Quick Transmigration Little Stalker: The big villain is moving

Chapter 258 Miss Republic of China is acting like a baby again (9)

In the past few days, it didn't rain much in Lingcheng, and there was plenty of light.

The sunflowers in the backyard bloomed cluster after cluster, crowded and blooming.

The slight scent attracted many bees and butterflies, flapping their wings, licked the nectar, tasted the sweetness, and continued to fold their wings and bury their heads in the heart of the next flower, never tired of it.

Early in the morning, after breakfast, Zhang Yanqing went to work in the study on the third floor.

The cuffs of the white shirt were half rolled up, revealing a thin forearm.Thin and long fingers flipped through the telegrams on the table, frowning from time to time, with a heavy expression.

"Bang, bang bang—" The glass window seemed to be hit by something.

A crisp sound gradually disrupted the man's thoughts.

Zhang Yanqing faintly heard someone calling him.

"warlord--"

"Zhang Yanqing!"

And that low voice, "Qingqing."

The pen in his hand turned around and was discarded on the table with a muffled sound.

The man got up and walked towards the knocked window.

With deep eyebrows and cold eyes, he pushed open the glass window hard, his eyes drooping
The corners of the girl's skirt were blown by the wind blowing wildly among the flowers, slightly bulging, making her body even smaller.

The white dress punctured with tender little yellow flowers, wrapped in exquisite cartilage, and thin skin.

The skirt is not long, just to the knee.Below are lace socks and small leather shoes, as well as those shapely and slender calves, which are so eye-catching.

Zhang Yanqing couldn't see that face, her eyes only met the big straw hat tied with lace.

No need to think about it, he also knew who was the culprit who knocked on his glass window with a small stone just now.

The study window of the Yanlu mansion is just next to the back garden of the villa next door.

And the one who lives next door to him is not his.
The girl standing in the corner of the garden downstairs suddenly raised her head while her mind was in a mess.

Hidden under the straw hat were two braids hanging down the shoulders. As soon as he raised his head, the clear and innocent deer eyes hit Zhang Yanqing's eyes.

He watched the expression on her face gradually change from initial surprise to joy, and then the smile spread from the corners of her lips, which couldn't be hidden on her palm-sized face.

The girl held a bouquet of bright yellow sunflowers in her arms.When he saw him, he raised the sunflower in his arms high, waved at him, and shouted with a smile, "Overseer, this is for you—"

The yellow was rippling in the air, and it was also rippling in the pools of his eyes.
Zhang Yanqing pursed her lips, her expression was cold and indifferent, and she said nothing.

The girl lowered the bouquet in her hand, glanced at it with lowered eyes, and said in a muffled voice, "Don't you like it, I just picked it."

What responded to her was the sound of closing the window heavily.

With fret and warning.

When Jiang Wan raised her head again, the high windows on the ash wall had been closed again, as if to isolate everything outside the windows indifferently.

Biting her pink lips lightly, Xiaolu's eyes were red and red, but she still stubbornly stared at the window on the high wall.

The wind blew hard, blowing her lace straw hat over among the flowers, and messing up her braid.
Zhang Yanqing sat back on the stool again, and stared at the telegram in his hand for a long time. Those codes that were usually clear at a glance now felt complicated and unfamiliar.

The sunlight outside the window was a bit dazzling, she stood up and walked towards the window.

The fingertips pulled the curtain, but the line of sight followed the outside of the curtain, looking down
People are gone.

The garden was empty.

"Knock, knock—" There was a knock on the door.

Zhang Yanqing let go of the fingers holding the curtain, and walked to the door without pulling it.

He thought it was Aunt Lian, and asked while opening the door, "What's wrong?"

Outside the door, a big bouquet of sunflowers completely blocked that slapped face.

"Fiance, for you~" The girl stuffed the bouquet into his arms, and smiled sweetly, softer and warmer than the sunshine on the window sill.

The skirt twirled, walked around him and entered the room lightly.

Jiang Wan raised her small head and looked around curiously, "So this is the study room? I thought it would be your bedroom."

After walking two steps, the wrist was grabbed by the man behind him, "How did you get in?"

he asks.

The little finger pointed at the mud on the skirt, "Over the wall!"

Jiang Wan bent her triumphant eyes, "As for the low wall of your military governor's mansion, I easily climbed in."

Over the wall?

From the backyard?

Immediately, Zhang Yanqing's expressionless face darkened, "Get out."

Those two heavy and powerful words hit the girl's heart.

"Then" the girl glanced at the bouquet in his hand, and asked timidly, "Do you accept my flowers?"

Zhang Yanqing lowered her head, glanced at the green flower stalks she was holding in her fingers, and threw the bouquet into her arms without thinking, "Take your flowers and go out!"

Under the short black hair, the facial features are cold and deep, and the eyebrows are like the cold winter wind.

At this moment, the "cold wind" was like a knife, ruthlessly piercing the girl's bright face.

She pouted, ignoring his indifference, and continued to pull his shirt sleeve coquettishly, "You take it and I'll go out!"

He shook off her hand and touched the gun on his waist with his fingertips.

The barrel of the gun was only an inch away from the little brain on his chest.

He pointed a gun at her.

Looking at the dark muzzle of the gun, the girl's already red and swollen eyes were foggy and hazy for a moment, but she couldn't hide the pain and fear in her eyes.

The thin body is like a flower bone in the cold wind, shivering, which makes people feel pity.

Hot teardrops flowed down the eye sockets.

It hit the front of the skirt of the white skirt, it also hit the floor, and...
Her frail shoulders shook quickly, and she picked up the bouquet in her arms, and then slammed it on the man.

She choked up, her nose turned red, "Zhang Yanqing, I hate you!"

The pure white skirt swayed again.

One of the lower legs was slightly red, as if it had been scratched by something, and it was bleeding.

blood
Zhang Yanqing pursed her lips, fixed the gun, and looked down at the messy yellow petals all over the ground.

Gee.

trouble.

(End of this chapter)