When Ping Yan found the office where Shen Yuchen was, he was in the room with Lin Lixue like glue, grinding his ears and temples.

The moment he saw her, he was obviously startled, his face showed a different color of blue and horror, but the hand he held on Lin Lixue's waist did not loosen at all, but became tighter and tighter, as if to show Ping Yan...... Playboy's relationship never lasts, they have always been good at spending time and drinking, empathizing with each other.

Such a scene of you and me, Ping Yan has actually seen it many times, and it should not be strange. But today, somehow, when I saw Shen Yuchen's clothes half-open, and he was confused and confused by other women, he had a variety of feelings in his heart.

She asked herself if she was not a woman with a small belly, and she would not be easily trapped by love words, but the bubbling sour and bitter water would soak her heart with resentment and hurt, which was unbearable.

"Brother Yuchen, hurry up and let this woman get out!" Lin Lixue was coquettish in his arms, staring at Ping Yan viciously.

In fact, since her father's birthday banquet that day, Shen Yuchen protected Ping Yan regardless of life and death, she already hated this woman. Later, she found out that Shen Yuchen had found a house for her out of her own pocket, and she was even more disgusted with this woman. She didn't understand how He De, such a lowly woman with a humble status, could be favored by Shen Yuchen. So she sneaked out of school that day, intending to teach her a lesson, who knew that as soon as she entered the flower room on the first floor, she was inexplicably kidnapped by several thieves, and she was almost humiliated.

I want her to be the daughter of the overseer, and she is flattered by thousands of people. He had suffered such an experience, she could only remember the resentment in her heart on Ping Yan's head, who let all this be caused by her.

Shen Yuchen touched Lin Lixue's face, her eyes were full of doting, and she whispered a few words, which made her embarrassed and angry, hung her head and blushed, and no longer aimed her arrogance at Ping Yan.

He straightened up, walked straight over, stopped a few steps away from Ping Yan, and smiled, his eyebrows slightly hooked, full of scorn.

It's really hard to guess people's hearts, and it's hard to draw bones. He was close at hand, but he was farther than the horizon.

Ping Yan suddenly felt ironic, she looked down on herself a little, how could she believe that there are loyal people in this world.

The woman in the dust was once disgusted by the wealthy family, and she read a lot of books about the words of grace, but she never thought that one day she would be fulfilled in herself. She thought that although Shen Yuchen was a young master with a temperament and unruly, he was always pure and good-hearted, but she didn't expect that his family background would create people, and the playboys in this world were originally as black as crows.

It's just that those fragments of life and death that depend on each other and never leave each other are reflected in my mind, which is really heart-wrenching and like a dream.

"Let me guess why you're in such a hurry?" Shen Yuchen leaned forward, his eyes were clear, but he kept patrolling, like a cold gun aimed around, and said in a deep voice that could only be heard clearly: "Are you curious, why is that bronze box in my hand, I obviously got it, why did I give it to you?" ”

Ping Yan stared at him, her innocent and harmless eyes were slightly teasing, like a stick to tease a cat, swaying from side to side.

It feels like a giant trap, toyed with by the hunter with no autonomy.

"You go out first, I have something to discuss." Shen Yuchen turned his head, his tone was gentle, but his eyes were dark, and there was no substantive smile, and he hooked his lips again, adding to the charm, and his voice was soft and ambiguous, "Wait for me in the private room, and wait for Brother Yuchen to surprise you." ”

Lin Lixue was still reluctant, and couldn't help Shen Yuchen's teasing words, his face immediately turned red again, and he ran out of the door in shame.

In such a quiet morning environment, only the music in the dance hall downstairs flows slowly, and the beats are knocked on people's bodies one by one, making it difficult to predict how fast or slow the rhythm will be, and they can only tense their minds.

"You took the bronze box I hid in my clothes that night, didn't you?" She got straight to the point, and her tone was a little excited.

Shen Yuchen didn't have any emotional ups and downs, didn't deny it, nodded very frankly, turned around to pour coffee, and asked casually, "Do you want to add sugar to coffee?" ”

"You answer me!" Ping Yan clenched her fists and spoke resolutely.

He smiled softly, scooped several spoonfuls of sugar into the cup with a small silver spoon, stirred it up elegantly, picked up the fine porcelain tray and turned around slowly, "I remember telling you that desserts can affect a person's mood the most. Every time you see my expression, it doesn't seem to be happy from the heart, always with some sadness and detachment, I can't think of a reason, but whatever the reason, now let's suppress your anger. He handed over the coffee.

She had always been calm, but for some reason her heart was in turmoil from the moment she entered the door, and she didn't want to play any word games with him, so she swept over the porcelain tray with one hand, and the delicate and white porcelain cup fell to the ground, shattered, and the mellow aroma of coffee flowed around in the stagnant air.

"That bronze box you gave me is a fake!"

Shen Yuchen's smiling face was also a little cracked, and he squinted at her, quietly waiting for her words.

"Don't think I don't know, the box was set up by a master of the organ, with a nine-ring lock on it, the shape is the same, and it is difficult to open without skills. And what you gave me, there are only seven rings on it. ”

"What kind of confidential stuff is in that box, and why are you all unscrupulous?"

The more he didn't explain, the more angry Ping Yan became.

She was almost uncontrollable, and without thinking about it, she hurriedly shouted out the answer from the bottom of her heart, "You are for the revolutionary party dormant in the south, are you!" ”

Shen Yujian's face changed instantly, her eyes were heavy, her eyes were like owls, and one hand grabbed her neck viciously, like a crazy beast, irrational, every word seemed to be squeezed out of between her teeth, and she pounced coldly, "Don't think that I care about you, you can be lawless and do whatever you want." Do you know what you're just talking about? ”

Ping Yan was difficult to break free, she was pinched by him, her face was purple, and she was breathless, but she still refused to bow her head and give in, she still stared at him with a vicious gaze, staring and staring, but her eyes were slowly filled with water vapor, oozing tears rolling out.

She really couldn't believe that the fierce man in front of her could be Shen Yuchen. He is no longer as gentle as jade, no longer kind and innocent, like a powerful ghost who has just crawled out of the hell of Shura, and is taking her life every minute and second.

It turned out that the life and death dilemmas that they had experienced together were fleeting and could not be seared into his heart.

He's simply cold-blooded and ruthless.

That kind of tearful eyes were like a sharp knife, piercing into Shen Yuchen's heart, tearing out a blur of flesh and blood.

He let go of his hand tremblingly, and the weightless Ping Yan was like a piece of paralyzed mud, and suddenly fell to the ground, coughing unstoppably.

Shen Yuchen endured the pain that spread out of his internal organs, and sneered: "Don't talk nonsense anymore, this will quickly exhaust the few catties you weigh in my heart." He condescendingly looked at her, clenched his fists, and said as poisonous as a knife, sarcastic and impermanent, "I kindly sent you a bronze box to save the lives of your fellow disciples, thinking of the love between you and me." And now, you've succeeded in me off, and you're worthless in my heart. ”

Ping Yan covered her chest, raised her head gloomily, and his vague shadow was reflected in her tear-soaked eyes, as if she was about to burn, like her heart that had quenched the poisonous fire at the moment.

"Love? It's hard for you to say those two words. Shen Yuchen, I have read countless people, this time I really mistook the fish eye for a pearl, and I mistook you. Ping Yan gritted her teeth and struggled to get up from the ground.

Shen Yuchen's clenched fists moved a few times under him, but after all, he was ruthless and didn't stretch out his hand to help.

"Since I am worthless in your heart, then Young Master Shen, from today onwards, you and I will break off our righteousness and cut off fate." Ping Yan's tears are vertical and horizontal, and her smile is poignant, like a mandala blooming in the dark night, with decisive despair.

After that, he left without looking back.

Shen Yuchen covered his heart, and every inch of flesh and blood on his body was spasmed and twisted in pain. The shadow faded away, like smoke and fog, as if it would dissipate without a trace in the next second, leaving no trace, forever leaving his sight, his life.

What he had begged for was buried by his own hands.

He couldn't control his steps, he was in a trance, he chased a few steps lightly, stepped on a few pieces of broken porcelain, which made him difficult to support, tripped and fell to the ground, the cracked porcelain cut the back of his hand, and there were bright red, hot liquid streams flowing, slowly leaving his body, just like his beloved girl.

He had no strength, like a homeless wild dog, and kept that position, lying on the ground, wishing to bury his body in this abyss underground, and never see the light of day again.

A low whimper came, and he was embarrassed like a beggar, alone, and no one in this world would pity him.

The girl who was in the wind and rain and the smoke of gunpowder in the turbulent world, who was boiling, suffering, and suffering with him, he threw her into his involuntary choice.