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ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 129

Wang Yue blinked, and the portrait in his pupils disappeared, replaced by a dark depth.

Wang Yue put his hands in his trouser pockets, walked out of the glass house, Zhang Kuai and the others breathed a long sigh of relief, although the final result was not within their expectations, but it was obviously the one they hoped for the most, seeing Wang Yue leave, they hurriedly followed.

"Wang Yue." Jiang Xuanye's gentle face was filled with a warm smile, and the tone of greeting made it impossible to find a flaw.

Jiang Zhishui never disdained to call Wang Yue's name, but Jiang Xuanye always called Wang Yue's name very affectionately every time he met Wang Yue, closed his eyes and tasted it, as if he was really greeting him like a confidant and friend.

Wang Yue stopped, glanced at Jiang Xuanye a few times, first made a surprised look, then made a happy look, and said kindly: "Oh, it turned out to be Xuanye, long time no see!" ”

Jiang Zhishui frowned, Wang Yue would have called "Jiang Xuanye" directly, but Wang Yue called Xuanye, he was not worthy of this title.

Compared with Jiang Zhishui's frowning dissatisfaction, Jiang Xuanye's expression was extremely happy, as if he liked the title "Xuanye", smiled lightly, and said, "Are you free?" Let's go have a meal together. ”

"Nope!" Wang Yue refused directly.

Jiang Xuanye shook his head slightly, expressing deep regret, but the smile on his face remained unchanged, and said: "It's okay, next time, I think after the championship is over, I think you will have a lot of time, and then I will make an appointment with you, we will have a good get-together, of course, if you have time, you can make an appointment with me at any time, I will be on call." ”

Jiang Xuanye did not have the arrogance of a superior, and in his words and deeds, he even had the intention of lowering his posture and taking the initiative to make friends with Wang Yue, which was in stark contrast to Jiang Zhishui, who was full of indifference beside him.

Wang Yue didn't mean to talk much, raised his feet and prepared to leave, but before he could take the first step, Jiang Xuanye seemed to suddenly remember something, and hurriedly said: "By the way, I've seen Ah Li, she's lost weight!" ”

The soles of Wang Yue's feet that were about to land stopped instantly, frozen in mid-air, and his entire thighs, including his whole body, were as stiff as iron.

Wang Yue pursed his lips that were a little trembling, all along, Ah Li was the softest existence in his heart, Ah Li's smile left was a past thing that he could never let go of in his heart, Wang Yue knew that her smile was just to hide the bleeding heart.

This is Jiang Xuanye, a sentence that can't find the slightest pickiness, and outsiders feel cordial in their hearts, but it is like a bone and soul breaking nail, pierced Wang Yue's heart, causing Wang Yue's heart to gush out bursts of suffocating pain, the pain in the body can be tolerated, and the infinite regret in the heart of the unbearable.

Wang Yue secretly made up his mind that when the matter of the tournament was over, he must go to find Ah Li, and in time, he would definitely throw the check for three million on Jian Zhongfeng's face.

Wang Yue breathed a long sigh of relief, his pale face flushed a little, his stiff body also regained some softness, and the soles of his feet hanging in mid-air fell steadily to the ground and continued to walk.

Wang Yue, who was walking, seemed to suddenly remember something, his body paused, and his voice was mixed with a smile: "Murong is affectionate, it's beautiful!" ”

Wang Yue sneered in his heart, Jiang Xuanye stabbed him in the heart with Ah Li, he didn't mind stabbing Jiang Xuanye's heart with Murong Confession, although he didn't have the slightest trust in Murong Confession's body, but I believe that this sentence combined with the ambiguous scene just now was enough to sharpen the dagger that stabbed Jiang Xuanye extremely sharp.

"Jiang Zhishui, see you in a week's championship!" Wang Yue put down this sentence with a bit of a decisive meaning of life and death, raised his footsteps, and left with his head held high.

Jiang Zhishui gave Wang Yue's back a contemptuous look, and the tip of his nose let out a cold snort, and said: "The remnant star also dares to be with the light of the bright moon, a week later, the championship competition, I will wait for you!" ”

Wang Yue's back gradually blurred, but Jiang Zhishui, who let go of the cruel words, was still unwilling, his eyes were like knives, and he scraped a few glances in the direction of Wang Yue's departure before he stopped.

"Brother, what do you think of that woman?" There are very few people who can make Jiang Zhishui unable to see through, and Murong is exactly within that very few category.

Jiang Xuanye touched his prismatic chin, Yingting's neck was slightly raised, and there was a thick smile in his understated tone: "Look at it with the eyes of a beautiful woman!" ”

Jiang Zhishui frowned, he also couldn't see through Jiang Xuanye, the eldest brother, Jiang Xuanye, who had always regarded women as nothing, would be moved by Murong, which was unacceptable to think about.

Murong bears the name of the fairy of Huacheng, but her temper is moody, like an unintentional demon, and no one can see through what she is thinking.

Jiang Xuanye, who has always regarded women as the medal of the Successful, confessed his affection to Murong once, but the result was a simple refusal, the reason is very straightforward, just like the goddess refuses to sling, you can't reach the height of my Murong affection.

Jiang Zhishui had been cultivating in the deep mountains and old forests for a year, and when he heard "You can't reach the height of my Murong heart", the corners of his twitching mouth almost didn't fall to the ground.

Jiang Xuanye couldn't reach the height of Murong Affection's heart, Jiang Zhishui couldn't imagine who else in the Flower City could reach the height of Murong Affection's heart, this was not only Jiang Zhishui's opinion, but everyone who heard this sentence and heard Jiang Xuanye's name thought so.

Jiang Zhishui has always regarded that sentence as Murong Confession's refusal to reject Jiang Xuanye's words, but today, Murong Confession actually showed different emotions to Wang Yue, although she said that she didn't love him, her heart didn't belong to him, but she said in an extremely positive tone that her body belonged to him, and no one could touch it in this life.

Because Wang Yue didn't understand Murong Confession, he thought that Murong Confession was playing tricks on him, but Jiang Zhishui knew that although Murong Confession was moody and sometimes crazy, the words that could be exported were never half a false word.

Jiang Zhishui couldn't imagine that the woman that his brother Jiang Xuanye couldn't get was actually obtained by Wang Yue, even if Jiang Xuanye was not jealous, he was a little jealous, because Murong was also the object of his affection, but because Jiang Xuanye confessed in advance, he never argued, and now that Wang Yue got it, how could he be willing.

"Stop the water, he has a war letter to you." Jiang Xuanye's voice was as soft as a woman, and as gentle as a scholar, it was difficult to find any unusual emotions other than a smile on this man's face.

Jiang Zhishui pulled Binglan with one hand and hugged Binglan's willow waist, grabbed his hair lazily with one hand, his voice was scattered, and he changed his voice as he walked: "Last time it was between you, I didn't intervene, I just stepped on it, and finally you let him go, I didn't speak, this time he found me, I'm not you, I'll kill him!" ”