19

"Got any matches?" Qin Yunfei pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and held it on his lips, speaking gently.

Jovian froze and nodded, handing him a box of matches from the counter.

"How much?"

Jovian: "Dime."

Qin Yunfei hooked the corner of his lips and took out a one dollar coin from his pocket, dropping it on the countertop and bending down to look at him across the counter, "No need to look for it, but you'll have to help me light the cigarette up."

In those narrow eyes was a meaningful look, as if they were looking at prey.

Qiao Wen knew very well that although the demon in front of him didn't even have a name in the original book, he was someone he couldn't afford to offend right now.

After a slight hesitation, he reached out and took out a box of matches, pulling one out of it and rubbing it on fire, holding it up in front of Qin Yunfei and lighting the cigarette on his lips.

Qin Yunfei closed his eyes and took a hard drag, then lifted his eyes and spat out smoke rings at him.

Jovian couldn't avoid it and couldn't help but cough twice.

Qin Yunfei looked at his fair cheeks, which were red from coughing, and a pleasant smile could not help but well up at the corners of his mouth.

His elbows propped on the counter, obviously did not intend to leave immediately, and inhaled two more mouthfuls before speaking slowly: "I heard that pretty boy Nan has a brother who is not in good health, it should be you, right? I didn't pay much attention when I came to the Western District in the past, so ......"

He made no secret of the fact that he was looking the boy across from him up and down, almost with a certain blunt desire in his eyes, and the words that followed spoke for themselves.

Jovian lowered his head to avoid his unbridled gaze, suddenly regretting a little that he hadn't just closed the roll-up door.

Qin Yunfei spat another smoke ring at him and laughed, "Did it scare you just now?"

Jovian frowned slightly, silent.

Qin Yunfei smiled, "Is it because you think we're bad guys?"

Jovian said, "Fei must have your reasons for doing things."

Qin Yunfei laughed lowly and reached out to cover his right hand that was still resting on the counter.

Startled, Jovian was about to retract it when the other man had gently brushed it from the back of his hand, pinched the matchbook next to it, held it up and shook it, teasingly saying, "I'll take this."

"Brother Fei, it's taken care of." Scar's broken voice came through.

Qin Yunfei got up, turned his head to look at the horseman who had gone and returned, and glanced at Qiao Wen, who was sitting in the counter, expressionless, the corner of his mouth hooked down, put the matchbox into his pants pocket, exited the stall, and said, "Alright, let's go back."

Jovian breathed a dark sigh of relief and rubbed the back of his hand against his shirt in disgust.

He was certain that this body, like his own, loathed the touch of strangers.

"Fei, did you just talk to Pretty Boy Nam Ah Tee?"

After walking for a while, Scar asked curiously.

Qin Yunfei held a cigarette in his mouth, smiled lightly, and said, "Has Zhao Ah Si caused any trouble over there recently?"

Scar's face was contemptuous: "What can he cause? If it wasn't for the fact that there's a pretty boy Nan under him who can still do some work, those two gambling stalls wouldn't be enough for the dozens of mouths under him to eat."

"Did you go to Ah Si's field two days ago to cause trouble?"

Scar thought that he was trying to blame himself for being unruly, and immediately changed back to a coy, standard dog-legged look, saying, "A tazza ran to his venue, and I wanted to go catch him, but was blocked by Pretty Boy. I was just impulsive, and I won't be so unruly in the future."

Qin Yunfei laughed lightly, "I don't blame you, Zhao Ah Si is not worthy of my face. It's true that there's only one pretty boy under him, Nan, who still has some skills, but he's just a four-nine boy who doesn't have a climate, no need to put it in your eyes, in the future, find more things for him, it's best to make a scene in front of me and beg me to come."

Scar realized something and his eyes lit up, "I see."

Qin Yunfei and his entourage left but half an hour ago, Chen Canaan, who was originally watching the venue in the Eastern District, hurriedly ran back without knowing who's message he received.

Seeing the blackened bloodstains still remaining on the ground, he spat viciously and drilled into Qiao's stall, indignantly saying, "These sons of bitches, they really hate killing people on the street every day." And worriedly looked at Qiao Wen and asked, "I heard that Fei and the others were fighting with someone over here, did you see it?"

Jovian nodded.

"Did it scare you?"

Jovian laughed, "I'm not that unintimidated."

Chen Canaan said with a handsome black face, "These lack of virtue tortoise grandson's, do so many things that hurt the sky and reason, sooner or later to be retribution." He also said, "That kid is also stupid, even wanted to take the girl in Fei's field to elope, thinking he is a warrior."

Qiaowen thought for a moment and asked, "Where do all the girls in Fei's field come from?"

Chen Canaan said, "Some are bought, some are smuggled to Hong Kong City desperate, there are also some of the family owes money, send their daughters to offset the debt. In short, they are all poor people, since Fei took over the field, the girls inside, a lot of a day to take more than a dozen guests, if they contracted a disease will be thrown into the sea."

After saying a long string of righteous indignation, he realized that he shouldn't be saying this to Qiao Wen, so he waved his hand, "Why am I talking to you about this? It'll spoil your appetite later and you won't be able to eat."

Qiao Wen laughed and said, "Brother Nan, it's fortunate that you're not in the same boat as them."

Chen Canaan snorted, revealing a scornful expression, "Of course I'm different from them."

Qiaowen looked at his unimpressed look and thought to himself that in the original book plot, the lackluster things you did later on were worse than they had ever been.

However, seeing this fellow, who now still had an upright and righteous heart, he felt quite a bit of relief in his heart.

Even if it wasn't for the original little Jovian, he didn't want to see the guy go down the wrong path.

Chen Canaan suddenly said as if he thought of something, "Although Brother Fei seldom comes over here, in the future, when you see him, you must go around him immediately."

"Why?"

Chen Canaan said, "He this person ......" He looked at Qiao Wen's beautiful and clean eyes, some difficult to speak, mumbling for a moment, before continuing, "He men and women all eat, you look so beautiful, in case he looks at it, it will be Trouble."

Qiao Wen recalled Qin Yunfei's frivolous demeanor earlier, and his brows couldn't help but knit lightly.

Chen Canaan waved his hand again and said, "But don't worry, with me around, no one can bully you."

Qiao Wen shook his head in amusement and couldn't help but be a little touched, this cheap brother of the original body was really impeccable to him. So much so that he couldn't help but shake one of the other's hands, "Thank you, Nan."

Chen Canaan was very flattered by his reliance and rubbed his hair, "Who made you my brother?"

Jovian let out a dark breath, being taken care of by a nineteen year old half-grown kid was actually a bit of a shame for him.

*

Although Qin Yunfei made Qiao Wen feel uncomfortable, he didn't put this person of his on his mind, for one thing, it was useless to think about it too much, and secondly, Qin Yunfei was in the original world of the book, and never appeared, so he thought that it wasn't some kind of extraordinary character.

But the original plot has long since changed and you can't go wrong with caution.

The next afternoon, Lin Zi Hui called, saying that his Abba wanted to see the two of them and asked them to go to the Hibiscus Tea Room.

Jovian breathed a sigh of relief, everything was finally going as he expected.

When he and Chen Canaan arrived at the entrance of the Hibiscus Tea Room in a yellow cab, they saw two black Mercedes-Benz cars parked in front of the entrance, and two tall men in black suits standing beside the cars.

As soon as the two of them got off the bus, a teahouse receptionist greeted them and led them inside.

The teahouse had been cleared, and apart from the hospitality there were only a few serious-looking bodyguards left.

Qiao Wen's heart was clear, having been assassinated once, it was only natural that the security for Lin Zhaoming's travels would be upgraded nowadays.

Lin Zhaoming's father and son were already sitting in the box, and were drinking tea happily.

Seeing the people coming, Lin Zi Hui immediately got up to welcome them, "You guys are here?"

Qiaowen nodded and respectfully greeted the man sitting in Judas' seat, "Mr. Lin."

Lin Zhaoming smiled and reached out his hand, "Two young friends, please take a seat."

Qiaowen and Chen Canaan readily accept good advice.

Lin Zhaoming looked at the two with a dimpled smile, but he didn't beat around the bush and got straight to the point: "The way you investigated the mastermind behind the scenes, Zi Hui has already told me."

Qiao Wen and Chen Canaan glanced at each other and smiled, "Then I'm sure Mr. Lin has already checked that Mr. Zhong's accounts."

Lin Zhaoming pulled the corner of his mouth, originally smiling face, suddenly sank, his tone also became serious and cold: "Originally, last time this little brother inadvertently saved me, I was very grateful, also gave you guys should be paid. You said that you would help me investigate the murderer as a token of appreciation, I only took it as your enthusiasm. But your so-called investigation is to use my son to provoke my relationship with my wife's family, what exactly are your intentions?"

Lin Zi Hui's face was shocked, "Abba!"