Zhou Ting stared at her, from head to toe and from foot to head.

She didn't hide the surprise on her face: this woman is definitely not a national beauty!

Yan Xi's head was wrapped in gauze, and the faint dried blood stains on the inner layer of the gauze were clearly visible. Her eyelids were a little puffy, her face was flat, her face was sallow, her hair was messy, and the clothes on her body were ordinary in texture and style. Especially the coat, which already looks crumpled, has no temperament at all.

She just stood there, her head bowed, and she didn't say a word, like a man who had been sick for a long, long time, and was so haggard that she was in a mess.

Zhou Ting was originally aggressive and called the door Xingshi as a "genuine" to ask for the guilt, but she didn't expect that the "little three" not only did not have the slightest sense of pride, but this appearance.

It's like a strong man, who punches down and suddenly finds himself smashing on cotton.

Zhou Ting said lightly: "You sit." ”

The tone was not arrogant, but the gratuitous arrogance, just like the queen ordered the surrounding subjects - this woman, with the same aura on her body as Wang Donglin, grew up immersed in an atmosphere of extreme privilege, as if this shijie existed because of them.

It is said that she, like Wang Donglin, began to take her grandfather's special plane to Shijie at the age of three or five, and met the leaders of many countries, and was a guest at various feasts.

It's this damn superiority.

Yan Xixian finally understood that she hated Wang Donglin so much.

He and this woman are actually a match made in heaven, just right.

Especially Zhou Ting's eyes at this time are clearly the style of the queen's mother - as long as the concubine does not answer correctly, she will be killed with a cane immediately.

In fact, she, Zhou Ting, is not qualified to point fingers here at all now-but, for a privileged lady like her, she is used to it in her bones - whether she is qualified or not.

Yan Xixian didn't want to be killed like her cousin's high school girl.

So she just stood, just glancing at Zhou Ting, but quickly lowered her head again. Zhou Ting could see it clearly, there was a faint bloodshot in her eyes, and she was listless, as if a person was very, very desperate about life.

How desperate does such a young woman have to be to life to have such indifferent eyes?

Not even a little life.

How does this look like a pixen who is proud of the spring breeze? On the contrary, she is more like the dregs of the church than she is.

Zhou Ting was secretly shocked in her heart: The woman who called Wang Donglin to cheat and regret her marriage was really the woman in front of her? What did she make Wang Donglin obsessed?

If Yan Xian is energetic and beautiful like a fairy, and her sense of superiority is bursting as soon as she comes up, maybe Zhou Ting's interest will come immediately - the problem is that in the face of such a sick woman, she is actually quite hesitant, and she doesn't know what means to use: before she came, the dozens of methods taught to her by her mother did not work, as if she was invincible.

No, the legendary "vixens" who are favored by men are not like that at all.

She suspected that she had recognized the wrong person, and confirmed again: "Yan Xixi, right?" ”

Yan nodded carefully, and finally sat down opposite her.

Zhou Ting looked at her in disbelief: "Miss Yan, what's the matter with the injury on your head?" ”