3287: Simple and Rough is Lu Yan's Style (7)

Simple and Rough is Lu Yan's Style (7)

"It has nothing to do with me." Qiao Fei was as cool as usual.0

"Do you like scented bags?" Lu Yan asked.

"No."

"You took it even if you don't like it?"

"She pushed it into my hand…"

"You're going to place all the responsibility on a woman when you're in trouble and claim you did nothing wrong? Don't tell me that you've never noticed Amy's special attention to you."

Qiao Fei: "…"

"Boss, I…"

"Shut up." Lu Yan gave Amy a vicious look to warn her not to interrupt.

Amy lowered her head and dared not to speak.

"Even if I know about it, what then? I don't care whom she likes; I only know whom I like," Qiao Fei said calmly.

"Oh? Who do you like?" Lu Yan asked.

"You know who."

"How can I know who?" Lu Yan said resentfully.

"Lu Yan, you have no heart." Qiao Fei looked disappointed.

"Whoa! You met another woman behind my back and are now claiming that I have no heart. Qiao Fei, all the people in your family like to slander others. I won't take the blame…" Lu Yan was angry.

"My family? In your heart, I'm the same as them?" Qiao Fei looked hurt.

The people in the Qiao Family were all cold, including the eldest son Qiao Mo, the second son Qiao Nan, and the third son Qiao Fei.

Few people could see the warmth in them.

But Qiao Fei thought he was different from his two elder brothers; only Qiao Nan was a merciless man who killed without batting an eye.

"Aren't you? Aren't you a member of the Qiao Family?"

"I thought you'd be grateful to me after I broke up with my family and stayed with you. It seems… I had been flattering myself," said Qiao Fei.

"Grateful to you? Are you kidding? I fed you and clothed you, and you expect me to be grateful to you? Do you think I like wasting money? I'd rather throw my money into the water than spend it on you if I knew you'd betray me." Lu Yan sneered.

"Yan, are you being serious? You're not kidding?"

"The problem is that I want to be serious with you, but what did you do? When I turned my back, you flirted with the woman in my employ?" Lu Yan roared.

"I didn't flirt…"

"What were you doing then? How did the scented bag end in your hand?" Lu Yan demanded.

At this moment, Amy dropped to her knees before Lu Yan.

"Boss, I'm sorry. I can't control my feelings for Young Master Qiao. It has nothing to do with him; he knew nothing about it… I worked on the scented bag for a long time and wanted him to wear it for safety. I know you guys are masters and I'm your servant, so I don't dare to have any improper thoughts. Please punish me, Boss, because it has nothing to do with Mr. Qiao," Amy lowered her head and confessed to Lu Yan in tears.

"You want to act loyal and shoulder all the responsibilities?" Lu Yan asked.

"It's indeed my fault; I don't want to stand between you and Young Master Qiao."

"Do you damned think you can make everything okay with these words? The damage is done." Lu Yan took out her gun and aimed it at Amy's head.

The other subordinates were startled too.

"Boss, calm down…"

"You guys get out of here… It's my business." Lu Yan roared, and they scrambled to leave the room.

Only Lu Yan, Qiao Fei, and Amy were left in the room.

"Amy, how dare you steal my man?" Lu Yan stared at her coldly.

If she pulled the trigger, Amy would die.

pqdm.com