: Naturally, life is filled with hatred, Shui Changdong (71)

Author: Yaoli

: Naturally, life is filled with hatred, Shui Changdong (71)

It's bright yellow and small.

It stopped softly on her palm.

Yan Ran was surprised and said, "Did you give it to me?"

Fu Yi nodded very hard, and then looked at her expectantly.

The butterfly only stayed on the palm for a moment and then flew away without any regret.

Fu Yi looked even more embarrassed now than before, with a few grass roots in his hair. His handsome face was gray, but his eyes were too bright.

Yan Ran glanced at him.

Fu Yi was upset when he didn't get any praise.

Yan Ran is still the same, pale, noble and calm.

Fu Yi suddenly didn't want to look at her anymore. His courage seemed to have been drained away bit by bit, leaving only a shriveled skin. He curled his lips in frustration, turned around and wanted to run away.

But he was held back by the person behind him.

He heard a chuckle coming from his ears. It was low and sexy. He didn't know when his ears turned red.

As if by magic, Yan Ran suddenly had a wild flower with small purple petals in his hand.

She put the flower into Fu Yi's hand.

Then left.

Fu Ji looked at her back, put the wild flower under the tip of his nose, and sniffed it gently.

It was obviously tasteless, but he tasted the fragrance.

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Yue Ling is an adult, but his ideas and thoughts are always childish.

For example, right now, he was angry with Yan Ran alone. He was so angry that he hadn't sent any message to Yan Ran for almost a month.

And Yan Ran never took the initiative to contact him.

He felt uncomfortable, extremely uncomfortable.

Yue Ling missed Yan Ran, but he didn't want to appear too spineless. He always looked like a lapdog, which made him feel ugly.

But the longing was like a wisp of vines, which had already grasped his heart and soul unconsciously, and boredom filled his chest. The more he controlled himself not to think about it, the more that face appeared in his mind.

After enduring it for a month, Yue Ling could no longer bear it. He asked around where Yan Ran was.

Yan Ran and several bosses were enjoying themselves in the box, and Yue Ling barged in like that.

Yan Ran really stands out.

She was very white and young, wearing only a black shirt without any wrinkles. The sleeves were rolled up, revealing her pale and thin wrists.

Seeing Yue Ling coming, he just frowned a little.

The person next to me asked with sharp eyes, "Isn't this Young Master Yue?"

Yue Lingli ignored him and sat down next to Yan Ran.

He called out, "Brother Yan."

Yan Ran looked normal and nodded, which was considered a response.

Yue Ling's arrival didn't cause much of a stir. They were all discussing topics that Yue Ling didn't understand and they didn't want to listen anyway. They just stared at Yan Ran's profile.

"Mr. Yan, on behalf of the Song family, I am very sincere in this cooperation, but you said you want eight points, which is too much for your appetite."

Negotiations failed several times, and Yan Ran's attitude was so careless and insincere that Song Zhuang could hardly keep the smile on his face.

Yan Ran played with the wine glass, her face was white and flawless, and she raised her eyes, "Mr. Song, I don't think you have suffered a loss. After all, many people have recommended themselves to me, but they only chose the Song family."

Song Zhuang's expression froze, he clenched his fists and said no more.

Yan Ran chatted with others, but didn't even look at Yue Ling. This made Yue Ling's chest sore and swollen, and he drank alone.

After drinking too much, Yue Ling went to the bathroom.

He hid in the cubicle, scolding Yan Ran in a low voice, but his expression became more and more aggrieved.

When Yue Ling was feeling sad alone, there was movement outside. The faucet was turned on, there was a splash of water, and there was the sound of banging and kicking the wall, as if he was venting some anger.

Afterwards, someone spoke first, "Mr. Song, this kind of thing will be over with patience. You also know who Yan Ran is."

The man didn't answer, and it took him a long time to hear him growl angrily, "What the hell, why is Yan Ran so arrogant? Isn't it just that reincarnation is better than me? Otherwise, it's nothing!"

"Songzhuang, calm down."

Yue Ling narrowed his eyes and tensed his jaw.

"She has a face that's prettier than a woman's. I can't stand her for a long time. I really want to kill her to see how she can look so impressive in the future!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the compartment door was kicked open from the inside, and a figure strode in against the light.

Both of them were startled at the same time, and they suddenly came to their senses. Before they could see who it was, they were punched so hard that they fell backwards with stars in their eyes.

Songzhuang was beaten to the ground, dumbfounded, but the opponent did not give him a chance to breathe.

Yue Ling's expression was like that of an evil spirit that chooses people to devour. He showed no intention of stopping and punched him hard in the face one after another, causing him to scream like a pig.

The other person came back to his senses. Seeing Yue Ling's terrifying expression, his scalp was numb with fear. He hurriedly tried to stop him, but it had no effect. Instead, he received two solid punches.

Yue Ling grabbed Songzhuang with one hand, so hard that his joints turned white.

He stared down at Songzhuang, his eyes bloodshot, and showed a man-eating smile, "That mouth of yours really makes me want to tear it apart."

Songzhuang was beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. He was trembling and unable to speak a word.

The commotion here quickly alerted the waiters outside, and everyone who came to the toilet was scared away. Yue Ling was like an enraged lion, punching to the flesh. If it weren't for another person who was smarter, he ran to the box.

Call the people inside, otherwise the consequences would be really unimaginable.

When Yue Ling hit his red eyes, a cold and bone-chilling voice sounded behind him.

"Yue Ling!"

Yue Ling's raised fist paused, and he turned his head. There was still a ferocious rage in his brows and eyes, and his handsome face looked absolutely terrifying.

However, he still stopped moving.

When Yan Ran came over, he saw the coldness on Yan Ran's face, and then he came back to his senses. He shook the person in his hand blankly, with a face of fear, stood up and lowered his head without daring.

say.

Yan Ran's face was very cold, like a piece of ice that could never be warmed. Soon someone called an ambulance. Songzhuang had already passed out. He was taking in more air than breathing, and his face was covered with blood.

There is no telling, if Yan Ran had come a little later, someone would have died.

Taking a deep breath, Yan Ran said a few words to the people behind him. After a while, the people blocking the toilet door left one after another.

Only Yan Ran and Yue Ling were left in the bathroom.

Silence spreads silently, and the coldness gradually heats up, squeezing the already thin air, making it suffocating.

Yue Ling hesitated, uneasy and at a loss.

Like a child who committed a crime outside, he clenched his fists and wanted to pull the hem of her clothes, but he didn't dare.

Good night
Chapter completed!