In this villa, Xianxian is the master of the word.

So not long after, several violent male maids were kicked out of the villa.

The light golden sunlight is falling, and a particularly warm scene is about to appear in the garden-

The girl in the tutu skirt leaned over, ready to pull the boy huddled on the ground up.

Yinhe interrupted: "Niangniang, pay attention to the rationality of the character. ”

The hand stretched out in mid-air stiffened so awkwardly.

Xian Xian thought, what kind of character is the original owner Chi Yin?

Oh,Perennial home to huddle in the room to paint.,Even the meal is asked to be put at the door by the maid.,The arrogant fifteen-year-old little Lori.。

She stared at the top of the young man's black hair, withdrew her hand casually, patted the hem of her pink skirt, and said in the tone of the original owner: "Hey, Song Shi, isn't it cold on the ground, get up." ”

Hearing the system sound of reducing happiness value, Xian Xian was stunned for the first time, she didn't scold the young man, what happiness value did he subtract?

She endured it, but in the end she couldn't bear it, and squatted down coldly and pulled the boy up.

The garden floor was paved with cobblestones, and it was uneven everywhere, and suddenly he was pulled up by the fairy, and the boy stumbled, and his knees were slammed into the ground, and blood gushed out.

He had been curled up on the ground because of injuries to his knees.

And at this time, the injury was on top of injury, and the young man pursed his pale lips and raised his eyes to look at the fairy-

The warm sunlight fell on the top of the girl's hair, and the golden glow on the beautiful and flawless countenance, though a little cold, was still like an angel sent by God to save him.

But the boy took a deep breath, and while enduring the pain in his lap, he was—

Slap the hand of the fairy away!

There was a snap.

The palm in front of him shrank, and the back of the snow-white hand turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

- I want you to fake good intentions.

Song Shi didn't think about it at all.

He was from a location just in time to see the second floor of the villa.

So every time ...... Every time, he knew that the girl was standing in front of the window and watching him be beaten.

His heart was already cold.

Do not expect any salvation.

Song Shi limped past the immortals, and the whole process was without saying a word.

Xianxian covered her hand that was hurt and looked back at the back of the young man leaving.

She could immediately recall what she had just seen.

The boy's hair was shoulder-length, his bangs covered his eyes, revealing only a pointed and delicate chin, and pale lips without the slightest color, he was only seventeen years old, his skin was pale, and his body was even thinner than that of a girl, and every bit could reveal the unhappiness of life.

It seems that if you want to make the teenager happy, it is really a long way to go......

She followed Song Shi step by step.

……

Immediately, Xianxian found that there was such a desolate and narrow place in such a gorgeous European-style villa.

In a small dark room of less than ten square meters, there is not even a bed, a futon is placed on the ground, and the bread that has been separated for I don't know how many days is cherished and placed next to the quilt, hard as a stone.

The boy staggered to sit on the futon and wiped his hands with his servant's clothes.

Hearing the movement behind him, he looked at the immortal in silence.

What kind of eyes are they.

It is clearly a very beautiful phoenix eye, but it is dead and silent, and there is no brilliance in the pitch black, as if all hope is being wiped out day after day-

It's not that the boy doesn't want to leave here, but he is only seventeen years old, he has no identity and no education, and since he was adopted, his world has only been this villa.

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