Chapter Ninety-Nine: The Hurt I Give
In the pure white and huge ward, the two eyes intersected, and a silent battle was about to break out.
"I advise you not to fight Gu Wei's idea." Qin Xiaoran's originally indifferent gaze gradually became cold, "Don't even think about moving a finger." ”
Jiang Qingyan lowered her head and hid her face and chuckled, half a point mocking: "The little princess of the Qin family has spoken, but it really scares me." ”
The last word fell, and the fake smile on her face gradually disappeared, and she raised her head with a sharp look in her eyes.
"It's just that a person who will die in a few years still speaks so loudly."
"Aren't you afraid that I will expose this matter and make your Qin family end up?"
"The truth of Lin Shu's words has to be weighed by the world, let alone you?" Qin Xiaoran put down the book and curled his lips, "What capital do you have to move me?" Can we bring down the Qin family? ”
"Jiang Qingyan, you're still a little sober, huh?"
Qin Xiaoran looked at the gradually hideous face of the person opposite, and a contemptuous smile appeared in his throat.
"What are you relying on? How many years do you have left to squander your proud capital? ”
"If I'm not mistaken, you will be thirty in two years, there are so many young and beautiful little girls in the world, which boy is willing to bother for you?"
"Qin Xiaoran! You shut up! Jiang Qingyan yelled hysterically, her disguised kindness and friendliness gone, "What do you know? You know what! ”
Qin Xiaoran chuckled, picked up the book in his hand and looked at it, he had obviously run out of patience for Jiang Qingyan.
"I'm tired, you can go back." Her voice was faint, and it seemed that Jiang Qingyan was embarrassed at this moment, "Whether it is to return to China or return to your President Lin, it is good to go anywhere, just don't bother me here." ”
While alienated and elegant, while hoarse.
The same ward, but two worlds.
One is the daughter of a real wealthy family, and the other is a "Cinderella" who wants to leap into a branch and become a phoenix.
Qin Xiaoran's demeanor and conversation are what she Jiang Qingyan has wanted to become all her life, but she will never be able to become.
China City A————
Today is the day before the winter vacation, Si Fang ate breakfast bought by his uncle at home, and came to school in his car.
It wasn't until she walked into the school gate that Gu Wei drove away.
He only paid lip service to repentance, and that is precisely the saddest part.
The winter in City A was very cold, so Si Wei wrapped himself in a scarf and took a breath of hot air into the palm of his hand, which turned into a white mist in the dry air.
After greeting the classmates she met on the road, she hurried into the classroom.
Jiang Yihuai had already sat in his seat, and at a glance, it was easy to see the two hot breakfasts on his table.
Si Fang's heart suddenly felt a little sour, but he couldn't say why, so he could only drag his slightly heavy steps over.
"Coming?" He looked up at her, and although he had a smile on his face, he couldn't hide the black and blue in his eyes.
Apparently he didn't sleep well last night.
"Eat, don't be hungry." Jiang Yihuai put a breakfast on her table, and had no intention of mentioning their conversation last night.
Somehow, Si Fang suddenly remembered the first time they met.
In the bookstore in the afternoon, in the warm sunshine, it was the first time she saw him.
At that time, Jiang Yihuai was still domineering, and he could be angry for a while if he didn't say the right word.
But why.....
Why did he become so cautious as he is now? I don't even have the courage to say a word.
Who is this all because of, Si Fang knows very well in his heart.
So, she was even more upset.
"What, it's porridge again." She opened the bag, the heat was all over her face, and there were droplets of water on her eyelashes, and she didn't know where it came from.
"Hey, Jiang Yihuai, what else do you buy besides knowing how to buy porridge?"
She could only play with him as usual, and ate breakfast one bite at a time, according to his wishes.
She didn't want to hurt him anymore.
She couldn't hurt him anymore.