The cheongsam beauty becomes a god after the end of the law

"How do you define us now?"

Agarwood's heart stagnated, and there was a huge, cold and dry ball stuck between the throat and chest.

What should come will come, and what should be faced must be faced.

For some things, it’s better to say it clearly in advance.

After organizing the language for a long time, I found that no matter how I said it, it was not appropriate enough.

She couldn't tell clearly.

If you want to make it clear, you have to tell him your entire mental journey.

Only by telling her all that he had experienced over the past hundred years could he understand and understand her fear and sense of unworthiness.

It seems that there is no suitable language that can not violate one's wishes.

Agarwood took a secret look at He Chongtian. His profile was cold and lonely at this time, dyed with cold blue ambient light, and his silent and drooping lips were filled with stubborn willfulness.

She wanted to tell him that she didn't want to let him down, but she felt that her words were frivolous and meaningless.

When He Chongtian didn't get a response, he glanced at her and asked seriously: "Chen Xiangyin, you can't speak with this mouth?"

Chen Xiang took a deep breath and said, "Friend."

"What kind of friend?"

He then asked back, his tone was joking and sarcastic, and he sneered and said: "Friend..."

He Chongtian's face was gloomy, and the atmosphere in the car dropped to freezing point, echoing the dampness and coldness of the winding mountain road.

Chen Xiang said: "Good friend." She didn't dare to look at him, she tightened her clothes and wanted to cut through the mess quickly.

"Why?" He Chongtian's completely cold tone was filled with perverse dissatisfaction.

Chen Xiang felt guilty, both towards him and herself. It was like a ball of paste was stuffed in her head and she couldn't think properly.

"I can't hold you in my heart..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a bang, the accelerator was pressed hard, and the car accelerated rapidly.

Chen Xiangyin only felt that his back was getting closer and closer to the seat, and his mind was simply moved to the back of the car by inertia.

He Chongtian's voice was low but irritable, "If you can't fit me, who can?"

Chen Xiangyin wanted to explain that she couldn't bear this feeling.

It’s not that I don’t like it, it’s not that I don’t want it, it’s just the opposite.

Before he could speak, He Chongtian interrupted, "Okay, don't tell me, I don't want to hear it."

Chen Xiangyin swallowed the words in her mouth, which were blocked in her heart, making her unable to breathe. She was glad that she didn't say them out.

If he could stop thinking about it, and she would stop thinking about it, he could misunderstand her no matter what.

It would be better for everyone if the relationship stops before it gets out of control.

He no longer has to be implicated in stupidity by her, and she doesn't have to worry about being trapped in a fruitless love affair.

The car continued to drive at high speed, and Chen Xiang felt suffocated, so he opened the window and lit a cigarette.

A rumble of cool wind blew in, causing eardrums to ache.

She caught a glimpse of He Tongtian clenching the steering wheel, the veins on his arms bulging, and the light red color of the tattoo on his arms rapidly deepening.

She was too hurtful, and Chen Xiangyin quickly made up for it: "It's my problem, it's me who's wrong. You did nothing wrong. There's no need to be unhappy. It's not worth it."

He smiled mockingly at the sky, raising the corners of his lips. His tone sounded like a joke, but it sounded extremely gloomy, "Are you comforting me, or reminding me how stupid I am?"

Chen Xiangyin stopped talking and rested his elbows on the edge of the car window, looking at the shrinking city down the mountain and seeing a vast expanse.

It has never been a necessity for her children to love her, it is just an adjustment.

If it weren't for He Chongtian, she wouldn't have known that a man could make someone lose control to such an extent.

However, I originally thought that it would be easier if I explained it clearly, but my heart seemed to be missing a piece, and it was hollow and echoed in the cool mountain breeze.

For the rest of the journey, neither of them said a single unnecessary word.

On the mountain, everything is done according to procedures.

Chen Xiangyin looked at the piece of land he won the bid for. It was on the west side of the top of the mountain and had an excellent geographical location.

It's funny to say that she didn't do anything at all. This piece of land was given to her by He Chongtian, along with all the subsequent planning teams.

Chen Xiangyin and Du Hongqiu were leaving for Jiangnan the next day and would not come back until a week later.

According to the process, she won the bid a few weeks ago, and she would be late to sign the contract when she came back.

Although this land originally belonged to He Chongtian, she could give it to her in any way she wanted.

But He Chongtian had a stubborn idea in his head at the moment.

Before Shen Xiangyin left, he wanted to see her one more time. He said he would go to her with the contract early the next morning.

He Chongtian has a strong self-esteem, but in this matter, his violence is even better.

Agarwood leads to the end, impossible.

Whether she is heartless or unreasonable, whether she has something to hide, or whether she is pretending that others cannot tolerate him...

He had plenty of time to pass through her body and hold her soul.

……

Agarwood caused a sleepless morning, and she had a long dream.

The dreams are all fragments.

She dreamed of Pang Wenkui's face, with deep wrinkles and a ferocious smile.

He greedily snatched her hand, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it, causing a squeaking sound and blood and flesh flying everywhere.

She dreamed that the crane was looking at her with a dark face and said nothing.

I dreamed of sitting on a rocking boat with rough wind and waves, no mooring and no oars.

After taking a hot bath, Chen Xiangyin turned on the stereo in the room and played some relaxing Pingtan tunes.

The playful singing brings a sense of hope and joy to the cold morning.

The meaning of life will always fall to the ground. Living in a dream or living in the past is not good.

As long as you can still feel it, hear it, see it, smell it, touch it... it won't be too bad.

Chen Xiangyin thought so, packing up her favorite cheongsams one by one and putting them in the box.

I worked on Du Hongqiu's spring clothes very late last night, but fortunately they were finished.

After ironing it meticulously, Chen Xiangyin folded it neatly and placed it in a paper bag. He also cut a spring orchid in the window sill flowerpot and put it in together.

After tidying up, Chen Xiangyin combed her natural curly hair into a lazy bun, leaving two random curls on both sides.

The cheongsam with jasmine, white, rust and green patterns is very suitable for spring.

Chen Xiangyin stared at the jade bracelet on his wrist, looked at it again and again, finally took it off, wrapped it in a piece of satin cloth, and placed it in the innermost layer of the jewelry box.

Simply sweep the eyebrow pencil across the ends of the eyebrows, and apply a little lipstick evenly.

The person in the mirror is very young, with firm and fair skin glowing with delicate luster.

Chen Xiangyin dragged his simple luggage and sent a message to He Chongtian before going out, telling him that he would go to Chenji Baozi Shop for breakfast first.

The morning in the ancient town is full of vitality. The buds growing from the willow trees echo the colors embellished on her cheongsam. The joyful and peaceful beauty is at ease at this time.

Chenji Baozi Shop is still closed today, and there is no one at the door.

As Chen Xiangyin approached, he saw Du Hongqiu wearing a white old man's shirt sitting on the doorstep.

The weather in March was far from being this warm, so Chen Xiangyin hurriedly stepped forward to pull him up.

"Why are you wearing so little and sitting at the door? Come in with me."

Du Hongqiu didn't let her pull him up and looked up at her with a complicated expression on his face.

Chen Xiangyin had never seen such a heavy and aggrieved expression on Du Hongqiu's face.

"What's wrong?" Chen Xiang asked.

"Sister Shen, I can't go." Du Hongqiu's eyes were dim and his voice was trembling and choked.

Chen Xiangyin felt as if a basin of ice water was poured over his head, "Why?"

She followed Du Hongqiu's gaze and turned to look behind her.

The ghost wearing a horse-faced skirt and carrying a cold iron chain approached step by step.

It was Ah Pong. She had never been so afraid of Ah Pong.

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