Ye Luoli's Fairy Dream: All Things Chen

Chapter 252

"You and Chen Yan don't go out at home, I'll go find other gentlemen."

"……it is good."

Yuan Xi came in a hurry and left in a hurry, as if she had never stopped since she came to visit the two teachers.

Yuan Xi watched Li Zhao leave before returning to the temporarily rented courtyard, said a few words to Uncle Chen, and then returned to the room after ordering.

When she wanted to save the teacher, she was hugged and left by Mo Jue. The physical contact brought a lot of strange memories to her mind. She was too angry at the time and didn't care.

When she separated from Mo Jue, those memories grew more and more, and she still had a lot of negative emotions to think about, and her heart ached terribly.

She had never felt so heartbroken, not even when her mother left.

"Well……"

Looking back on those memories, Yuan Xi's legs softened and she knelt down on the ground, her knees immediately turned red, but she couldn't pay attention to it.

Her head was about to explode, and those memories were like ruthless blades, hitting her nerves bit by bit, and her fragile nerves seemed to be broken.

The whites of the eyes were bloodshot, and the black pupils changed. Yuan Xi curled up, put his head on the ground, and laughed sharply.
"Hahahahaha..."

Why, why don't you want to let yourself go, obviously you are living a good life, but you insist on coming in and ruining me!

boom -

The sky was suddenly dark, the skyline was drooping, and the storm was about to come, pushing this disaster-ridden country to the cusp of the storm, and it was on the verge of collapse.

Exemption—

A hole was torn in the sky, and the torrential rain slanted down. The sky and the earth were like a huge rain net, and everything was torn, stretched, and crushed.

Below this, there are old beggars kneeling in the rain begging, children crying helplessly with stains on their faces that cannot be washed away by the heavy rain, hawkers packing up their livelihood items, crowds coming and going who can't take care of themselves, sitting in The naive child who looked at everything in the car without any fluctuations was...

Not worth the show.

It was Yuan Xi who was in pain, but her pain was the despair of being abandoned and betrayed, the filth that could not be washed away by the rain, and the shame that could not be redeemed.

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"Release Chen Xiu, resolutely resist..."

Students and workers protested in the streets, and intellectuals spoke to boost morale, and the government was overwhelmed.

In the teahouse, a girl in a blue cheongsam held a ball of fans in her hands and fanned them gently until a man sat down opposite her.

"Miss Yuan."

"Director Wu, do you still have the time to come to the teahouse?"

Yuan Xi smiled lightly, with exquisite eyebrows and eyes smiling, but also cold and disgusted. The two temperaments were mixed together, but they merged strangely in her body.

Wu Xiang smiled awkwardly, and Yuan Xi choked to swallow the words on his lips, with a helpless and somewhat helpless look on his face,

"Miss Yuan was joking, how could I be in the mood to drink tea in the current scene."

Yuan Xi raised his eyes when he heard the words, and took in the emotions in his eyes. The smile on the corner of his mouth remained unchanged, and he picked up the tea and took a sip.

Although Wu Xiang was a little anxious, he suppressed his thoughts and took a sip of tea.

Yuan Xi put down his teacup and looked at the workers and students on the street,

"It's been a month, and it's about time."

Wu Xiang was puzzled, raised his eyes slightly to look at Yuan Xi, and when she looked over, he quickly looked away, pretending to drink tea.

Yuan Xi didn't expose it, he was willing to pretend to be deaf and dumb, and the world had nothing to do with him, but Meng'er cared more and more for others.

tsk...

"Director Wu must be thinking, what ability do I have to make them remove the other two from their posts?"

Yuan Xi is not afraid of Wu Xiang, the people he can come into contact with have a higher status than he imagined.

Wu Xiang's face became ugly, and he stared at Yuan Xi closely, suddenly realizing that he couldn't see through her.

Her demeanor is not cold and sharp, on the contrary, a strange gentleness wraps the sharp blade. She used to use the gentle knife immaturely, but now it is everywhere.

"Miss Yuan is good at it."

means?

Yuan Xi raised his eyebrows, Wu Xiang's figure was reflected in his clear pupils, but when he looked closely, there was nothing there.

She put down the round fan in her hand, picked up the tea,
"Some things are the general trend, Director Wu takes orders, but how to do it is your business."

Inadvertently speaking to Wu Xiang, his eyes lit up and he wanted to say something, but Yuan Xi looked at the street with great interest and swallowed the words that came to his mouth.

Wu Xiang got up and bowed slightly, "Thank you."

After thanking him, he turned around and strode away, deciding to raise Chen Xiu's salary a bit more. After all, he was a master in the literary and political circles, and he couldn't afford to offend him.

Looking at the girl who was drinking tea, there is no girl there, only one silver dollar and a ball of fan are left.

In the alley, the girl in the blue cheongsam folded her hands, leaning against the wall and looking at the man with a smile, her eyes were lazy and cold,

"Young Master Mo is in a good mood. I'll follow you for a month."

Yan Jue pursed his lips. He approached Yuan Xi with worry in his eyes.

"I'm just worried."

"Mo Jue, we are no longer a fiancée, you have no position to worry about me anymore."

Yuan Xi condensed her face, stood up straight and took a few steps back. She doesn't like people who are no longer related to worry about her for no reason.

This is not only a burden, but also a burden.

Yan Jue looked at Yuan Xi, the indifference and resistance in her eyes were so obvious that her heart ached.

This body also likes the person in front of him, but he has no way to see her again.

"……Feel sorry."

Yuan Xi saw the emotion in Mo Jue's eyes, it was like, it was love.

"Mo Jue, do you like me?"

Yan Jue's face turned red, Yuan Yuan Xi approached him step by step, he retreated subconsciously until there was no way to retreat.

Yuan Xi approached straight, the two got very close, Yan Jue smelled the sleeping incense on Yuan Xi's body, it was light and reassuring.

"So……"

The girl was wearing high heels, almost like a man. She tiptoed slightly, put one hand on his shoulder, and clung to his ear.

Yan Jue felt that something was wrong, but Yuan Xi's approach made him lose consciousness, his heart beating like thunder.

The two of them are like lovers who can't help themselves, but they are only in love and only in love, and they are limited to hugging, which is also very beautiful.

In my ear is her voice, exhaling like blue,

"Now it's up to me to pronounce the sentence: Mr. Yan Jue, your first mission failed."

The dagger pierced into the skin, Yan Jue vomited blood, unable to speak at all, the blood stained Yuan Xi's cheongsam, blue and red intertwined, tender and lingering.

He was upright, holding her with his arms up, his suit and cheongsam intertwined, but he couldn't speak, he could only hug her tightly, expressing his thoughts.

Fairy, I'm sorry.

The light in his eyes gradually went out, he felt the feeling of death, and gradually closed his eyes.

He who died still hugged her like a treasure.

Yuan Xi stepped back slightly, and he slipped to the ground. She looked down at the dead Yan Jue from a high position, and under her compassionate and soft brows were Wubo's indifferent eyes.

The dagger in her hand was dripping with viscous liquid, and her fair and slender fingers were also stained.

The fairies were dyed bright red, and the gods fell into hell.

"I hate, self righteous redemption."

(End of this chapter)