The villain of fast time travel is paranoid

Chapter 263 Reborn Daughter 11.0
"Not suitable? Can't play?" Guan Fengyue twitched her eyelids when she heard his words, and twitched the corners of her mouth. Her smile was bitter and sarcastic. She raised her head slightly, looked at the silent night sky, and her voice was slightly hoarse: "Mr. Shang is here to talk to you now." Don't you think it's too funny when I say this?" "But what Mr. Shang said makes sense." Guan Fengyue pursed her lips, her smile faded, and her expression was indifferent: "People like me are indeed not suitable, and they are indeed Can't play."

"But so what?" Guan Fengyue lowered her head and muttered in a low voice, as if she was talking to herself, or as if she was talking to Monk Yuansen: "I am already like this, I have already been like this... ..."

She didn't say everything, but Shang Yuansen couldn't help thinking of Guan Fengyue begging him not to abandon her before. His heart was a little confused, and he didn't know what to say for a while, so he could only watch quietly. she.

Guan Fengyue suddenly felt funny, she raised her head, propped her chin, changed her previous sadness and sadness, looked at the faint light dancing in the bushes, and said in a light and light tone: "I can't play all the time?"

"Even a good man like Mr. Shang made me lose so badly."

Shang Yuansen walked to her and sat down, frowning slightly: "If you need anything, you can tell me, don't belittle yourself like this."

"Handle yourself?" Guan Fengyue didn't stop, she laughed out loud, she raised her head, her eyes were shining with the faint light from the street lamp, which was extraordinarily bewitching.

She stared at Shang Yuansen for a while, then suddenly approached him: "Mr. Shang, how can you not belittle yourself?"

"I can help you." Shang Yuansen was not used to her sudden approach, he held his breath subconsciously, but he still couldn't resist her scent rushing into his nose, her tone was soft when she spoke, as if Acting like a baby makes people unconsciously soft-hearted.

Guan Fengyue's smile became brighter and brighter. She bent her eyes, stretched out her hand, and squeezed Shang Yuansen's face: "Mr. Shang is so cute."

"Still love to joke as always."

Shang Yuansen leaned back, grabbed her hand, frowned slightly, not understanding what she meant.

The smile on Guan Fengyue's face faded, she curled her lips, suddenly feeling bored: "What Mr. Shang means is, isn't he making a fool of himself by looking for you?"

Shang Yuansen pondered for a moment, he didn't mean it like that, but he seemed to mean it when he said it, and if he explained it now, it would only become more and more unclear.

"Mr. Shang, stop joking." Guan Fengyue stood up, adjusted the skirt of the dress, put the coat on her shoulders, and looked down at Shang Yuansen with a sarcastic expression: "Mr. I mistakenly thought that Mr. Shang still couldn't forget my leftovers."

"A good horse never turns its head back." Guan Fengyue smiled mischievously and blinked: "Mr. Shang still don't persuade me to be good."

"But in fact, as far as my senses are concerned over the past few years, Mr. Shang..."

"It's never been great."

Guan Fengyue had a bright smile, the corners of her eyes slightly raised, charming and lazy, after she finished speaking, she chuckled lightly, put on her coat and prepared to leave.

Shang Yuansen's complexion was not very good-looking, his lips were tightly pursed, and he looked at Guan Fengyue gloomyly.

Guan Fengyue, who was about to leave, seemed to have stepped on something, her feet were unsteady, and she fell backwards.

Seeing this, Shang Yuansen stretched out his hand subconsciously, trying to catch her. She fell into his arms, and her hair brushed against his face, a little itchy.

The tip of his nose is covered with the orchid fragrance that is faintly present on her body, which is faint and very seductive.

She propped up his chest and barely stood up, her face was slightly red because of the alcohol, she seemed to have twisted her ankle, her brows were wrinkled in pain, and her eyes were foggy.

Guan Fengyue was very close to him, she raised her eyebrows, looked up at him, and happened to meet his downcast eyes, his eyes were deep, hiding unknown yu=wang.

"Guan Fengyue."

Liu Anjue's voice came to mind at the right time, breaking the slightly ambiguous atmosphere between the two.

"What are you doing?" Liu Anjue felt like a jealous husband catching a gun, seeing his wife getting intimate with another man, his heart was burning with anger.

With a cold voice, he strode forward and grabbed Guan Fengyue's hand.

Guan Fengyue felt aggrieved when she saw him, she curled her lips, her eyes were slightly red, and her voice was soft: "Liu An Jue, it hurts."

When Liu Anjue heard her say it hurts, she immediately became nervous: "Where does it hurt?"

"The foot hurts." Guan Fengyue was pulled up by Liu Anjue, and she leaned in his arms, pointing to her ankle, feeling aggrieved.

Liu Anjue picked her up and comforted her in a low voice: "Don't be afraid."

As if he was coaxing a child, when he talked to her, his voice was gentle, with a pampering that he didn't even realize.

As soon as Guan Fengyue acted like a baby, the anger just now was left behind by him, leaving only her tender tender pain.

He picked up Guan Fengyue, looked coldly at Shang Yuansen who was sitting on the chair, and said coldly: "Since Mr. Shang has nothing to do with my girlfriend, in order to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, please be more conscious."

After speaking, he strode away with Guan Fengyue in his arms, lowering his head from time to time to comfort Guan Fengyue with a gentle expression.

Guan Fengyue raised her head from Liu Anjue's arms, looked at Shang Yuansen, slightly raised the corners of her mouth, mocking endlessly.

Just now when Liu Anjue wanted to take Guan Fengyue away, he almost reached out to stop him. He clenched his hands and pursed his lips, feeling an indescribable loss in his heart.

She had never been so dependent in front of him before, and she was always cautious when getting along with him, for fear that she would make him angry.

He knew her concerns, but he didn't care. He didn't like it, so how could he care what she was worried about, and why she was usually happy and sad.

He never seemed to really understand her.

Guan Fengyue was carried to the car by Liu Anjue, Liu Anjue asked someone to bring a medicine box, and gently rubbed Guan Fengyue's ankle.

Guan Fengyue frowned in pain, kicked him, and blamed: "Mr. Liu is deliberately taking revenge?"

"What did you say to him just now?" Liu Anjue held her indiscriminate feet, lowered her head, and treated the scratches on her feet.

Guan Fengyue leaned on the back of the chair, looked at the extraordinarily serious Liu Anjue, thought of teasing, lazily: "Guess."

"I don't like you being in contact with him." Liu Anjue pressed hard on her swollen place, raised her head and looked at her very seriously.

(End of this chapter)