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Feng Qingshui: "..."

Lan and Ya: "..."

"You know how to do anything I want you to do, can you do it?" Feng Qingshui narrowed her eyes meaningfully and said in an intoxicating tone, "Little girl, I will give you a reorganization plan." The chance of language, are you thinking about it?" Everyone is an adult, and no one can't see how feasible this answer is, although Feng Qingshui has already understood how obsessed this person is with her like a prophet, but , the reality may not necessarily be what is written in the book?

"I don't think you may know that I don't like others to lie, and I don't like others to ignore their words, not keep their promises, and not keep their promises."

Fingertips as white as jade, tapped and tapped on the marble tabletop, Feng Qingshui spoke slowly and gently, but there was a different kind of danger in that casual gesture: "Say, I want you to do it." If you can do it, what if I ask you to sell your body, your conscience, your wealth and your life?"

Mo Rantong: "..."

"I'm not a little girl!" The woman sitting there has an incomparably beautiful beauty, and wherever she goes, she will attract the attention of countless people. Countless people are crazy about her, shout for her, and are fascinated by her. reverse.

For example, there is a legend about her in Haishi University. Those popular photos and stories clicked on the forum have become the spiritual food of generations of students. She is like the belief they strive to pursue, and she is One of these people, Mo Rantong, once saw the three characters Fengqingshui carved with a knife in the school classrooms, garden corridors, libraries, stones on the grass, etc., the strokes were deep and persistent, There are sporadic words of love next to them, with different signatures. When they first met, Mo Rantong was angry and annoyed. She nervously crossed out those things with a knife and re-engraved her signature, but gradually, she became powerless.

Who is she?

A humble person who can't be more humble, who can't even say that she likes her openly, can only hide in secret and secretly love her, what qualifications does she have to do this, and what qualifications does she have to put their two names together?

"I'm not a little girl, I'm an adult."

As many people admire this person, there are even more people who are jealous and hostile to her. Feng Qingshui's reputation in Haishi University is mixed, and there are countless bad rumors that Guang Mo Rantong has heard. .

For example, it was rumored that Feng Qingshui was born in poverty, and entered the upper class by relying on her beauty and selling her body. Because, when Feng Qingshui first entered Haishi University, her food and clothing were very ordinary. People are no different, but since one day when she got out of the hundreds of millions of luxury cars and was photographed and posted on the forum and spread all over the campus, she has become extravagant. Her clothes, jewelry and bags are estimated by someone. Tens of millions.

It is also rumored that Feng Qingshui is cold on the surface and not easy to get close to, but in fact she is not good at it. She has been with several big bosses in a row, and often steals appointments and guns, and has been abused by many people. Shame.

Of course, there are also people who say that Feng Qingshui is a petty person who is kept by a big boss in the imperial capital who can only understand but can't be said. She was his only canary.

These rumors were described vividly, Mo Rantong heard it in his ears and saw it in his eyes, but he still didn't change his desire for her.

Right now, when she saw Feng Qingshui in a place like the Blue Bar, Mo Ran didn't show it on the surface, but in her heart, she felt that those rumors were probably true, but what could she do?

A heart has become less and less like her with the passage of time. She thinks about it day and night, tossing and turning, hugging the photo in the old mobile phone, her eyes are red, because she knows very well the relationship between the two of them. How big is the difference.

It was one in the sky and the other in the ground. This seemingly insurmountable distance made her almost desperate, and she wanted to have her so much.

My heart is about to break.

She had already sworn that she would use all means to climb up until she stood on a high place and was qualified to reach out to her.

But at this time, a shortcut to the sky was in front of her, and she could touch it as long as she raised her foot. Mo Rantong's eyes flickered, and she felt as if her heart had been split in two, half excited and surprised, half sad and sad.

It was okay when she was gone, no matter whether she was disappointed or resentful, she could only face a paper figure, but now, a real her was in front of her eyes, Mo Rantong took a deep breath, her tone was a little unreadable.

"I'm an adult, so I know what I'm talking about, and I still answer the same sentence just now, I can do whatever you want me to do."

The language is broad and profound, and the same sentence can give people different meanings because of different contexts.

Like now, nights, bars, drunkenness, money, sex transactions...

A series of words made Mo Rantong have to misunderstand Feng Qingshui's question, of course, not only Mo Rantong, but also Lan Ya.

After being in the imperial capital for so long, Lan Ya also knows that Feng Qingshui is quite open in some aspects. Now the two people's questions and answers make her both surprised and angry, because she suddenly understands that just now Qingqing Why did you go to that woman named Xu Nan to join in the fun.

It turned out that Qingqing fell in love with this humble waitress? !

It turned out that Qingqing really fell in love with this waitress? !

"Qingqing!"

Lan Ya, who was jealous and annoyed, blew up.

"Huh?" Taking a casual look at Lan Ya, Feng Qingshui handed her a bottle of wine and said, "Kids don't talk, just drink and play by yourself."

Lan Ya: "..." Has she fallen out of favor?

Lan Ya was wronged, and Mo Rantong was also wronged. An inexplicable sourness flowed from the heart to the limbs and bones, and then permeated to the eye sockets. Mo Rantong stared at Feng Qingshui, his eyes glistened under the light .

Hiss, isn't this person a scheming girl? What's the matter?

A look of surprise flashed away from her eyes, Feng Qingshui looked at Mo Rantong, nodded, and said with a light smile: "In that case, I understand, you go and get me two bottles of wine, and the ones with a low prescription will come later." Two glasses of ice water."

Mo Rantong was stunned after hearing this, and she looked at Feng Qingshui carefully, seeing that she did not seem to be lying, she suddenly felt annoyed that she was being teased.

This kind of feeling is that she managed to convince herself that she was ready to devote herself to being taken care of and played with, but she found that the other party just used her as a waiter.

But, go fuck yourself and think too much.

If she didn't have that kind of meaning, why did she say that kind of ambiguous words, what would she do, she sold her body, her conscience, her family, her life, etc. With her intelligence, doesn't she understand what all this implies?

This is in a bar, a bar!

Mo Rantong: "...Okay, wait a minute." The answer was a bit gnashing of teeth, Mo Rantong bowed and left with a stiff back.

Feng Qingshui: "..."

Gee.

Shaking her head and looking away, Feng Qingshui's mouth curled up, obviously in a good mood, and Lan Ya, who was holding the wine bottle foolishly, felt even more aggrieved by this, she pursed her mouth and complained in a low voice: "Qingqing, do you like Another dog?"

Feng Qing's face was dazed.

"It's the waiter, have you taken a fancy to her, Qingqing, you are too hardworking, I'm going to cry."

As she spoke, Lan Ya blinked her eyes and wanted to cry.

Hua Xinfeng: "..." Being able to compare oneself to a dog is also a talent.

"Don't, don't cry."

Feng Qingshui was not afraid of the Lan family, but she was afraid that Lan Ya's elder brothers would come to find fault with her and bother her every day. She took out a pack of wet wipes from her bag, and Feng Qingshui took out one and handed it to Lan Ya, saying: : "Wipe your face quickly, how could I fall in love with her, it's just the first time we met, not so fast."

Lan Ya: "..." Why did the more she heard these words, the more she felt something was wrong?

Putting down the wine bottle, folded the paper towel and applied it to her eyes for a while, Lan Ya thought as if slipping away, luckily the cosmetics she used were all flower-proof and water-proof, otherwise, she would be ashamed in front of Qingqing.

"You didn't like her, why did you spend so much money?"

Lan Ya's voice was muffled, a little jealous, because she had been with Qingqing for such a long time, and Qingqing only paid for her food, lodging and entertainment, and she had to pay for anything she wanted to buy, which was not fair at all.

Obviously, the relationship between the two of them is closer!

Feng Qingshui was speechless, she tilted her head, wondering: "I'm throwing money because I'm in a good mood tonight, what does it have to do with her, besides, the money is not much, just spend it casually, do you feel bad?"

Lan Ya: "..."

Mo Rantong who came back with a tray: "..."

The two of them were confused by Feng Qingshui's weird brain circuit, so they didn't know how to react, and they became numb to expressionless in the end.

Feng Qingshui drank some more wine, and didn't say anything to Mo Rantong, but Lan Ya, as if she was in a fight with Mo Rantong, kept letting her take wine and drink until she got drunk and lay down. Just stay still on the table.

At this time, it was almost midnight, Feng Qingshui looked at the wine on the table, then at Lan Ya, and said to Mo Rantong, who was standing neatly beside him, "It's too late, I have to go , do you want to go together?"

Feng Qingshui is not drunk after a thousand cups, so her mind is still clear, but the liquor itself is alluring, after drinking so much wine, Fengqingshui is even more like a fairy.

Mo Rantong was silent, she felt the pain and numbness of her legs due to standing for a long time, and after a while, she murmured: "You, are you just joking again, are you kidding me?"

Is this the case for rich people like her?

Do whatever you want, and don't care if it hurts someone?

However, with such inexperience, the ink stains that show everything on the face are too tender in Feng Qingshui's eyes. She raised her eyebrows amusedly, and said disapprovingly: "Ah, yes, I'm just teasing you, then Do you want to come with me?"

Mo Rantong: "...Yes."

Some people say that people with extremely low self-esteem will have particularly strong self-esteem, and Mo Rantong agrees with this.

However, between her self-esteem and this person, she chose the latter.