tgttgt Begonia Garden.Outside the window, the begonia flowers were blooming, and Murong Yunyun was lying on the recliner under the begonia flowers, looking at the book boredly, and there was no one else around.Begonia flowers fell in her hair, and she didn't seem to notice it.Begonia flowers bloom, beautiful and picturesque.The years are good, quiet and peaceful.As soon as Zong Zhengchen arrived at the door, his heart moved slightly, and what came into his eyes was such a picture.This woman really made him a little moved, and he didn't even know what kind of mentality he used to face her, fake the truth and true feelings.He frowned slightly, looking at the beauty under the begonia tree, and couldn't bear to disturb it.He clearly knew that such tranquility did not belong to her at all, and it was obvious that both of them had ulterior motives.It's a short time to get along, and it's really just a mutual use, if he is smiling and gentle like jade on his face, then his heart should be like frost and snow, frozen for thousands of miles.His blood was cold, and when he met her, he always seemed to be warmer.Zong Zhengchen tightened the hand in his sleeve, there was no trace of emotion on his face, and the breeze and the wind behind him were also a little strange why the master didn't go in when he arrived at the door.They didn't know why their master did this, they were obviously just taking advantage of the relationship between being used and being used, but they vaguely felt that their master seemed to be a little into the play, but they naturally didn't dare to say more.Zong Zhengchen's methods were not as gentle as his appearance, his smile.As a subordinate, there is only obedience and absolute obedience.The wind is like this, and the breeze is even more so.The spring breeze was very warm, but Murong Yunyun suddenly felt a chill, and she looked at the gate of the courtyard, only to see Zong Zhengchen standing, with no expression on his face, and he didn't stare at her with that gentle and jade-like smile, followed by the breeze and the wind.She removed the book, sat up, smiled lightly, and said, "You're back" Under the begonia tree, the beauty is picturesque.The tenderness at the eyebrows and eyes was as if nothing had happened.Zong Zhengchen was slightly in a trance, walked over, and sat down.Raising his eyes to look at the long and delicate face in front of him, a faint smile concealed the helplessness in the depths of his eyes, green silk was dyed like ink, dressed in white, pure and flawless.Further down, there was a little purple-red mark on the snow-white neck.There was a sudden darkness in his heart, and a trace of unbearability flashed in his eyes: "I'm sorry" Yin Feng in the middle of the room opened his eyes wide, the master apologized so gently, it was the first time he had heard it, he glanced at Qingfeng, and the two of them understood and hidden.Murong Yunyun glanced at Zong Zhengchen, smiled lightly, took out another teacup, poured a cup of tea, and smiled faintly, "Have a cup of tea" Zong Zhengchen nodded and sat opposite Murong Yunyun."
You" and "I" said in unison."
You say it first" "You say it first," the two said at the same time.Murong Yunyun picked up the tea and took a sip with her eyes down."
Your injury, is it okay" Zong Zhengchen looked at the red mark on Murong Yunyun's neck and asked.He lost his mind, and when he heard people say that he was not qualified, it was as if the devil in his heart would awaken.Although he convinced himself that the woman in front of him was just the object of his use and play, he might not be able to tell the difference between truth and falsehood.In his eyes, he is such a special, very special existence.Even regretted it, even willing to hurt herself, and didn't mean to hurt her.I always thought that I was ruthless, and it seemed that this woman had frozen him a little."
No problem."
Murong Yunyun replied lightly, there was no emotion in his words, and he didn't seem to care at all.It was a kind of indifference to feelings, she didn't want to sink a little, this time it was a slap in the face, and it was good to make herself sober.Because I don't care, I don't care."
I didn't mean to, I" This book was first published by the Internet, please do not reprint: