I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

A displeased and stern expression appeared on Jun's face under the scarlet fangs evil ghost mask, hidden behind the mask.

Rong Ming circled his fingers impatiently, a burst of unspeakable irritability in his heart.

The surnamed Yang, he didn't want to hear everything he said.

But my ears were so pointed, I didn't want to miss a word.

Jiang Lao seemed to be greeted with a blow, and he couldn't recover for a long while.

Marriage... She has been around for nearly two years from Jihuan. What is the marriage? What is the marriage?

It is too early!

Jiang Lao frowned slightly.

The small bridge is flowing water, the lights are dim, the dim light and shadow, and the frowning beauty's eyebrows are shining and picturesque. Yang Xiuzhu looked obsessed for a while, his eyes flashed with undisguised surprise.

He said warmly: "I wonder if Xiaosheng can walk with the girl tonight?"

A few days ago, he bought medicine for his sister at home, and when he passed her carriage on the street of the hospital, he happened to see her lift the curtain and look out.

A glimpse,

Unforgettable.

Even if she doesn't have time to change, he can wait, as long as the marriage can be settled first, the wait will be fine.

Today, his father tried to test his tone for him, but was declined by Jiang Siye.

He doesn't give up.

I heard that Siye Jiang is a very loving daughter. If he wins her love first, the marriage may go smoothly.

Tonight he thought that she might come to Zhuqueqiao to place the Kongming lantern and wait here early, but he did not expect that she would actually wait.

Yang Xiuzhu finished speaking warmly, his eyes full of expectation.

Rong Ming squeezed into a sharp line.

The breath that was stuck in his heart became even more unstoppable, and the hand placed on the side of the wheelchair almost squeezed the wooden arm rest.

Rong Ming's personality has always been a bit sickly mad.

But he has been able to control himself very well, and rarely shows his emotions. Until now, a hot fire ignited in his heart, burning, and breaking the string of reason, making his heart flustered and unable to control himself.

He squinted his eyes.

In the long glazed eyes, a thick cloud of gloomy accumulates, which hides aggression.

Like a little leopard defending the territory.

Jiang Laohuan was wringing his brows.

She only met him, and he invited her to go with her, her instinctive reaction was to refuse.

Jiang Lao shook his head at Yang Xiuzhu, and was about to speak, but Yang Xiuzhu rushed to her refusal and said in advance: "You are a little girl pushing this wheelchair. It's really hard for you to push this wheelchair. It's not like a little boy who walks with you and pushes the wheelchair for you. "

After he finished speaking, he bowed his hands in salute, and was an elegant literati.

He said that he wanted to help others, but his attitude was very low. Even if Jiang Lao wanted to refuse him, he couldn't bear to say serious things and smiled apologetically at him.

With a click.

Cracks finally appeared in the arm rest.

The wheelchair abruptly slipped out of the hands of Jiang Lao and Yang Xiuzhu.

Rong Ming turned his head back, pressed his arm rest with his big palm, controlled the wheelchair by himself, and walked forward.

Under the mask, the jade face is gloomy, and the eyes are also dark.

The back is full of thorns.

Jiang Lao raised his foot to catch up.

He was obviously angry.

She was negligent, just talking to Yang Xiuzhu, letting his hand rest on his wheelchair for so long, she must have annoyed him.

It was like in the dream that she was waiting for him to take a bath in Tangchi. A young boy who had just come to work as a helper saw her pushing a wheelchair out, and he helped her without saying anything. He took her hand away and helped him hold the wheelchair. angry.

If it hadn't been for her to kneel down and beg him, the little helper might have died.

Even though she pleaded, his face was as cold as the night before the storm a few days later, and within a few days, the little helper was fired.

Jiang Lao hurried to catch up and grabbed Rong Ming's wheelchair.

Seeing his slender fingers clenching the crossbar of the wheelchair, the veins violently violently, I don't know if it is because pushing the wheelchair on the **** is too laborious, or because it is too angry to change it.

But seeing him wearing a mask with his head down, it has nothing to do with pleasure.

She was nervous for a while, and didn't notice that even if Rong Chen was holding the toys she bought in his arms, he still was able to withdraw it.

Yang Xiuzhu's caring voice came from behind, "Girl, are you okay."

Fearing that Yang Xiuzhu would suddenly come over again and kindly help with bad things, Jiang Lao looked back bitterly and stopped him and said, "Young Master Yang, don't come over."

Because of the impatience, it seemed to contain a rebuke.

Separated from the crowd, invisibly cut a line with Yang Xiuzhu.

Yang Xiuzhu paused in a conversation, looking awkward and awkward.

Rong Ming stretched his fingers.

The corners of his lips curled up darkly.

As soon as Jiang Lao spoke, Fang realized that his tone had become a little heavy.

She calmed down, "Thank you Young Master."

The corners of the mouth cocked, suddenly retracted.

"But you and I met for the first time today, so you don't need to go with you."

Jiang Lao said to Yang Xiuzhu in a serious and polite tone.

Jiang Laohuan is quite recognizable.

Although the young man in front of him was born with a gentle and elegant appearance, he mentioned his marriage to her as soon as he came up.

Even with her father, the marriage didn't happen, but she still felt awkward no matter how she looked at him, and staying with him also felt awkward.

After she finished speaking, she bowed to Yang Xiuzhufu and pushed Rong Chen away.

As a well-known talent in Yecheng, Yang Xiuzhu has always been the one touted and chased by people.

Today is regarded as the first time he has chased someone, but he has touched his nose.

Yang Xiuzhu raised his eyes and looked at the back of Jiang Lao leaving.

Her figure is mixed in the flow of people on the bridge, her steps are very good, her temperament is extremely bright, she can tell her education at a glance.

The frustration in his heart disappeared a bit, and he lowered his head and laughed again.

I thought I was rejected, but it should be.

A girl from a good family, whoever is invited by someone who meets for the first time, immediately agrees.

It was he who was too impatient, and he was offended.

…

As soon as he turned around, Yang Xiuzhu saw his sister Yang Qi'an and looked at him angrily.

Yang Qi'an curled his mouth, his face was extremely ugly, and he was panting. It was obvious that he had just found his brother.

Her tone was not good, her mouth pouted high, "Did brother come out to look for that woman?"

Her brother never participated in these festivals. The first time he came out today, it must be for the girl he fancyed!

But Yang Qi'an was unwilling.

She agreed to the little sisters in the circle of noble women in Yecheng, who would make her happy, help that person and her brother match the line.

She just wants to choose the sister-in-law who is right to her.

"Pray for peace!" Yang Xiuzhu's face was cold, "Be more respectful in your tone."

Yang Qi'an stomped his feet, "Huh! I don't want her to be my sister-in-law!"

…

On the Suzaku Bridge, one after another sky lanterns rose.

Unexpectedly, the more you push up, the less effort it takes. When he reached the bridge, Jiang Lao stopped and blocked two stones under the wheel.

After receiving the Kongming Lantern handed by Ming Shao, and after it was pasted, he handed the note to Rong Chao, asked Rong Chao to write his wishes on the note, and then lowered his head to write his own.

She draws one by one, asking her parents and family to be safe and prosperous, not to be depressed, and she also asks herself not to fall into slavery in the future, and she doesn't want to be someone else's slave. After thinking about it, she will be fourteen next year. In 1970, I heard that it was very boring to learn women's precepts, so I also wrote the article about not learning women's precepts.

The little note was filled with writing by her little greedy person.

She tied the note into the Kong Ming Lantern, turned her head to look at Rong Ming, but saw that he hadn't moved a word, and curiously asked, "Why don't you write it instead?"

Rong Ming's brows were calm.

The muffled gas in my heart hasn't dissipated yet.

In my mind, I remembered the smile she had just made at the surname Yang.

It's beautiful and ugly. There was a sulky feeling in his heart, and he circled his fingers tightly, feeling that his anger was inexplicable, and said gloomily: "You go and let your lamp go first."

Through the mask, Jiang Lao couldn't see his face, he could only hear from his voice that his voice was a little heavy and his emotions were a little bit wrong.

Jiang Lao didn't ask, but he pouted, picked up his pen, and stuffed a line of small print on the already filled paper.

—[Make him treat me better].

After she finished writing, she stood up, lit the wick in the Kongming lantern, lay on the bridge, and let go of her hand.

She leaned her small chin, looked at her Kongming Lantern eagerly, and watched it fly into the sky, becoming a glowing spot in the night sky.

Unexpectedly, the wind was blown by a sudden gust of wind, and it fell straight into the river water under the Suzaku Bridge. The candlelight was soaked in water and extinguished.

The bright light in Jiang Lao's eyes followed and went out.

She felt a little uncomfortable, and she drooped her head, but explained to herself: "It's okay."

She sniffed in the cold wind, her white neck was like a crushed lotus leaf, her head drooping very low, "I am too greedy, I write too many wishes, and too heavy."

In the next moment, a piece of paper was stuffed in his hand.

When she raised her head to look at Rong Ming, he was not going to start, only to show her the side face pressed under the mask, and the jaw line was clear and graceful.

She was stunned, and Rong Ming said: "My Kongming Lantern, you can use it."

"But if my wish is written on this piece of paper, what should you do with your wish?"

His voice was so low that it sounded a little dumb, "It's already written."

But the paper is blank!

Jiang Lao was confused for a moment.

Does he mean that he has no wishes?

Just when she changed her mind and didn't want to understand, she heard him forcefully say: "Write yours."

Seeing her change, he didn't move, don't open his eyes, and said indifferently, "Mine is written."