Dressed as the villain's cannon fodder daughter

The girl's appearance and temperament are like a quiet lake.

Innocent, calm, seductive, and dignified, she can hook together some words that are not strongly connected to form her unique whole, which is beautifully beautiful.

It's almost impossible to take your eyes off it.

Lu Beiye looked at her calmly.

The cold eyes that were too repulsive for thousands of miles began to melt in front of her.

Ai Ling faced the young man, lost his mind for a moment.

The dark retro satin suit with cuffs and silk girdle made him look even more handsome and handsome, with a thin waist, long legs, long shoulders and broad shoulders.

Amidst his impeccable handsomeness, there was an awe-inspiring evil spirit.

Her amber eyes moved slightly, and she secretly cursed in her heart, this person looked so familiar.

And it's strange, the other party's eyes are obviously cold and indifferent, but there is a feeling of... tender gaze.

She couldn't help but glanced left and right, only to find that there was no one around her.

So he was looking at her?

Ai Ling's deer-like clear eyes looked at him blankly, but quickly regained his composure.

For strangers, she had no choice but to smile politely back.

Her smile was like the beginning of a bud, shining brightly, instantly reflecting the bright spring in the room.

Lu Beiye shook his head, emerald waves gushed out of his obsidian-like eyes.

He only felt that he was trapped in that deep vortex, and the surroundings were in chaos.

At this moment, scratching his heart with a hundred claws was not enough to express his emotions at the moment.

He raised his other hand over his heart.

A violent and strange heartbeat vibrated the palm of his hand again and again.

He realized that his heart was really messed up.

Ai Ling was a little embarrassed, he didn't want to leave, and he didn't want to leave.

"Lingling!"

A gentle male voice came into his ears.

"Senior, you're finally back." Ai Ling secretly breathed a sigh of relief when his down-time brain resumed operation.

The girl's voice is soft and soft, like the wind blowing over still water, and the morning dew blowing over flowers.

Hearing this, Lu Beiye's eyes narrowed fiercely.

Yuan Sichen glanced at Lu Beiye and asked, "Lingling, who is this?"

Ai Ling responded: "I don't know either."

Seeing the boys and girls so close to each other, Lu Beiye's black pupils shrank, and the piercing feeling in his eyes made people feel irritable, and there was a hostility in his brows.

Yuan Sichen noticed that Lu Beiye's face was not looking good, and lowered his eyelashes, and said softly: "Lingling, let's go to the other side to look."

"Okay, let's go over there then."

Lu Beiye watched the two leave side by side, his fingers clenched tightly, his face sank sullenly, and an unknown fire surged in his heart.

"Ano!"

The elder brother's voice came from behind.

Lu Beiye didn't look back.

Lu Beihuai helped him by the shoulder, and helplessly reminded, "Ah Ye, depending on the situation, they are just good friends."

Lu Beiye's eyes sank again and again, and after sorting out the complicated emotions, he said expressionlessly, "What do you want to say?"

"Aye, I'm only 16 years old, so don't call her attention."

"How do you know she's only 16?"

Lu Beiye faced his eldest brother, his black eyes were dark and unclear, and the dark emotion in the bottom of his eyes was intensifying imperceptibly.

Lu Beihuai didn't hide anything, and told him bluntly: "Last night, I met with Shen Lin and his mentor and his family, and that girl is the daughter of Shen Lin's mentor."

"Also listen to the big brother, he is still young, don't bother him."

Lu Beiye's expression was gloomy and cold, and he didn't say a word.

His eyes fell on the graceful and slim figure of the young girl looking at the painting in the distance again, but his eyes were full of stubbornness and haze.

Seeing this, Lu Beihuai couldn't help sighing.

Here.

The boy handed the juice to the girl with a soft tone: "Lingling, this is freshly squeezed mango juice, I remember your favorite drink."

"Thank you, I didn't expect you, senior Yuan, to remember what I like to drink." Ai Ling showed his face at him.

Yuan Sichen was stunned, and heard the violent beating in his chest, like a rapid drumbeat.

He returned a bright smile.

Ai Ling looked at him, with a handsome face, looking like a spring breeze, just like a young boy, with the sunny and refreshing feeling he should have.

The teenagers and girls hardly talked during the exhibition, and only chatted a few words when they encountered some more distinctive paintings.

The exhibition is over.

It was five o'clock in the afternoon.

Yuan Sichen looked down at his watch, looked up at her, and said in a warm voice: "Lingling, let me treat you to dinner, it's time for dinner."

"Senior, I should be the one who invites you to dinner." Ai Ling raised his head, his eyes were bright and clear, with a gentle and light face, "You invited me to see the art exhibition, and I should invite you."

"also."

Yuan Sichen's eyes met her clear and beautiful eyes, and the roots of his ears were slightly red. He hurriedly looked away, and the joy that appeared on that gentle and handsome face was beyond words.

-

A high-end French restaurant in S city.

The owner of the restaurant is a middle-aged French couple living in China, so the restaurant has a strong Parisian atmosphere.

Teenagers and girls sat by the window.

Getting close, the girl's long crow-black eyelashes had bright black eyes under her feathers, reflecting his face.

Yuan Sichen's heart trembled uncontrollably.

He thought for a moment and asked, "Lingling, you will be in your third year of high school next semester, which university do you plan to take?"

Ai Ling smiled softly, "University A, which is the school you will attend soon."

"Is it because Uncle Ai is teaching at University A?"

"That's a little bit of the reason." Ai Ling smiled lightly, and her lips parted slightly, "The campus atmosphere of University A is quite good. My parents often take me to various universities across the country. I like University A better."

"Lingling, I look forward to your joining University A."

Yuan Sichen was delighted deep in his heart, and the corners of his lips raised a little unconsciously.

She was only one year younger than him, but her grades were ranked first in the school's liberal arts, so he was not worried that her grades would not reach the A-level score line.

Moreover, there will be a unified examination in the last semester of their alma mater's senior year, and there are two recommended places for University A.

Arts and sciences each accounted for one.

She is still young, so he is not in a hurry. When she goes to college, it will not be too late for him to confess.

...

In the evening, the clouds are steaming and the glow of the setting sun is shining on Lu Zhai.

The two brothers who had just returned home.

Lu Beiye was restless, so he got out of the car and walked quickly to the inner courtyard.

Lu Beihuai: "Aye...cough..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he coughed up blood, and fell to the ground in a daze the next moment.

boom -

"Master!"

A loud noise was accompanied by the screams of the subordinates behind him.

Lu Beiye turned his head abruptly, and when he saw the fallen brother, his ink eyes shrank suddenly.

"Big brother!"

Lu Beiye's chest was throbbing violently, he picked up his brother from the ground, and shouted at the top of his voice, "Lu Yi, go to the hospital now—"

The car galloped all the way.

Half an hour later, Gu's Hospital.

Lu Beihuai was pushed into the emergency room.

Lu Beiye sat on the bench outside the emergency room, and said in a calm voice, "Lu Yi, has my brother's health been getting worse in the past two years?"

Lu Yi was startled when he heard the words, and after thinking for a moment, he didn't hide anything, but revealed everything.

After listening, Lu Beiye's eyebrows were uncomfortable, and he punched the wall.

Soon, Lu's father and Lu's mother rushed over.

Lu Yi briefly explained the situation, Bai Fengying's eyes were red, and her figure swayed slightly.

Lu Zeyuan stretched out his arms to support his wife like the head of the family, "Fengying, you'll be fine, don't worry."

"My son, my Beihuai..." Bai Fengying had tears in the corners of her eyes, her face was pale, and she buried her face in her husband's chest.

In the middle of the night, in the advanced ward.

The young man on the hospital bed slowly opened his eyes.

Lu Beiye, who was sitting by the hospital bed, noticed that his elder brother was awake, and got up to help him up.

Lu Beihuai's voice was slightly hoarse: "I made you worry again."

Lu Beiye sat on the chair with downcast eyebrows and said nothing.

"Aye, why don't you speak?"

Lu Beiye's eyes were slightly astringent, and his voice was hoarse, "Brother, I'm so sorry..."

"I'm so sorry, I've always known my physical condition, so you don't have to feel guilty."