The noble evil young lady

Qian Yu looked at me and smiled noncommittally, her beautiful phoenix eyes curved into a beautiful crescent shape.

Looking at his stunning face, I took a breath, pretended to be calm, and sneered, "I can't see that you are hiding it very deeply! It turns out that Mr. Kimura, whose identity has not been disclosed, is you, Kiyohe Minamoto Chihiro! "

"I think it doesn't matter if it's Kimura, isn't it?" Qian Yu took a deep breath, looked forward, and a trace of sternness flashed away, "I am me, I am Qing Heyuan who can't live in the sun The bastard of the family, a poor man who has to become Mucun, a lowly ant whose identity will never be revealed!"

I was a little startled by his sudden transformation. It seemed that every time he mentioned the topic of his life experience, he would become terrible. The anger in his eyes seemed to burn everything in front of him to ashes.

In fact, he is indeed very pitiful, living in the shadow of Shu, because with Shu, his existence has become a burden to the Genji family. After all, there can only be one heir, and the purity of blood must be used as the basis. His existence In the eyes of the tribe, he will become a threat to the heir, and will be regarded as an unstable factor in the family.

In such an environment, he hides his identity, and it is really beyond the reach of ordinary people to develop to this stage. He must have suffered more things in his heart than ordinary people. Without the light of the Qingheyuan family, he still blooms proudly in the dark night splendor.

Qian Yu looked at me and smiled palely: "Don't look at me with such pity, I don't need anyone's sympathy, everything about me is created by myself, and has nothing to do with others!"

It seems he was mistaken.

"I... don't mean to pity you..." I was also quite aggrieved.

"What's that?!" He suddenly came to me and looked at me with a serious expression.

"Guess the suffering you have suffered, that's all..." My voice was so soft that I could barely hear it, "I wonder how a person without family support can establish himself in the highly competitive service industry. of the world!"

He looked at me with complicated eyes, his lips were trembling, I stared at him blankly, he turned around and rushed into the crowd quickly.

What's going on here?

I was alone looking at the crowd in a daze, when a nice male voice sounded.

"May I ask if you need something?"

"No, thanks..." When I saw this waiter, I was choked up in the middle of my words.

"You..." The tall waiter lowered his glasses a little, enough for me to see his face clearly.

"Wash..." I exclaimed, but luckily he stopped me in time.

I finally calmed down, looking at the silver tray in his hand, coupled with the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, his skin was obviously deliberately treated to a wheat color, not as fair as before, only the perfect lip line still attracted look.

I seem to see the Miyamoto He used to be.

He pushed back his glasses, and said to me in a low voice: "There are people I know here, and I can't take you away openly. In the middle of the reception, there will be a special performance, and all the lights will be turned off. About For half a minute, you have to run out of the villa as fast as possible, I will find a way to evacuate the people outside, and I will meet you outside after you come out."

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What happened next really excited Mouge, dear friends, see you at ten o'clock tomorrow morning. . .