Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Intentionally or unintentionally, she added fuel to the fire.

The fire was raging.

The young man standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window was suddenly stunned.

Looking at her steadily, the hand holding the schoolbag clenched unconsciously almost instantly.

A little too much force.

"She, she's married?"

He couldn't help but lose his voice, and his voice even echoed in the quiet and empty villa.

Extremely loud.

Yu Xuewei nodded, naturally.

"Don't you know? She has been married a long time ago, and she and her husband are very loving."

"It's a pity that her husband has passed away, leaving her alone."

Of course, there is also the huge inheritance that cannot be spent in ten lifetimes.

It was all left to her, not a penny.

She also heard about this, but she didn't know who her dead husband was.

Very mysterious.

Yu Xuewei paused in her words and said meaningfully, "But why are you reacting so loudly?"

"Do you really care whether Mr. Yun is married?"

The snow-colored and delicate young man held his schoolbag and said nothing.

The two beautiful eyes became pitch black, frighteningly dark.

He stood there, his cheeks turning a little pale.

I don't know if it was blown by the cold air from the air conditioner in the room.

It was as if he didn't hear what Yu Xuewei asked him.

The fingers tightened unconsciously until the nails dug into the flesh, causing slight pain.

Deathly silence.

after a long time,

He suddenly looked away.

Running upstairs, the door to the room slammed shut with a bang.

Say nothing.

It was like he was venting his emotions at the moment.

Yu Xuewei stood downstairs, looking at his back as he ran up, and raised her eyebrows slightly.

The arms he held fell down, and his words deepened.

"You also said you don't like it..."

If he really doesn't like it, why is he so angry?

What a weird guy.

She turned around and left.

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Jiang Wen entered the room and dropped his schoolbag on the ground.

The room is covered with clean and soft carpets, the bed is made, and the curtains of the room are opened, so you can see the villa next door.

The view is excellent.

The young man, who had always been gentle and gentle, kicked the stool that was blocking him hard.

The stool "clacked" and was overturned to the ground.

The sound made was loud.

His back is very thin and there is not much flesh on his body.

The pair of eyes that should have been clean and pure were now dark, staring at the opposite side without saying a word.

His fists were clenched, his knuckles turning white.

His chest was heaving and his breathing was heavy, as if he was irritated.

All the unspeakable anger was vented on that poor stool.

The stool was kicked over again, this time directly onto the windshield connected to the balcony.

"Clang——" There was a sound, and cracks appeared in the glass.

There is a vague tendency to fragment.

The young man bit his lip tightly.

"I don't like you anymore..."

She is such a nuisance! fraud!

He never wants to like her again!

The cup was hit hard on the ground and broke into pieces.

Glass all over the floor.

It was eerily quiet.

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It was already dark when Yun Si came out from the company after arranging things.

It was so dark that it looked like it was going to rain.

I turned on the weather forecast and saw that it was indeed raining.

And there may be heavy rainstorms.

She got in the car and the housekeeper of the manor called her.

When it was connected, the housekeeper's amiable voice came from the phone.

"Good evening, madam."

Yun Si put on her Bluetooth headphones, hummed, and started the car.