Chapter 3828

After the call. Before he spoke, he opened his mouth in a gentle tone, like coaxing a child.

"You did a good job."

Xi Tong nestled in bed, holding the quilt, soft and coquettish: "reward."

"I've sent it to you." the tone across the phone was calm and patient.

Xi Tong sighed: "you're boring. Can't you play with me for a while?"

"You can find other toys. I'm sure you'll like them."

The little girl snorted and stopped talking lazily.

The phone remained quiet for a minute, with a gentle voice like an elder. When it was transmitted through the Internet cable, there would be some deep love, lingering on people's heart: "if it's okay, I'll hang up first."

"That's all right." Xi Tong lowered her eyes and stared at her fingertips. Her lips smiled brightly. After the phone hung up, she buried her face on the doll.

If she didn't know what Rong Bai did, I'm afraid she would really think that this guy is ruthless and doesn't want to cultivate himself, so she's almost disillusioned with the world of mortals and become a monk.

At the thought of someone's gentle and compassionate appearance, Xi Tong chuckled.

False compassion.

The sun came in through the half open window and fell on the white bouquet. It jumped and mottled, cut into light and darkness, and the petals stretched out. Slender and clear fingers stretched out, the skin was almost white to transparent in the sun, with a cold jade like luster, and a ring was worn on the tail finger. Holding a pair of scissors in his hand, he carelessly cut off the excess part of the bouquet.

A slight click sounded in silence.

"Rong Liyu has been tossed like this by you. Don't you start?" the palm sized devil lazily flew to her side and sat on the window lattice. The bat wings behind him spread out, dark red in black, strange and beautiful lines, and looked evil and lazy in the sun.

"Don't worry." the man was dressed in a snow-white sweater. He was lazy at home and melted into the halo. Gold wire glasses set off the shallow eyebrows and eyelashes. The brown eyes were as deep as the sea, and said calmly, "it's not time yet."

The voice fell and clicked again. She calmly cut off the flowers and leaves, with light movements. She looked compassionate and patient, but contradictory, with an unspeakable cruelty.

"Don't cut it! It's good. You'll cut it bald again." the devil really couldn't see it anymore, frowned and shouted.

Dye Bai picked her eyebrow and looked at the flourishing flower bouquet inserted in the vase. I don't know how the devil came to such a conclusion: "if you don't cut it now, you won't have a chance in the future."

She said quietly that the understatement of pruning, calm eyebrows and eyes, such an appearance will never be seen through: "prosperity will decline, a truth."

The devil felt that the white shadow was shooting something, but he was too lazy to think about these reasons. However, his host was a special "reasonable" person.

He patted the bat wings and flew to the flowers. After smelling the flowers, he still felt that he didn't smell the light fragrance of dyed white.

"Cut it, cut it, it won't make you bald." the devil said indifferently, "when are you going to do it?"

Now it's like that outside. All the departments of Rong family are ready to move. Only dyeing white and thinking of cutting flowers here are leisurely and comfortable.

"Rong Liyu's influence for so many years will not fall down easily." ran Bai chuckled with a flat and low voice: "he is also observing and waiting for the first bird."

Cut it off again and the flowers and leaves fall.

"Whoever stands up at this time will become the object of sacrifice."

So she asked Xi Tong to push Rong Mo out and be a stupid bird.

But Rong Mo is not stupid. If he is smart enough, he should know what he should do next.

"Rong Liyu suspects that Rong Mo will push the contradiction to other illegitimate children."

Gentle and compassionate, she put down her scissors.

"Isn't it fun for a dog to bite a dog?"

She is more willing to be innocent, be alone and be a player behind the scenes than to take the initiative to fight and fall into the circle of power.

She did nothing.

Did everything again.

The devil's scalp was numb. He labeled dyed white as extremely good at playing with people's hearts.

"You're not afraid to roll over," he muttered lazily, and his beautiful dark red eyes were tinged with interest.

"Everything needs to take risks." ran Bai looks at him, as if he can drown people in the deep sea. "I believe I will win."

A firm tone.

"I also believe you will win." the devil was laughing. He flew to the dyed white shoulder and rubbed her neck.

same day,

When rongmo returns home, ranbai is sitting on the sofa. She waves to the boy and says with a smile, "come and talk to your sister."

Rongmerton looked at his smiling figure on the sofa, walked over and sat next to the dyed white.

Dyed white can see the cyan black in the boy's eyes. He is very tired. This matter has a great impact on Rong Mo, and it takes a while to solve it. At least he won't act rashly for a while.

"Is the psychological pressure great?" ran googlean gave him a cup of tea and asked.

There was a TV play on the TV. The lights in the living room were warm. Rong Mo didn't want to watch it. He nodded, obediently took it over, took a drink and whispered, "sister, I'm a little tired."

In fact, he is very tired, but he has no object to talk to.

He has no friends.

Over the years, there has been only white tolerance around us from beginning to end.

But she's so perfect that she doesn't belong to him.

At that moment, rongmo had an impulse to say it, but he was soon restrained.

"It's because of the company." ranbai thought, "it's not a good thing. Learn more from them. They are your predecessors and know a lot."

Rongmo smiled. "I know, too. I'll try to learn from them."

"One thing has disadvantages and benefits, depending on how you choose," she said.

Rong Mo was stunned for a moment. After reacting, he found that she was teaching him, and there was a slight wave in his heart.

The more he didn't know what she was thinking.

Clearly know that these can not be true, but there is still a warmth flowing out of the desolate bottom of my heart and pouring into the cold blood.

"Thank you," he whispered, his eyebrows soft.

"Thank you for what? I'm your sister." ran Bai smiled, reached out and rubbed his head. Her voice was gentle and indulgent: "tell me what you want. Don't put it in your heart alone."

Does she do this to everyone?

Rong Mo had a dark idea in his heart, like a seed buried in the soil, sprouted over time, controlled uncontrollable savage growth, and was more prosperous by a wild fire.

"Will my sister always teach me?" he shouldn't have asked, but he still asked.

"Of course." ran Bai smiles.

Until you die.

Jung Mo's eyebrows and eyes stretch and his earlobes turn red.

"We are very clever, but no one has found out yet." she smiled with a deep and pleasant voice.