Wrong, it should be ironclad and uncooperative.

"Didn't you see the flower messenger next to her?"

"Huh?" Xi Jinmo suddenly felt strange.

In the past, when it came to this topic, Yan Tingjue was just a joke at most, why now it sounds more mocking than cold, and more cold than ridiculous.

Before he could see it clearly, Yan Tianjue had already looked away.

It's just that in the eyes that were removed, the cold light made his steps pause slightly.

I just felt that this glance contained too many things that he couldn't see clearly.

This year, Xi Jinmo is just a student who has just finished the college entrance examination, a son of a wealthy family who does not understand the so-called high danger, high risk, and high intrigue.

I don't know how hard some people have to work to get in that position.

I don't know how much intrigue there is behind.

I don't know how darkness can make people fall into it.

I don't know what I'm going to do to keep it at this point.

He is confined to his own comfortable world, as his carefree young master.

I don't know how to bury the bones behind success. I don't understand what kind of dark world they live in.

Two worlds that are not completely equal in the first place, and understanding cannot be said to be equal.

The so-called distance does not disappear because of their intimacy.

Although they belong to the same aristocracy and the same unattainable branches, there is not a half-star gap between them.

If one symbolizes the gray of black and white, then the other is swarthy black.

Black pure, completely black, so black that it makes people smack.

Those were two different classes, and it was never a joke.

So although there are still commonalities, there are still a lot of accidents.

For example, Xi Jinmo couldn't understand him at this moment.

Looking at his calm expression, he simply asked fiercely, "What's wrong?" ”

"Didn't you come here to inquire clearly?"

"Huh?" What kind of thing, where does his eldest young master want to go, and he still needs to ask what the hell.

The corners of Yan Tianjue's mouth, who had already known his reaction, hooked slightly, contemptuous and cold: "Look at it, you will have to live under other people's hands in the future." ”

"How is that possible!" Xi Jinmo was very disdainful, "What are you kidding?" ”

Yan Tingjue looked at him, and there was not a hint of joking on his face.

Xi Jinmo was indifferent and suddenly lost his voice: "...... What you're saying can't be true. ”

Yan Tingjue didn't speak again this time, so let him be.

If he has to get along with others, he will be sober when he suffers.

Anyway, it's just a younger brother, not a pro, he can fix it as much as he wants.

And even if it's a kiss, it's useless.

He sneered lightly, is there less of a fight between relatives like this.

Anyway, he doesn't believe that there is a so-called true relationship between relatives.

It's just to see who can use more, who can use less, who will be used all the time, and who is the one who takes advantage of people.

Or maybe it's just taking advantage of each other.

After feeling it once, he couldn't help but feel a little more sentimental.

Always do something that shouldn't be emotional.

It doesn't make sense to do things all the time.

What is this, it's like a fool.

It didn't make the slightest sense to say that he looked up at the sky.

But I still do this kind of thing.

It can really be said that it is extremely helpless.

Not only was he melancholy, but the other people were also melancholy, as if they were bound, and there was no way to be happy. Wrong, it should be ironclad and uncooperative.

"Didn't you see the flower messenger next to her?"

"Huh?" Xi Jinmo suddenly felt strange.

In the past, when it came to this topic, Yan Tingjue was just a joke at most, why now it sounds more mocking than cold, and more cold than ridiculous.

Before he could see it clearly, Yan Tianjue had already looked away.

It's just that in the eyes that were removed, the cold light made his steps pause slightly.

I just felt that this glance contained too many things that he couldn't see clearly.

This year, Xi Jinmo is just a student who has just finished the college entrance examination, a son of a wealthy family who does not understand the so-called high danger, high risk, and high intrigue.

I don't know how hard some people have to work to get in that position.

I don't know how much intrigue there is behind.

I don't know how darkness can make people fall into it.

I don't know what I'm going to do to keep it at this point.

He is confined to his own comfortable world, as his carefree young master.

I don't know how to bury the bones behind success. I don't understand what kind of dark world they live in.

Two worlds that are not completely equal in the first place, and understanding cannot be said to be equal.

The so-called distance does not disappear because of their intimacy.

Although they belong to the same aristocracy and the same unattainable branches, there is not a half-star gap between them.

If one symbolizes the gray of black and white, then the other is swarthy black.

Black pure, completely black, so black that it makes people smack.

Those were two different classes, and it was never a joke.

So although there are still commonalities, there are still a lot of accidents.

For example, Xi Jinmo couldn't understand him at this moment.

Looking at his calm expression, he simply asked fiercely, "What's wrong?" ”

"Didn't you come here to inquire clearly?"

"Huh?" What kind of thing, where does his eldest young master want to go, and he still needs to ask what the hell.

The corners of Yan Tianjue's mouth, who had already known his reaction, hooked slightly, contemptuous and cold: "Look at it, you will have to live under other people's hands in the future." ”

"How is that possible!" Xi Jinmo was very disdainful, "What are you kidding?" ”

Yan Tingjue looked at him, and there was not a hint of joking on his face.

Xi Jinmo was indifferent and suddenly lost his voice: "...... What you're saying can't be true. ”

Yan Tingjue didn't speak again this time, so let him be.

If he has to get along with others, he will be sober when he suffers.

Anyway, it's just a younger brother, not a pro, he can fix it as much as he wants.

And even if it's a kiss, it's useless.

He sneered lightly, is there less of a fight between relatives like this.

Anyway, he doesn't believe that there is a so-called true relationship between relatives.

It's just to see who can use more, who can use less, who will be used all the time, and who is the one who takes advantage of people.

Or maybe it's just taking advantage of each other.

After feeling it once, he couldn't help but feel a little more sentimental.

Always do something that shouldn't be emotional.

It doesn't make sense to do things all the time.

What is this, it's like a fool.

It didn't make the slightest sense to say that he looked up at the sky.

But I still do this kind of thing.

It can really be said that it is extremely helpless.

Not only was he melancholy, but the other people were also melancholy, as if they were bound, and there was no way to be happy.