C34 You like this?

You like this?

She found me a comfortable chair and made me sit down. She deliberately took out the tissue that she had brought with her to wipe it off, which moved me a lot. I didn't know if she would be a good woman to have a family with, but I was certain that she was a kind woman.

At the moment of quiet conversation, she whispered to me, Are my parents very traditional feudal?

Of course I understand, what she really meant by that? What she really wanted to ask was whether my parents would be able to accept a girl like her in the future. I nodded my head in affirmation and lowered the temperature of my relationship with her.

Actually, I know that I may not be able to handle a girl like this, but at this moment, I clearly feel that she does have a kind of indescribable goodness to her. Her gentleness, her shyness, her optimism, her humor, her charm, made me feel relaxed and happy.

I thought that if I ignored her and the man, ignored all the illogical stories and her "high tastes," she would be a pretty good woman in my kingdom, but the cruelty of reality, the coldness of the world, made it impossible for me to travel through time and space and choose the past again.

At this moment, she told me that the "demon" wasn't her first love for her boyfriend, but a billionaire who she didn't like but couldn't get rid of, and here she couldn't tell what had happened with him. She didn't love him, but he loved her as if he had gone too far, and whatever she wanted, he could give it to her, and for her sake, he seemed to give it all.

She said that the first time she met him was in a bar, and when she was still a student, she came here on a Sunday when she was bored and met him. He was older than her by ten years, and although she was reluctant to meet him at first, she was unable to stop his attacks. Last time, after a quarrel with him, he went on a business trip and didn't return for three months …

It turned out that I was just a temporary tool for her to fill in the blanks, a bizarre Legacy for her.

I told her that, in fact, it wasn't impossible for the man to think about it. Even if he was older than her by ten years, he still wasn't far from her.

She said that she would never marry him, that she felt disgusted at the sight of him, and I told her firmly that to deal with someone I did not love, one had to learn hard, to break off the relationship with him completely, to stop spending a single cent of his money, to never stop, to be disturbed, and to persuade her to find the person she loved if she wanted to.

Rui Ling obediently agreed with my persuasion and told me that, in fact, she wasn't after his money. If it was only for money, then she would have more people to choose from, and before he had chased her, the deputy mayor had tried to get on her good side. She was in a relationship with this man who was called the Devil, but by chance, she met him.

When I smelled her scent, I immediately felt that this woman was not simple at all. However, I could tell that she was extremely weak.

I didn't know what to say. He could only reply with silence.

I felt that it was getting late, so I reached into my pocket. When I looked at my phone, I realized that it was almost 13 pm, so I hurriedly said to him, "Oh, right, it's getting late. Why don't we have a meal together?"

She replied directly to me, "I'm not hungry!"

I don't know if she's really not hungry, or if she's deliberately distancing herself from me. My mood at the moment, just like the lyrics in a song by Jay Chou: I feel like the future is as thin as a cicada's wing, can not bear to be torn apart by anyone! However, in order to prevent her from going further into my world, after thinking about it for a while, I still felt that it would be better to fight for it. Even though my feelings were contradictory, even though I knew that there were too many impossibilities between her and me!

When I turned my head, I found that the row beside me was filled with people selling all kinds of beverages. I looked at her and said, "Look at how hot the sky is, I'll buy you a bottle of beverages, right?" Without the slightest hesitation, she nodded her head in agreement. At this moment, I felt that she was very beautiful.

Her slightly quiet body faintly exuded the reserved and shy look a girl should have. Her well-proportioned body had curves in all the right places, and between her hands and feet, she exuded a kind of gentle beauty that would make one feel relaxed.

If you ask me, I think she's a good flat model.

At this moment, she was also quietly looking at me. Her beautiful eyes were as tranquil as clear water. There was also a faint sense of spirituality that was rarely seen in the mortal world. She asked me why I was looking at her like that. I thought for a moment, but I still couldn't think of a reply.

She asked me directly, Is she beautiful? I told her the truth. "In the beginning, I didn't think that she was that beautiful. However, at this moment, I discovered that she was becoming more and more beautiful!"

She smiled calmly, as if she was already used to the word 'beautiful'. She said that she was a beautiful woman who was very pleasant to look at, unlike some beautiful women who relied on makeup and cosmetics to make themselves look beautiful. At the start, it was breathtaking.

I believed it, and it was at that moment that I remembered that I had forgotten to buy her a drink. I said apologetically, "Oh, by the way, what do you want to drink?"

After skimming through the beverages, she stretched out her hand and took out a bottle of Ice Sugar Snow Pear!

I asked her, "You like this?"

She gave a little nod and told me it was good, it tasted good, and it was a good antidote. With that, she quickly unscrewed the bottle and took a sip.

I smiled and said to her, Look at you, you really look like a man who advertised with candies and pears. It's a great pity that the president of this company didn't ask you to speak for him! At this moment, I felt that her sweetness was actually similar to that of this bottle of ice candy and pears …

When I returned home, after we had parted, and texted her about how we were going to get home, she said that the man called the Devil had driven her home after an accident, and once again explained that the man had collapsed and let go of her after a month of inattention, and that for this reason I was quietly relieved, thinking that the angel who had accidentally fallen into the Devil's Cave finally had a world of his own to fly to.

I philosophically told her that the man was actually a high-end, expensive, yet unappetizing meal. The lover would feel rich and tasty, and the unloved would feel the tasteless taste of food.

But in three days, when I didn't see her online, on the fourth day after my anxiety, when she hit me hard on the heart, she suddenly told me that he had decided to marry her, that he was currently buying a house, buying a house and getting engaged, and then finding a suitable time to get married.

I felt as if I had been struck by lightning, and in a split-second I realized that an invisible sword had stabbed into my heart. It moved like a bolt of lightning along the pain, numbing my nerves.

I didn't understand her meaning as I asked myself numbly, 'Was I duped by her or was I toyed with by fate once again? I have really broadened my horizon, how can there be such a story in this world?'

She told me that even if I were to marry him, I would not have any love for him. Once again, I fell into a state of confusion, confused by the meaning of her words: "If I don't love him, why should I marry him?"

As for her, she answered with the word 'helpless'.

At least some of the girls envied her, she said, and I told her some of the girls and boys and aliens thought she was crazy.

She had a mental problem, she teased, giving me time to visit her at the psychiatric hospital. I was speechless. I really wanted to use "unreasonable" in return, but I was speechless again.

When I sent the message to her as usual, I suddenly saw the four words that were written in large, bold characters: "I'm not the one who killed her." After a moment of bewilderment, I finally understood that it was the man who had hurt her, the man who had pestered her to death the last time I went to KTV to look for her. At this moment, I was filled with anger, and I couldn't stop myself from scolding that man.

I asked him, "Why did you ruthlessly destroy such a pure and innocent girl?" In addition, I made it clear to him that even if the girl married him, he would not receive the girl's true love for the rest of his life.

This man, on the other hand, didn't seem to be angry. He replied to me in an unfathomable manner with a few sentences, and in the end, he said that only he could give what this girl wanted. If this girl fell into someone else's hands, she would only be destroyed.

I was so confused by this that for a moment I didn't know how to ask, and then I remembered the name tag she'd worn the first time I'd met her.

At this time, a person called Bing Lian immediately sent me a smiling emoticon.

I looked at it and didn't reply immediately, but I saw the habitual flash of the cell phone screen again.

This was the second message Bing Lian sent over. She directly asked me: What are you doing?

I directly replied that the demon that hurt the girl was currently chatting with me using the girl's QQ. I was beating him up on the internet, but I really didn't know why I was doing that. Maybe I was just trying to get justice from the girl, maybe it was just an impulse.

Seeing this, Bing Lian did not say anymore unnecessary words. She simply sent a few words: Send the girl's QQ over.

I naturally understood the meaning behind her words, thus, after looking at the girl's QQ number, I sent it over to Bing Lian.

Bing Lian only sent me her third message ten minutes later. She clearly told me that he was also cursing that man, but she could clearly feel that that man actually really loved that girl.

I smelled it and didn't say anything for a long time. In fact, while I was chatting with this demonic man, I could faintly see from his reply that he loved that girl, but I couldn't figure out why. When I saw a girl with a man who had hurt him so much, my heart ached.

During these torturous years, the man I called the Devil, in addition to the frequent use of this girl's QQ chat, often drove his car into this girl's house.

Every time I log on, I have to ask if it's me. After going through numerous' examinations' to confirm that it was indeed the person in question, he finally dared to brazenly brag about his identity.

When I asked this girl, in her family, if she knew that this man was ten years older than she was, would she try to stop him? However, her answer was that not only would she not stop him, she would support him because her father was ten years older than her mother.

When I smelled this, I was instantly speechless. In that case, what else can I say? I could only watch their development as if it were a story.