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Chapter 270 Fighting on the Snow
Lin Mi tilted his head, raised his hand and stuffed a piece of firewood into the burning stove.

The flames danced.

According to the light, her face, which was as fine as white porcelain, had a slight blush, which was more attractive than rouge.

Qilan just leaned over to clean up the stove, seeing her so quiet, she guessed something was on her mind.

With her personality, she definitely wouldn't stay with Chris' parents, for fear of causing trouble to others.

Qilan then quietly and tentatively asked: "Why, are you thinking about something?"

Sure enough, Lin Mi nodded when he heard the sound:

"I'm going to go out to work with Chrissy."

Qilan only felt a chill in his scalp.

How can she adapt to that kind of feasting and feasting place.

So, he lowered his voice and shook his head:
"You can't do the job in the dance hall."

Seeing that he disagreed, Lin Mi became anxious:

"Why can't I go out to work?"

"Could it be that Chris has to support me and Dad?"

Although she was born with a golden spoon in her mouth, Lin Mi also showed a strong ability to adapt when her family situation changed drastically.

In any case, she was unwilling to let her father go out to find a job, and she must take the initiative to bear the responsibility of life.

Qilan had never seen Lin Miyou's strong side, and couldn't find the right words for a moment, she was silent for a while, and opened her mouth.

"Mi'er, I can take care of you and Dad."

"If you think the small yard I bought before is not bad, I will move there tomorrow."

Lin Mi rolled his eyes at him.

Didn't he just implicitly say "You don't want to work, I will support you and dad"?

Why is it so difficult for a woman to go out and find something to do?

I told my dad before, but my dad refused;
Now tell my boyfriend, he also disagrees.

She lowered her head, put her hands on her knees, and thought for half an hour before answering his words.

"What you said makes sense. It's not good for us to live here for free. We'll leave tomorrow."

Seeing that she agreed to move, Qilan stomped her feet in excitement:

"I'm going to clean up the sanitation over there tonight, and then I'll do some shopping."

Before the words were finished, the kitchen door slammed, and Mr. Lin stood at the door with a gloomy face.

Lin Mi's sharp eyes saw that his father's complexion was not good, so he quickly stood up and said softly:

"Dad. I just came to see if the food is ready."

Mr. Lin obviously didn't believe it. His daughter had been in the kitchen for a while at least.

He didn't answer Lin Mi's words, strode up to Qilan, and said sharply:
"Although the Lin family is in trouble now, at least there is still a trace of breath hanging, and it is not enough to ask for help."

"When will I agree to let my daughter go with you?"

"Such a big matter, why don't you ask my opinion first?"

"Do you want to take advantage of people's dangers and rob people, you answer me!"

Mr. Lin asked three questions in a row, which made Qilan blush and fidget.

He wanted to explain to Mr. Lin several times that he was just out of kindness and didn't mean to "take advantage of others' danger".

But in front of Lin Mi, there is really no need to argue with her father. If she wins the argument, the elders will lose face.

Lin Mi glanced at Qilan, then at his father, as if his leg was stuck to the melted candy, so he could only worry about where he was.

One side is her lover and the other side is her father. She wants to help both sides, but she is afraid that helping one side will make the other feel sad.

Seeing Qilan bowed his head and said nothing, Mr. Lin was afraid that his words would go too far, so he shut his mouth and came over to pull his daughter out.

At this moment, there was a loud noise from the roof of the kitchen, as if someone was jumping vigorously on it.

The tiles rattled and fell piecemeal, staged a realistic version of "revealing tiles in the upper room".

Seeing this, Mr. Lin signaled Lin Mi and Qilan to be silent, and followed him to hide under the big kitchen table.

It was too late and then fast, the beams of the house suddenly shook a few times, and then there was a loud noise, half of the kitchen collapsed.

Lin Mi was so frightened that she was about to scream, but Mr. Lin reached out and covered her mouth in time.

The choking dust filled the air.

Qilan held back his cough, and dragged Mr. Lin and Lin Mi to run out from under the table.

Just as the noise behind him was about to stop, there was another burst of screams.

It was dark, and there seemed to be someone fighting in the rubble.

Qilan immediately became vigilant, caught a glimpse of the kitchen knife she had used in cooking lying on the ground, and quickly picked it up and held it in her hand.

"I'll go and have a look. You take Lin Mi and hide in the house."

He took courage, brandished a kitchen knife, and rushed towards the cloud of dust:
"Stop!"

A familiar voice cried out:
"Why did you get here, hurry up and help me!"

Qilan was taken aback, it was Chen Xing!
There was still a meter away, and he could see clearly.

Chen Xing was pressed on his back by a masked man in black, and his mouth was bleeding from the beating.

He was wondering from which direction Qilan could cut him without hurting him, and before he even opened his mouth, he saw what it means to "save people from fire and water".

Gu Qilan walked quickly to the stove, hooked his toes, and kicked out a fire stick that was still burning, flying towards this side.

Chen Xing was shocked, opened his mouth wide and forgot to call "Help".

The masked man couldn't dodge in time, and was hit on the back by the fire stick, and his clothes started to smoke immediately after being stained with fire.

In order to put out the fire, the man let go of Chen Xing and rolled on the snow.

Seeing that Chen Xing was out of danger, Qilan ran after the rolling man.

This person has a strong body, like a big black wheel, crushing the snow on the ground flat.

The fire was extinguished immediately.

So he stood up on the spot and rushed directly to the target closest to him.

Lin Mi's eyes were covered by her father, but her ears were pricked up and she could hear clearly.

Chen Xing shouted: "Qilan, be careful, this guy has two guns!"

Mr. Lin's expression changed upon hearing this.

He thought about going over to help him a few times, thinking that if he let go, Lin Mi might run to protect Qilan regardless, and he might become a living target!
The entangled Mr. Lin can only give up, the most important thing is to protect his daughter
Although the third child of the Gu family is still a minor, his kung fu has improved a lot compared to Hou Hai's time.

How much can you resist for a while?
Qilan bites the bullet and confronts the masked man.

The man reached for the gun, but found nothing—
When he was rolling on the ground to put out the fire just now, he used too much force, and the pistol pinned to his waist fell off.

Chen Xing gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and crawled forward. Taking advantage of the masked man's surprise, he quickly picked up the two guns scattered on the ground.

I feel a little proud: these two, plus the two picked up by Qilan by the river in the early morning, there are four.

Seeing that Chen Xing was picking it up happily, Qilan suddenly remembered that there was still a gun hidden in his chest, so he quickly took out one.

The masked man also adjusted his tactics when he saw a pistol coming out of his hand like a magic trick.

But this person was much more formidable than the villains he had fought against before. Before he could decide whether to shoot or not, he fell to the ground with the posture of a tiger descending the mountain.

The moment Qilan fell to the ground, he threw the gun in his hand to the direction where Chen Xing was standing: "Go on!"

He and the masked man wrestled into a ball in the snow.

Although Qilan is a kid, he is still underage, and his overall strength is not comparable to this masked man.

His hands were clamped tightly by the opponent, leaving only his legs struggling.

(End of this chapter)