I kicked the male lead away

Fang Zhilan gritted her teeth and wrote a small, white lie.

Just like what he said to the killer, he told Chu Qingshu that Sima Chen had escaped.

I don't know where to go.

This time she was extremely guilty, and she didn't say much, just a few lines, she rolled up the letter paper and stuffed it into the letter box.

"Coo coo coo coo?" The pigeon tilted its head.

Why so little this time.

"Cuckoo." Fang Zhilan still tapped it with her fingers.

If you don't want to be turned into a roast pigeon, just mind your own business.

In the following days, Fang Zhilan had a rare period of leisure.

Until a month later, she received a reply from Chu Qingshu.

The killers sent by General Hong killed a few, but did not find Sima Chen's shadow. The frontier war was victorious, and the squadron will return to Beijing in a few days.She used the excuse of sharing the worries of her boss, and went south to look for Sima Chen's trace.

By the way, meet her.

Fang Zhilan's hair fell out even more...

For this reason, she secretly sneaked down the mountain a few times, and specially instructed Ji Yucheng not to allow anyone to find out about Sima Chen.

Of course, they all sneaked into Ji Yucheng's mansion, not daring to let Sima Chen find out.

The pigeons went once every half a month at the beginning, then every ten days, every seven or eight days, and finally every three or four days.

Just like in the math problem "a dog keeps running back and forth between two people, calculate the time the dog needs based on the distance and speed of the two people", Fang Zhilan can also calculate the time and speed of the pigeon according to the time and speed of the pigeon. Chu Qingshu's distance.

Getting closer…

The clouds are rolling and the clouds are relaxing, the flowers are blooming and falling, and it is early summer in a blink of an eye.

Fang Zhilan looked up, looked at the yellow-orange apricots on the branches, and couldn't help swallowing.

Hugging the tree trunk, she shook it a few times, but there was nothing but raindrops falling all over her body.

After finally rolling down a round apricot from a bunch of apricots, she trotted over, picked it up and looked at it, her mouth was deflated.

The bad ones were all hollowed out by birds.

"Bad bird!" Fang Zhilan stood up and threw the rotten yellow apricot into the lotus pond in front of her. The duckweed was blown away, and a frog leaped high, not forgetting to croak. .

Suddenly, there was a "swish" sound in the air behind him, attacking the branches, the green leaves symphonic, several plump and round yellow apricots fell down and were submerged in the grass.

Fang Zhilan was overjoyed, and subconsciously turned her head to look, wondering which kind-hearted person in the village was so generous.

Different from the burly man in the stockade in Brain Buzhong, the figure standing not far away is slender and seems to have grown a little taller.

She was dressed in a blue cloth shirt, and her black hair was tied up high with a red cloth. She stood under the sparse shadow, in the fine light and shadow, with a slight smile in her eyes.

The girl faded away from her past frailty, and she was full of vigor.

"Sister Chu!" Fang Zhilan's eyes lit up, and she flew over, "Are you back?"

"Yeah." Chu Qingshu firmly caught her who was throwing herself into her arms, "The sun is so big, what are you doing outside?"

"Just..." Fang Zhilan's cheeks were rosy, she didn't know whether she was sunburned or ashamed, "Just take a look."

She couldn't say that she grew up in the city, and it was the first time she saw such a real rural life, and everything she saw was novel.

It's more interesting than watching the live broadcast with the system.

"Want to eat apricots?" Chu Qingshu lowered her head and smoothed the broken hair on her forehead.

"No." Fang Zhilan hurriedly denied it, but her subconscious licking of her lips exposed herself.

"You." Chu Qingshu pinched her soft earlobe, her tone was still helpless, "Wait."

As she spoke, she gently took out a few copper coins from her sleeve and threw them towards the branch.

Two or three times in a row, the yellow apricots fell on the ground.

Fang Zhilan walked over, picked up two apricots that were still dripping with dew, wiped them on her sleeves, held one with her teeth, and held up the other to pass to Chu Qingshu.

Chu Qingshu didn't answer, she stared at her with a pair of beautiful eyes, and suddenly lowered her head.

Slowly took a bite of the apricot Fang Zhilan was holding.

The air between her lips and teeth met, Fang Zhilan could even feel her warm breath brushing against the side of her face.

Fell to the ground, Fang Zhilan's face burned redder than a pomegranate flower, she was delicate and charming, her watery eyes were wide open, but she couldn't speak because there was something in her mouth.

Chu Qingshu smiled, stretched out her finger and hooked the bridge of her nose.

Her skin keenly felt that there seemed to be a layer of calluses on her fingers that hadn't been seen before. Fang Zhilan ate up the apricots and hurriedly grabbed Chu Qingshu's hand, not without regret, and said, "Is being a military advisor so hard?"

"The general dies in a hundred battles, and the strong man returns after ten years." Chu Qingshu smiled, and stretched out her hand to rub her long hair, "I just practiced for a while, and it's just a layer of cocoon. Could it be that Alan hates it."

"I don't dislike it, I don't dislike it." Fang Zhilan sniffed, shaking her head like a rattle, "I like Sister Chu no matter what."

Then at night, she actually cried.

Who said she wouldn't dislike her, she didn't want such a sister Chu!

Relying on the thin layer of calluses on her hands, she was tortured thoroughly.

It was Fang Zhilan's life.

Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu whom Fang Zhilan was biting the quilt, but Chu Qingshu was already insatiable, breathed out like blue, and raised her chin with her fingertips: "Didn't Ah Lan say that you like everything about my sister?"

Fang Zhilan's mind was already buzzing, but when she asked her this question, with a snap, the string in her brain snapped.

In a daze, in a fog, let others do whatever they want.

At night, Fang Zhilan tossed and turned and cried non-stop.

However, Chu Qingshu remained unmoved, and licked away the teardrops from the corners of her eyes little by little, but she didn't relax at all.

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Waking up the next day, the sun was already shining. Fang Zhilan opened her eyes and found that Chu Qingshu was still awake.

She nestled on the pillow and stared at Chu Qingshu.

She had lost some weight, and her eyes were slightly darkened. It looked like she was too tired from the journey.

The brows were still faintly frowned, as if worried about something.

Fang Zhilan reached out and smoothed her brows.

The sun was just right, and Fang Zhilan was planning to stay in bed for a while, but there was another knock on the door, and it was Xiaowu's voice: "Sister Alan..."

It's all right, and Ji Yucheng came to him for nothing, Fang Zhilan's first reaction was to take a look at Chu Qingshu, and seeing that she hadn't woken up, she was relieved, and whispered to the door: "I know gone."

After finishing speaking, he stepped over her carefully and got up to get dressed.

Probably because she was really tired during this time, even so, she didn't wake her up.

The mountain breeze blew his sleeves, Fang Zhilan jumped up and down on the stone ladder road, in order to go down the mountain earlier.

In case Chu Qingshu wakes up and can't find anyone.

At the foot of the mountain, beside the wooden door, stood a tall figure with Fang Zhilan behind him, with a high jade crown and a handsome silhouette.

It doesn't seem to be Ji Gongsheng.

It's not good, Fang Zhilan thought to herself, retracted the jio she poked out, and quietly, before she was discovered, planned to slip back.

Who would have thought that person had already heard the movement, turned around, with Yan Yan's smile on his face: "Lady."

Hearing his cry, Fang Zhilan's foot slipped and almost fell down the stone ladder.

Fortunately, she reacted quickly, with a light touch on her toes, she quickly jumped up, and her landing posture was perfect.

Sima Chen: "..."

Fang Zhilan glared at him fiercely: "How many times have I said that there is no relationship between us!"

Why did Ji Yucheng release this product?

After not seeing each other for a while, Sima Chen gradually regained his old noble aura.

As the male protagonist, God, to be precise, the author naturally bestowed him with an impeccable face.

It's just that for some reason now, Sima Chen seems to have an extra temperament that he didn't have before.

There seems to be a bit of gloom in the handsomeness of the past, and his face is beautiful.

Hearing Fang Zhilan's refusal so ruthlessly, Sima Chen's eyes filled with grievance, and he whispered: "Obviously A-Lan took my token of love last time, why don't you recognize it now?"

He was pitiful, but Fang Zhilan looked like a scumbag.

The bandits looking at the mountain gate seemed to be keeping their eyes on each other, but their ears were quietly pricked up again.

It's good that he didn't mention this, but when he mentioned the jade ring finger, Fang Zhilan almost exploded!

Last night on the bed, Chu Qingshu touched the finger puller and had to ask herself what it was.

Fortunately, he couldn't see it because of the blindness, so Fang Zhilan just found an excuse to get over it.

The thumb was attached to the tiger talisman Chu Qingshu gave her, she seemed extremely dissatisfied, and bullied Fang Zhilan severely for a long time before she calmed down.

Seeing that Fang Zhilan was silent and his eyes were condensed, Sima Chen hurriedly explained: "Ah Lan, don't be angry, I'm just talking casually, if you don't like it, when I return to the capital in the future, what good things do you want? , give it all to you."

"What do I want?" Fang Zhilan rubbed her temples and found that she was really unhappy with the retribution. Before, she was the one who made Sima Chen so angry that she couldn't eat, but now she was the one who got angry. She said solemnly, "I want You stay away from me."

"Alan..." Sima Chen's expression froze, as if he was about to cry, "You obviously love me very much."

On the night of the wedding, when he lifted his hijab, the bride's eyes were shining brighter than the pair of red candles and the night pearl on the bedside.

"Sima Chen, wake up!" Fang Zhilan almost yelled this sentence.

ant race...

No, she said back on track: "I have never liked you, let alone loved you."

Even the basic use is too lazy to have.

Sima Chen was taken aback for a moment, his eyes flushed, then he stared at Fang Zhilan intently, tears really flowed out.

Then slowly took out a short knife from his waist.

Fang Zhilan subconsciously took half a step back, her heart filled with turmoil.

How did Ji Yucheng look at people, not only let this psychopath escape, but also carried a controlled knife with him?

Slowly raising the hand holding the knife, Sima Chen pressed the tip of the knife to his heart: "I don't believe it, Ah Lan, say it again, I know you don't want me to get hurt."

If Fang Zhilan really said it again, he would directly kill himself and leave this beautiful world.

Dry!He has actually learned how to threaten people, Fang Zhilan's heart skipped a beat, and she was about to say something later.

But I heard a familiar and soft voice behind me: "Alan."

Fang Zhilan turned her head away, and it was indeed Chu Qingshu who followed at some time.

She smiled, but the smile didn't reach her eyes: "This is what you told me, escaped?"