Spoiling his wife too much: This villain is too gentle

Chapter 3

Meng Tai finally made a decision after tangling over and over again, since she couldn't stop Ye Shurong, she should get vaccinated first, lest she be too sad after hearing those rumors, Meng Tai praised her wit.

"Xiao Rong, some idiots outside have spread some bad words about you." Meng Tai said cautiously.

"Oh, I knew it a long time ago. Doesn't it mean that I must have entered the school through connections, and I have such a good place to occupy such a good place because I never go to training, and that I don't go out very much, so I must be too ugly. Looking directly..." Ye Shurong didn't seem to care at all.

"Which son of a bitch is chewing his tongue in front of you!" Meng Tai felt that she was still playing lightly.

Ye Shurong smiled, that guy Wen Renya ran over to tell him the rumors outside, he wanted to induce him to go out to help him teach his students, it was a dream, even an old classmate can't be too polite, just typed out.

Even if he was banned because of the incident a few years ago, he was not in the mood to respond to his educating feelings.

"It's just nonsense! Those guys haven't seen you before, they only know how to talk nonsense, I don't need to kill them with my gold-eating vine!" Meng Moss scolded like a little shrew, Ye Shurong didn't speak, but a long-lost feeling emerged in her heart. warm feeling.

"Little Moss, it's all right, point out for me when the competition is over, and I'll settle the score one by one. If you speak ill of someone, you will be punished."

"Yes! I'll help you sign up now!"

Meng Moss slammed the table, and Ye Shurong quickly rescued her vase.

Kacha... An extremely conspicuous crack appeared on the solid wood table, stretching across the entire tabletop.

Guiltyly, Mengtai withdrew her hand and scratched at her hair.

"Ha, I'm going to sign up first, there will be a lot of people if I go late!"

Then he ran out as if fleeing from something terrible.

Really, I didn't intend to make her pay. If I really want to pay, the vase last month, the cabinet last month, and the door last month. I don't know. A few months ago, the roof broken.

A girl from the Psychic Clan wanted to learn the Flying Wind Technique from the Wind Clan, but she wobbled over, accidentally fell down, and even smashed the roof. Thanks to that girl's thick skin, she didn't suffer any injuries. .

Ye Shurong stopped looking at the damaged table, and walked up the spiral staircase holding the vase.

Gently pushing open a door, her bedroom layout is very simple, according to Xiaotai's words

It doesn't look like a girl's place!
There are very few things inside, there is a desk by the window, and a few classics that have been opened not long ago are randomly scattered on the desk.

The wind passed through the window and gently shook the beige curtains, and also brushed Ye Shurong's long chestnut curly hair.

She approached, and lightly placed the plain gold vase containing pale pink roses on the table, next to a photo, with gentle movements and a solemn expression, as if she was remembering or mourning.

The woman in the photo is [-]% similar to her, with the same long chestnut hair, even the same shade of color, but the woman's pupils are light brown.

The woman's long hair was pulled up loosely, her expression was as gentle as the bunch of pale pink flowers next to the photo, and the bookish man beside her also had a gentle expression.

And among them is a little girl with chestnut hair, wine and big eyes, about five or six years old, carved in pink and jade, very cute.

Family portrait...Ye Shurong stretched out her hand to gently outline the photo, but then retracted it as if she had been electrocuted.

The beautiful past can always easily involve those...facts that I have been unwilling to accept.

Ye Shurong propped her hands on the table, lowered her head, with strong and complicated emotions in her eyes.

Sadness, anger, chill and destructive violence...

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and all the unknown sorrow and anger turned into a sigh and dissipated in the wind.

　Hope to meet readers who like this style^_^
　　
　
(End of this chapter)