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Chapter 291 Feng Ying's long and narrow eyes are slightly raised

Chapter 291 Feng Ying's long and narrow eyes are slightly raised

"Qiao Keqing, you deserved to die back then. You fell into the hands of human traffickers. Anyway, you're not clean anymore. It's better to die early and get out." Qiao Kexin murmured to herself.

Taking out a lighter from the bag, Qiao Kexin lit the clothes in the house, then pretended nothing happened, and walked out of the dressing room quickly.

Many of the clothes in the house were made of velvet, which caught fire at one touch, and the fire quickly engulfed the dressing room.

Li Qing woke up in a daze, and was kicked out of breath by the thick smoke.

"Ahem, help!" Her mind was still dizzy, and Li Qing didn't even have the strength to get up.

In the dressing room next door, Feng Ying was dressed in black fur, as luxurious and glamorous as a nobleman in the dark night.

Apart from the young master of the Emgrand Club, Feng Ying is also a model of a well-known fashion brand, and regularly takes pictures of new clothes.

Feng Ying closed her eyes, and the brush in the makeup artist's hand quickly swept across Feng Ying's face.

There was a strong smell of smoke in his nostrils, Feng Ying frowned, and said lazily, "What's going on?"

The assistant ran over and exclaimed: "Brother Ying, it's not good, the dressing room next door is on fire, hurry up, everyone evacuated."

"On fire?" Eyelids lifted, and Feng Ying's long, narrow and monstrous pupils raised slightly.

"Yeah, brother Ying, hurry up." The assistant remembered that she was about to cry, but Feng Ying was still as slow-tempered as ever.

"Understood." Feng Ying's elegance is innate, even if it burns his ass, he is not in a hurry.

When passing by the dressing room next door, Feng Ying faintly heard a voice inside, frowned and asked, "Is there someone inside?"

The assistant covered his mouth and nose, and said anxiously: "The fire is so big, where did the people come from, the ghosts are all burned to death, hurry up, Brother Ying, I beg you."

"You go first, give me your clothes." Feng Ying took off his fur, then pulled off the assistant's suit and put it on his head, and rushed into the dressing room in a rage.

It was too late for the assistant to stop him, so he had to run away first. He was just working part-time.

The fire started from the door, so I watched the fire from the door, but it was fine inside.

When Feng Ying rushed in, he saw Li Qing on the floor at a glance.

"Help..." Li Qing stretched out her hand to Feng Ying in a daze.

Feng Ying squatted down and covered Li Qing's mouth and nose with her wet towel.

The make-up artists all have aluminum box windows with railings, and it is impossible to break through the windows.

Picking up Li Qing, Feng Ying could only get angry and rush out again.

The little assistant was in a hurry at the door. Seeing Feng Ying, he burst into tears, "Brother, we are not firefighters. If you don't save people, no one will say anything about you. You scared me to death."

Feng Ying ignored the little assistant, but directly carried Li Qing into the nanny's car.

The fire is getting bigger and bigger, and more and more people are watching.

Li Qing lay dying in Feng Ying's arms.

"Is she going to die?" Feng Ying asked with a frown.

Assistant: "Yes, but you should be able to survive with artificial respiration."

"Then why don't you do it?" Feng Ying was still impatient.

"Brother Ying, I won't."

"Oh, I won't either." Feng Ying frowned.

"Then throw her out? It's unlucky to die here, and I won't be able to tell when I'm photographed." The little assistant said.

After being in the entertainment industry for a long time, the little assistant is greasy, and if there is one thing that can be done less, then there is one less thing.

"It's appropriate to throw you out." Feng Ying kicked the little assistant out of the car.

Rubbing Li Qing's fair face with her fingertips, her ruddy lips, Feng Ying's soft brows and eyes frowned.

You can't just watch her die.

Lowering her head, Feng Ying pressed her precious lips up, lower and lower.

(End of this chapter)

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