Chapter 39

Wei Qingxi's bracelet on her wrist crossed Wei Xiaochun's cheek.

The sharp tingle of the bracelet spread on the face, with a burning pain.

With a backhand slap, she was completely confused.

As soon as his head turned, Wei Xiaochun raised his head and glared at Wei Qingxi. "There should be a limit to your nervousness."

Is she a soft bun? Anyone can bully.

Wei Qingxi raises her arm and wants to fight again. This time, Wei Xiaochun doesn't give in any more. She grabs her wrist with her small hand. Her five fingers are so strong that she seems to be fighting for her life.

"No matter how poor I am, I've been swept out of the house. At least I'm my own daughter, and you're only adopted in an orphanage. What capital do you have to show off?" Her little hand forced upward, pushed Wei Qingxi, "you racked your brains to seize all the favor of dad, no matter how hard you try, you are still the adopted daughter."

Her that raise a hand, caused Wei Qingxi's footstep to have small move.

It's like she lost first when she didn't lose. Wei Xiaochun won a little.

Wei Qingxi knows that the biggest source of pain in her life is adoption, and Wei Xiaochun deliberately talks about something that makes her unhappy.

Not to be outdone even deliberately added just two words after, everything changed the taste.

Wei Qingxi's delicate face, green and white by Wei Xiaochun, seems to be weak.

She didn't want to put up with their rude treatment any more.

Luo Tingxuan or Wei Qingxi is no longer tolerant.

"Don't you come to England as an exchange student just to grab the chance to compete with me?" She sneered, looking at Wei Xiaochun's eyes full of irony.

Yes, when she came to England, she really wanted to meet lottingxuan again.

However, for men who have changed their hearts, what can reunion change?

"I know I'm adopted and you're my own child, so I've been striving to be the first step since I grew up. I have to be better than your own daughter in order to stay in the Wei family. Fortunately, I've done it." Wei Qingxi said with pride.

You didn't just do it, you did it even more.

Is that what you did when you were 16 years old?

At a young age, you are very deep and mean.

Is it possible to have a great sense of achievement when you start with your six-year-old sister?

When opening Prada bag, Wei Qingxi takes out a stack of letters from it and smashes them at Wei Xiaochun's face, as if to make a hole in her body. She moves very hard.

The white letter was like a flower scattered by a heavenly daughter, and fell all over the ground.

These letters fall on the ground, just like the first love between Wei Xiaochun and Luo Tingxuan, which is quietly broken, until it can no longer be pieced together.

Wei Qingxi raised her feet. Her red lips, painted with colorful lipstick, crossed a curve of smile. Her eyes were cold, and her heels stepped on those letters. The red high heels were dazzling in a pile of letters. They were terrible red, like a pool of red blood.

It's the blood of Wei Xiaochun's first love with Luo Tingxuan.

"I've read all these letters. Wei Xiaochun didn't expect you to be pure on the surface, but disgusting in your bones." Wei Qingxi smiles incomparably coquettish, "know Luo Tingxuan why to ignore you?"

Wei Xiaochun just stood with an indifferent face.

She can't imagine that Luo Tingxuan has received letters, and even let Wei Qingxi have a look.

This is like a big shame, and it was given by Luo Tingxuan.

Can no longer accept her pursuit of him, but how can their privacy to Wei Qingxi see?

Luotingxuan, you are more scum than you think.

Wei Qingxi stood there looking at her in surprise, with an unexpected look on her face.

Wei Xiaochun didn't retort. Her eyes were as light as water.

She also prepared a lot of words.

Wei Xiaochun knows what she thinks. She has been chasing Luo Tingxuan for so many years and has been trying to figure out the whole story. It's no surprise that she is suddenly quiet.

She is waiting for Wei Qingxi's answer.

Wei Qingxi walks towards her, and her delicate and perfect French nails stab Wei Xiaochun's chest. "Don't think that the whole world owes you. Yes, I can't compare with you in identity. How much did I pay to take care of and understand dad? Are you as good as me in the Wei family? I'm a world-class pianist now, and you? "

When it comes to her proud career, Wei Qingxi is radiant and seems to have injected new energy.

Fingers holding her maid uniform, sharp French nails across her skin, Wei Xiaochun took a breath of cold air.

"What do you look like now?" Wei Qingxi's beautiful face is full of ridicule, "like a lost dog, dying in the face of disaster, admit your life! Sister, Luo Tingxuan will never belong to you in his whole life. "

Don't need to admit one's fate, she and Luo Tingxuan won't have possibility again.

There are too many misunderstandings, too many heart knot, too many unclear.She doesn't know when Luo Tingxuan and Wei Qingxi started.

"Well, that's all I have to say." Carrying a bag, Wei Qingxi turns to go.

She took a few steps, stopped, turned, and took an invitation from her bag.

Then he went to Wei Xiaochun, "this is the wedding invitation for Tingxuan and me. My parents will fly to England tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and then you have to attend."

This is a notice, not a sincere invitation.

Luotingxuan is getting married.

This time, she had no reason not to let go.

Wei Qingxi asked Wei Xiaochun with a smile. "You'll come on your wedding day, won't you? At that time, I will tell you clearly why luotingxuan ignored you. "

In the end, she kept it.

Today's Wei Qingxi, from the beginning to the end, did not intend to Luo Tingxuan ignore her reason honest account.

Difficult and calculating, this is Wei Qingxi's true face.

"Have you said enough?"

Wei Xiaochun couldn't listen any more and turned to go.

Wei Qingxi suddenly holds Wei Xiaochun's arm from behind, and her delicate and beautiful French nails are deeply pinched into her tender meat.

"Remember, luotingxuan is mine. You can't get involved in the day when I'm Wei Qingxi."

Wei Qingxi's strong emphasis.

Wei Xiaochun shakes off her hand and ignores the print on her arm. She says calmly, "you don't have to repeat it. It will only show that you are weak, as if you are not sure to catch Luo Tingxuan."

"You..."

Wei Qingxi's beautiful face is slightly distorted, but she has nothing to say.

She hated Wei Qingxi. No one could guess what she was thinking when she was young. Once she fought back, she hit the nail on the head. It's overwhelming.

Holding out her hand, Wei Qingxi, as if nothing had happened, lifted her long wavy hair and passed by Wei Xiaochun in her high-heeled shoes.

Back is still proud, noble and unattainable.

Like a flower growing on a cliff, proud and cold.

Cheek is hot pain, her face will be disfigured, read a letter, Wei Xiaochun squat down to pick up.

Picking up, the past emerges in my mind, and my eyes become red.

Luotingxuan, can't we go back?

"What are you doing?" A cold voice came from behind.

Wei Xiaochun, who picked up the letter, got up quickly and stood on his side. He did not dare to look at the imperial palace.

Didn't he go to the meeting? How did it come about.

Her face is estimated to have been scratched by Wei Qingxi's bracelet. If Gong Yu sees it, will he pursue it to the end?