She gently raised a knowing smile, and the shallow dimples on her cheeks fell into Lin Susha's sharp eyes, which was very dazzling.
"why are you laughing" He Yiru's smile became even wider.
She gently held her waist and looked at her without fear, "It's nothing, I'm just happy."
Lin Susha couldn't help but snorted coldly when she heard this, "Oh, that's right, it's better to be happy when you are about to die."
He Yiru was not threatened by her, and still smiled like a spring flower, like a magnolia swaying in the spring breeze, pure and noble.
"Death is not terrible.
If I can leave this world with the love you gave me, there is nothing to be afraid of."
"Haha, the more I talk about it, the more I laugh.
The person you love is me, and it can only be me."
She is Master Jian's woman, and he, Master Jian's woman, can only be Lin Susha.
He Yiru stopped arguing with her.
Her retort just now had exhausted all the jealousy in her body.
She had touched the other party's sore spot, and at the same time, the other party had pierced her own weakness.
None of them won, nor could they even say they lost.
All the choices are in the hands of men, why bother fighting each other.
The two are facing each other, one warm and the other cold.
One is the gentle and elegant white magnolia, and the other is the unrestrained and fiery wild rose.
Lin Susha glanced at the clock on the wall.
It was already four o'clock in the afternoon.
She didn't have time to waste time with her, so she walked past He Yiru who was standing on the porch and headed towards the door.
He Yiru moved a step toward the middle and stood in front of her.
Although he was half a head shorter than Lin Susha, he still blocked her with neither humility nor arrogance.
She could tell that the heroic woman in front of her must have extraordinary skills, and it would not be wise for her to block her rashly.
The room was decorated by Jian Qing herself.
There was no trace of her, and there was nothing worth hiding.
But it seemed that the less she had to hide, the more uncomfortable she felt.
She didn't know what she was fighting for.
She knew clearly that Jian Qing wouldn't like such a bohemian woman, but she still couldn't swallow her breath.
"What are you going to do?"
Lin Susha looked at her from top to bottom, as if looking down at an ant that could be easily crushed to death.
He Yiru raised her chin, "I should ask you what you want to do."
Lin Susha crossed her arms across her chest, with a confused look on her face, "Of course what I want to do is to review my home with Master Jian, are you in charge of that?"
He Yiru felt a tightness in his chest.
Revisit her and her Master Jian’s home So is she their nanny?
She washes and cooks for Jian Qing and cleans up the housework every day.
She waits for him to come back and sees him go out.
What she waits for is his apology.
It is his woman who comes back to inspect the fruits of her labor and laugh at her for having no sense of existence at all.
Charisma.
Is a soulmate really not as simple and important as a physical partner?
Jian Qing, can you give me an answer?
Lin Susha was too lazy to tangle with her anymore.
Her time was very precious.
She wanted to find her Master Jian to rekindle the old relationship.
She would not allow this kind of woman to be her spare tire while she was away.
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Her Master Jian is the cleanest and most elegant man in the world.
And this man must belong to Lin Susha alone.
Lin Susha bumped into He Yiru's shoulder.
He Yiru couldn't withstand the fierceness she had cultivated over many years.
She was immediately knocked out by her merciless force, and her arm hit the wall, leaving a mark on her body.
Deep pain
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