Slag Girl Illustrated Book

"Who?"

Lanzhu's subordinates went to open the door, and when they met the monkey, it was too late to close the door.

This time, the monkey took off the arm of Lanzhu and then took it back, and then took it back. After doing this for seven or eight times, he finally collapsed.

Crying and begging for mercy.

Ruan Xihe told him to take out his mobile phone on the spot and refund all the money collected from his private account.

Lanbang actually does not have this business, and these are privately collected by Lanzhu.

After all, the Lan Gang existed to help justice, but now it's better, and it has become their pocketbook of rich wealth.

Seeing him hitting the money back one by one, Ruan Xihe stopped.

......

In the past few days, except for Xiao He's entanglement a little tight, life has been living in an orderly manner. Going out to beat hamsters at night, running in the control of power, studying hard during the day, and making progress every day.

It's okay to visit the store, and join the club activities by the way.

The pace of life seems to pick up in an instant, busy from morning to night.

......

It's another get out of class bell.

Ruan Xihe sat in the classroom and did not leave.

She gently shook the colorful little star bracelet on her wrist.

"Why not go to Hehe?"

044 think Ruan Xihe might want to go.

Ruan Xi did not speak while sitting.

Tomorrow Quan Hee Jin will be buried. Her funeral is so unique. Park Jae Hyung built a rose garden for her, and all the guests who came to mourn brought red roses.

For a moment

Even death seems to be tinged with romance.

Silent for a long time

"Book a plane ticket for me."

"good."

Wenqueyi wanted to ask her to have dinner, but only after calling her did she know that Ruan Xihe had arrived at the airport.

After asking about the destination, Wen Queyi spoke carefully.

"Didn't you break up with that person?"

Ruan Xihe pursed his lips. In fact, it might be more appropriate to say that the death escape.

"Go back and get something."

She didn't elaborate.

"When are you coming back?"

"Tomorrow afternoon." The courses here are still very tight.

In foreign universities, it is easy to get in and get out.

"Okay, send me the flight information, and I will pick you up tomorrow afternoon."

"OK."

After boarding the plane, she was a little nervous, afraid of being discovered.

Park Jae-hyung is different from them. Yan Fufeng and He Nanxian don't believe that she is dead, but in Park Jae-hyung, there are no bones in a fire, and she has no chance of surviving.

The president has no thoughts left, his most beloved girl has really passed away.

This night, as Ruan Xihe, she lived in a house close to the cemetery that she bought a few years ago.

When I walked in, I just ran into an aunt from the opposite household.

The aunt seemed to live alone, and the room was deserted. Seeing Ruan Xihe opening the door, she took the initiative to talk to her.

"Little girl, are you the head of this house?"

"Yes."

"It's the first time I saw you come to live, little girl, you are so handsome."

Ruan Xihe chuckled, "Thank you, Auntie."

"You live alone, right? Come to Auntie for dinner tonight. It just so happens that I am also alone. Let's build a group and it's also lively."

"Will that bother you too much?"

"It's okay, no trouble, no trouble."

"Then I'll just put things down and come here."

"good."

Aunt's house was very clean, and there was a black-and-white photo on the side table.

Seeing Ruan Xihe was looking at the one, the aunt said, "Hey, that's my wife. He died of lung cancer the year before, and I moved in after the burial. I went to the cemetery when I was fine, and I could accompany him."

Ruan Xihe glanced back at the aunt, but actually envied the feelings between the older generation.

In this era, everyone is becoming more and more selfish in relationships, and true love seems to be less and less. In the past, a letter with love written on it had to be delivered by a postman for several kilometers. Now an ambiguous text message is delivered once. Sex can be sent to several girls.

Have the times changed? Yes, have we changed? Yes, everyone has changed.

"I really envy you." Ruan Xihe smiled lightly.

It's a pity that she is too selfish. She doesn't want her feelings to be imperfect at all, so she is destined to be impossible with anyone for long.

Auntie's craftsmanship is very good.

Although the meals are all home-cooked, they taste very good.

While chatting while eating, the aunt said, “Recently, a wealthy man’s wife died. He bought a large piece of land and transplanted many roses in it. I heard that it was his wife’s favorite flower during her lifetime. Many people admired it. Come and see."

Ruan Xi paused with the chopsticks hand: "That's it."

When picking dishes, the little star bracelet clinked.

"Yes, it's the first time I have seen red roses for funerals." The aunt said with emotion.

"Very romantic."

"That's true."

the next day

The weather was a bit dim, and there was a light rain in the sky.

In autumn, it rains again, always feeling a little cool.

She wears a mid-length black dress with low waist, her hair is very low, she wears a black gauze hat on her head, and black five-centimeter high heels on her feet.

Big red lips, a pair of sunglasses that can cover most of his face.

Hands with black silk gloves gently picked up a red rose on the table and went out.

The rose garden is beautifully built

She was sitting in the car, lowering the window, and standing beside the tombstone was a tall man with no expression on his face.

Ruan Xihe gently squeezed the rose in his hand.