Zhuang He's shot missed, it still penetrated the flesh on his arm.

Even though the bone was not injured, the hole still continued to bleed.

The bodyguards he brought with him were also fighting with the dealer's people. In the chaotic living room, the sound of fists hitting flesh mixed with groans, and the smell of blood became stronger and stronger.

The madness in Lu Jinan's bones was aroused. The corners of his eyes turned bloodshot. He grabbed Zhuang He's hair tightly with jealousy and was about to smash him against the wall regardless of the consequences.

Bitch!!

You should die!!

The bloody hatred broke through the constraints of reason, but at the critical moment, several dull and subtle gunshots rang in his ears one after another.

At the same time, Lu Jinan felt a sudden sharp pain in the back of his neck, and his whole body quickly became numb and stiff, unable to move at all.

It's a tranquilizer gun.

With a "bang", Lu Jinan lost his balance and fell to the ground. Zhuang He was also shot in the thigh. Even though he pulled the gun out quickly, his hands and feet inevitably became stiff, so that he sat against the wall and couldn't move.

The two of them opened their eyes with difficulty and looked over. Several mercenaries broke in from the windows all around and were very agile and solved all the dangers very quickly.

Zhuang He didn't even need to think about it, as he could do such a brazen thing in a wealthy area. Sure enough, within a few seconds, he heard the sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground.

The rules are restrained, as if every step has been calculated with extreme precision, and the time intervals are almost the same.

Zhuang He, whose whole body was anesthetized, struggled to open his eyelids, and as expected, he saw Song Jingheng walking straight upstairs.

He came to take Qingwan away.

No.

Absolutely not! !

Zhuang He stared at Song Jingheng's back. The latter looked back as if he sensed something. When he met his gaze, he suddenly let out a bloody and weird laugh.

If solving subsequent problems would not take up his time, he would have dealt with these dirty bitches long ago!

Song Jingheng's resentful and jealous eyes were as sharp as if they wanted to cut a piece of flesh from Zhuang He and Lu Jinan, but when he turned his gaze back to the front, it became affectionate and gentle again.

Qing Wan upstairs could also guess what was happening downstairs, but she was as calm as a rock. She pretended to know nothing and continued to paint while chatting with fans in the live broadcast room.

Because her live broadcasts are very popular and her account grew very quickly, she has a lot of fans and many jealous colleagues.

The black fans mixed in with the live broadcast fans slandered and threw dirty water on her, saying that she didn't dare to show her face now because she was extremely ugly, and that she and Lu Jinan were all hype, and that Lu Jinan was just using her to make money and other provocative rhetoric.

Qing Wan glanced at it and didn't care, which made the black fans even more rampant. However, when they were halfway through cursing, there was a sound of a door opening in the quiet live broadcast room.

Qing Wan, who was "concentrating" on painting, seemed to mistake the visitor for Zhuang He, and without even looking up, ordered: "Help me get the box of paintbrushes next to the table."

The footsteps at the door paused slightly, and then became flustered.

Qing Wan seemed to finally notice something unusual. Just as she was about to look up, a pale, slender hand with a gauze wrapped around the wrist suddenly handed the box of paintbrushes to her.