The most ruthless is her

Ruan Mohan tore open the wrapping paper of the sandwich, took a bite, and looked in the direction of Amy and her boyfriend.

The familiar taste of chicken breast sandwiches reminded her not to break her own rules easily.

So she didn't walk over, but bit a sandwich and walked towards the listening office building.

At this time, Amy ran towards Ruan Mohan, as if she had broken up with her boyfriend.

The tall and thin boy chased after him: "Speak clearly before leaving!"

He grabbed Amy and felt that he had used a lot of strength. Amy struggled a bit, but she didn't break free, and said in a crying voice: "Aren't you going to break up, what are you talking about?"

The boy pulled her: "Then you agree?"

Amy suddenly took off her peaked cap, staring at the boy with red and swollen eyes: "Why don't you believe me, nothing happened in the hotel room?"

She let the boy see her eyes clearly.

The boy sneered: "That woman paid 20 yuan. You said you didn't feel like you rejected her. I might believe it, but you said she didn't touch you and nothing happened. Do you think I'm a fool?"

The boy asked her: "Do you want to admit it? She touched you, you didn't feel it, and you rejected her."

"I hate people lying the most. If you admit it, maybe I can reconsider breaking up."

Amy froze for a moment.

Then he shook his head: "But if I didn't touch it, I didn't touch it. Nothing happened, nothing happened." His eyes were red and swollen, and his tone was firm.

The boy sneered again: "I knew you would say that."

"Then let's make it clear about the breakup. We discussed and decided on this matter. In the future, don't go out and spread rumors, saying that I abandoned you!"

Amy stared at the boy with red and swollen eyes, holding back tears for a long time, and finally they were about to well out of her eyes.

A bewitching sneer came.

"You knew she would say that?" Jian Shuo walked over wearing her polka-dot high heels, and smiled, "I also knew you would say that."

What she was wearing today was clean, a rare beige, just a huge exaggerated bow in front of her, propped to the left and right, like the wings of a butterfly.

Probably except for Jian Shuo, this kind of fancy dress can only be seen on catwalks.

Jian Shuo approached the boy: "I knew you would come to break up with Amy, because you got 20, and for you, Amy's use value is over."

"No." Amy said suddenly.

Jian Shuo glanced at her.

Amy said: "He wants to take 20 yuan to start his business. If his career goes well, he will marry me as soon as he graduates..."

Amy's voice is getting lower and lower, but she still insists on speaking, as if to prove that she is not stupid.

But Jian Shuo laughed: "It seems that you don't really believe this in your heart, do you?"

Amy lowered her head and said nothing.

Jian Shuo took out her mobile phone and handed it to Amy: "Look for yourself."

The boy seemed to have a premonition, and he rushed over to grab him. Jian Shuo was prepared, and when he lifted the high-heeled shoes on his feet, the thin and pointed heels kicked the boy's ankle hard.

The kicked boy took a step back, but called out, "Xiao Ai!"

Jian Shuo stuffed the phone into Amy's hand.

Amy held the phone, but looked at Ruan Mohan.

Ruan Mohan said lightly: "Whether you want to see it or not, you choose."

Choose yourself, whether to face the cruel truth.

Amy took a deep breath, lowered her head, and looked at the phone screen.

She was mentally prepared, but she was still surprised: "It's her?"

Jian Shuo smiled lazily at the side and said, "Sister Amy, why do you think this scumbag agreed to your request to meet today? Because he originally asked this girl to meet nearby. She is a senior, right? She is an intern at a nearby investment bank. Woolen cloth."

"I was originally a related household, and I was not busy at work. I would skip work from time to time and go out for coffee with this scumbag."

"Today, the scumbag is dating this girl. If I have free time, I will drop by to talk to you about breaking up."

Jian Shuo sneered: "It's really a master of time management." She applauded enthusiastically.

Amy returned the phone to Jian Shuo. At this moment, she was about to shed tears, but she held back.

Ask the boy, "Why her?"

Jian Shuo laughed at the side: "You know him?"

Amy nodded: "The daughter of the dean of our School of Economics and Management, a senior sister."

She looked at the boy: "I remember when you were a freshman, you and your brothers laughed at the senior sister for being ugly. I advised you not to do that."

Jian Shuo said on the side: "Oh, my, why did this person's aesthetics change within a year?"

"Maybe I finally found out that only red banknotes are the most beautiful."

Amy's eyes were red, but there were no tears. She asked the boy calmly, "You don't even want to deny it, do you?"

The boy looked at Amy, opened his mouth, but said nothing.

Jian Shuo told Amy: "Of course he doesn't want to deny it. He has already met this girl's father and your bald dean."

"What's next? Engagement?"

The boy only said: "At the beginning, I just felt that the road of self-media bloggers was not easy, and I wanted to make friends with my senior sister, maybe I could leave a way out for myself."

Jian Shuo sneered: "In the end, I kept it and put it on the bed."

The boy no longer argues, his relationship with the dean's daughter has stabilized now, and he knows in his heart that he won't be able to hide it from Amy for long.

Jian Shuo told Amy: "Actually, your boyfriend really gave himself a retreat at the beginning."

She lowered her head and looked through her mobile phone, then handed it to Amy: "Because at the beginning, he wasn't sure if he could hook up with the dean's daughter."

Amy looked down, and Jian Shuo helped her flip through the photo album. There were several photos in a row, of the boy and the dean's daughter, and another girl with short hair, dating in different cafes nearby.

Jian Shuo asked Amy, "You know her too?"

Amy gave a low "hmm": "The daughter of an economics professor."

Jian Shuo let out a "huh": "I'm also doing an internship in a nearby bank. You say your boyfriend is a master of time management?"

"Admiration." She applauded again.

Amy looked at the boy: "Okay, break up, it's a deal."

The boy asked back, "What did you say?"

Amy's eyes were red, and her tone was firm: "I said so."

Boys with this kind of central air conditioner seem to have weak personalities. Once Amy was determined, he lingered instead: "Don't regret it."

"I'm afraid you are the one who regrets it." Jian Shuo said coldly from the side.

Ruan Mohan glanced at Jian Shuo.

In the early spring of March, the climate is unstable.Thunderstorms on the weekend, the first half of the week was sunny, and in the second half of the week, it turned into a haze again, and the wind in the air cooled down again.

Today is also the same, the wind is cold on the face, and the wind is not strong enough to blow away the thick cirrus clouds above the head, which is gray and black.

Ruan Mohan raised his head in the wind, only felt that the gray-black cirrus clouds were moving fast like sea waves, deducing the turbulent waves.

Ruan Mohan's long light brown hair was blown up by the wind, she glanced at her side, Jian Shuo's black curly hair was also blown high by the wind.

Fly, fly, in the wind, like a black flag.

Jian Shuo's voice is cold, but there is a strange smile on his face, the turbulent light in his eyes is like the revival of an ancient monster.

She stood in front of Amy, like a goddess of war who was not born in the right way.

Ruan Mohan looked at Jian Shuo with his light brown eyes through his hair fluttering in the wind, and then turned to Amy behind Jian Shuo.

Under the weird and hazy sky, it seemed as if she had traveled through a time-space tunnel, looking at herself in another time-space.

Jian Shuoyao said with a smile: "I gave Amy 200 million, ten times the 20 I gave you."

"If you hadn't broken up with Amy, the money would be yours right away. It's much more reliable than a dean's daughter who might kick you at any time."

Amy was surprised: "I don't want it."

"You have to, Sister Amy." Jian Shuo smiled lazily, "It's common for me to spend 200 million in the game."

"Just pretend that I spent 200 million yuan playing a 3D game, just to piss him off."

She pointed to Amy's boyfriend, who is now her ex-boyfriend, and she laughed unabashedly and harshly.

Amy said: "How can I take people's money for nothing?"

Jian Shuo asked: "Don't you want to go abroad to learn languages?"

Ruan Mohan suddenly said: "Take it."

Amy and Jian Shuo looked at Ruan Mohan at the same time.

Ruan Mohan said: "If you want to go abroad, you don't have much money. You can choose Australia. The two-year postgraduate study period is enough for you to keep 40 for tuition. The rest of the living expenses and miscellaneous expenses can be earned by yourself."

"The remaining 160 million can be donated to orphans, widowed children, stray cats and dogs, whatever."

"When you finish your studies and start working, donate another 40. That's all."

Amy hesitated: "Sister..."

Ruan Mohan said indifferently: "Don't be stupid, judging by the choice of your ex-boyfriend, I know that people should learn to be more realistic."

"There are not many opportunities in a person's life. If you do, you should seize them. There is nothing to be ashamed of."

Jian Shuo smiled lazily at the side: "You really don't save me money." Then to Amy: "Give me the bank card number, and I will call you tonight."

Ruan Mohan walked towards Amy's ex-boyfriend, with an indifferent expression on his face: "See? You can share the 200 million."

The boy looked at a big sister with a cold face, who walked towards him gracefully, bringing a quiet fragrance of fir, and was stunned for a while.

Amy said from the back: "Yes, I'll take the money, you can regret it."

The boy called her: "Xiao Ai..."

Amy turned her head and stopped looking at him: "You go."

The boy knew that it would be useless to talk too much, so he left sadly.

The wind died down.

The clouds in the sky receded instead, revealing a little bit of skylight, and even the square was a little brighter than before.

Jian Shuo's long black hair fell back to her shoulders, and the smile on her face became lazy again.

Ruan Mohan nodded to Amy, and left.

People came and went in the square, just now Ruan Mohan looked at Jian Shuo, Amy, and her ex-boyfriend, the three confronted each other for a long time, in the corner of the square, no one stopped to look at them.

Everyone is in a hurry and has their own things to be busy.

It can be seen that people often worry about their image in the eyes of others, which is superfluous.

Jian Shuo stepped on her high heels, ran wildly for two steps, and caught up with Ruan Mohan: "Are you really not jealous at all?"

Ruan Mohan glanced at her, then tossed the leftover chicken breast sandwich in his hand.

Jian Shuo took it steadily, stretched out her sharp tongue to lick the corner of her mouth, like a cunning cat, but forgot the wound on the corner of her mouth, and grinned again in pain.

She didn't follow Ruan Mohan any more, she tore off the wrapping paper and stuffed the chicken breast into her mouth, and said vaguely behind Ruan Mohan, "I'm lucky for you today?"

"Meow?"

"Meow meow?"

Ruan Mohan left without looking back once.

******

Saturday, room 1704.

Ruan Mohan was pulled into the room by Jian Shuo.

As soon as she knocked on the door, she was pulled by a huge force in front of her, and then the coat on her body fell to the ground. Ruan Mohan's steps were unsteady, and a six-centimeter black high-heeled shoe sank into the black coat.

Ruan Mohan also threw off the other high-heeled shoe by the way.

Jian Shuo pushed her whole body against the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the entrance.

In March, the temperature warmed up, the shirt fabric under the coat became thinner, and the hard texture of the mirror penetrated, pressing against Ruan Mohan's butterfly bone, sending a slight chill.

Colder than the mirror are Jian Shuo's fingers.

This is the first day that Beicheng stopped heating, and the air conditioner was not turned on in the room. Jian Shuo's fingers were already cold, but now they touched Ruan Mohan's earlobe, like someone holding a piece of ice on her shallow earlobe. Rubbing back and forth on the small brown mole.

The colder the fingers, the hotter the lips look.Jian Shuo's lips pressed against Ruan Mohan's lips hard, and it was more like biting than kissing.

The wound on the corner of Jian Shuo's mouth is still not healed, and when she exerts force, the wound that has finally healed opens slightly again.

Ruan Mohan felt a slight fishy smell on the tip of his tongue, but Jian Shuo didn't seem to feel any pain.

She asked Ruan Mohan in a low voice: "Guess what Amy and I did next door today?"

She let go of Ruan Mohan temporarily, pulled Ruan Mohan slightly away from the mirror, turned around, and embraced Ruan Mohan's shoulders herself.

In this way, both of them are facing the mirror.

Ruan Mohan lowered his eyes slightly, looked at Jian Shuo in the mirror, with a coquettish smile, the corners of his eyes were bruised and purple, the tip of his nose was a little red, and there was a slight crack in the middle of the black and blue corners of his mouth.

Jian Shuo was more seriously injured than Amy, and his face at this time was still like a palette, and also like an extinct ancient flower.I don't know how hard she used when she took the initiative to slam herself into the glass door.

Really crazy.

Ruan Mohan looked at his face again.

Indifferent, cold, without a trace of expression.

It's just that the corners of the lips, just when they were close to the corners of Jian Shuo's mouth, were stained with a little blood from Jian Shuo's wound.

Her lipstick was eaten by Jian Shuo, revealing her originally light lip color.A little blood at the corner of the mouth became the only bright color on the entire indifferent face, it was scarlet and glaring.

Like an emotionless alien, gradually assimilated by monsters.

Jian Shuo embraced her shoulders from behind, scraped her ears with her fingers, and smiled charmingly: "Guess, did I play with her ears like this?"

Ruan Mohan looked at the two figures in the mirror in silence, his expression as indifferent as before.

Jian Shuo seemed to be playing an extremely interesting game, her hot lips pressed against Ruan Mohan's earlobe again, and pressed against Ruan Mohan's small mole, which was soft and firm, like the pistil of a piranha.

"Guess, did I kiss her earlobe like this?" Jian Shuo said in a low and charming voice, "By the way, did you know that she also has a mole on her ear."

"Not here, but...here."

Jian Shuo's tongue moved up, from Ruan Mohan's earlobe, all the way up, and licked her ear.

Ruan Mohan trembled instinctively, but she quickly controlled it.

She knew that Amy had a small mole just below the pinna of her ear.

Amy wears a ponytail every day, exposing her ears.Ruan Mohan's eyes are sharper than ordinary people, it is impossible for her not to see.

What Ruan Mohan didn't expect was that Jian Shuo also noticed it.This small detail is easily overlooked by ordinary people.

She confirmed once again in her heart that Jian Shuo was more meticulous and smarter than she thought.

monster.

After the shirt rustled for a while, Ruan Mohan stared at his narrow skirt in the mirror, wrinkled one after another.

Jian Shuo let out a wicked smile, raised her hand, and pretended to look at her fingers: "You still don't feel much, do you?"

Today is cloudy and there is haze in the air, so you can't even see the black and surging clouds in the sky, only a piece of white smoke is left, making people feel like they are in a foggy forest, confused physically and mentally, and can't find a way out.

The whole room and other areas were not turned on, except for a light yellow light at the entrance, which was particularly glaring.

Ruan Mohan and Jian Shuo were photographed, like the only two actors on the stage.

Jian Shuo smiled and licked his finger: "It's okay."

"That's what games are supposed to be fun to do."

She let go of Ruan Mohan, walked into the room by herself, and said to Ruan Mohan, "Wait for me there."

******

Ruan Mohan, who stayed where he was, glanced at his coat on the ground.

There were two high-heeled shoes tilted inside the coat, Ruan Mohan picked up the high-heeled shoes and put them on his feet.

She was about the same height as Jian Shuo again.

Jian Shuo came back soon, Ruan Mohan glanced at her hand: "This is your game?"

Jian Shuo held up the things in his hands, flaunting his power: "Why, you don't cooperate?"

"Cooperate." Ruan Mohan said indifferently: "I said it, it's only natural to take money to do things."

During the time period from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] on Saturday afternoon, she is Jian Shuo's "canary", and Jian Shuo is her "white mouse".

The two take what they need.perfect game.

"Take it off yourself."

Ruan Mohan raised his hand.

The black skirt slipped to the ground.

Jian Shuo raised her hand, her fingertips trembled slightly, and her fingers were cold.

Ruan Mohan asked her: "Why are you shaking?"

"Frozen."

"Don't turn on the air conditioner?"

"not open."

In Jian Shuo's hands are work clothes from a sandwich shop, a vertical striped shirt, and a khaki skirt, the kind Amy wears every day.

Jian Shuo put the shirt on for Ruan Mohan, and buttoned it one by one.

Ruan Mohan looked down at her buttoning her buttons, her long light brown hair hung down, and the ends of her hair hung on Jian Shuo's thick black hair, overlapping each other.

Jian Shuo put a skirt on her again.

Ruan Mohan supported Jian Shuo's shoulder, and stepped in with his left foot and right foot.

With a "hiss", the belt tightened.

Jian Shuo ruthlessly squeezed Ruan Mohan's shoulder and turned around. The tail of Ruan Mohan's black long hair flew up and drew an arc in the air.

"Look."

Jian Shuo clamped her shoulders from behind again, letting her look at herself in the mirror.

"It's the last step."

As soon as Jian Shuo's long and slender fingers opened and closed, a lavender hair rope wrapped around her fingers was opened infinitely.

Exactly the same as Amy used.

Jian Shuo hummed a song, and inserted her fingers into Ruan Mohan's smooth light brown straight hair:

"The big rabbit is sick,

Two rabbits look;

Three rabbits buy medicine,

Four rabbits boil. (Note 1)"

Her Xu Xu's voice was indistinct, turning into a vague and eerie background sound, as if she was focusing on her fingers.

The force of the fingers was not gentle, when they met the knot in the hair, they pulled it away with strength, and the back of Ruan Mohan's head was slightly shaken back,

The scalp is numb and slightly painful.

Jian Shuo held Ruan Mohan's long hair in his hand, and tied it into a high ponytail with a light purple headband: "Okay."

She took a step back and smiled, like a child admiring the masterpiece she just finished painting.

Ruan Mohan also looked at himself in the mirror.

A vertically striped shirt, a khaki skirt, a high ponytail tied with a light purple headband, and an invincible youthful attire.

Like Amy.

But a pair of extremely indifferent eyes, an expressionless face, thin and transparent stockings and black high heels.

It was Ruan Mohan again.

Extreme purity and extreme indifference are strangely blended together in Ruan Mohan's body at this moment.

Jian Shuo licked the corners of her mouth behind her, like a hungry cat.

******

Ruan Mohan lay upright on the bed, the soft goose down pillow behind her head supported her head slightly.

With her eyes half down, she could see the white haze outside the window.

Turn the whole city into a misty forest.

Jian Shuo lay on her stomach, rising and falling with her breath, pinching the tail of jet-black hair with her fingers boredly, brushing against Ruan Mohan's skin.

"A little itchy." Ruan Mohan opened her hand.

"Oh."

Jian Shuo twisted boredly, staring at the ceiling with a pair of bewitching but empty eyes.

Ruan Mohan turned his head and glanced in the direction of her gaze.

Jian Shuo was looking at the corner of the ceiling where she pasted the qie* receiver last week, but now, there is no trace of it.

"Why don't you feel anything?" Jian Shuo asked, "Even Amy?"

Ruan Mohan didn't answer, and turned his head again, looking at the haze outside the window.

As if her hands couldn't be idle, Jian Shuo touched the lavender hair rope that Ruan Mohan threw on the bed, tugged, tugged, like playing with a slingshot.

Ruan Mohan stood up suddenly: "Get up."

Jian Shuo sat up, like a confused cat.

Ruan Mohan pulled her black and thick hair in his hands, combed it briefly, took the lavender headband, and tied a high ponytail on the back of Jian Shuo's head.

The two sat facing each other, their slender legs curled up on the soft goose down bed.

The air conditioner was not turned on in the room, it was a bit cold, Ruan Mohan could see goose bumps on Jian Shuo and her own forearms.

Jian Shuo has never had such a hairstyle. She usually dresses flirtatiously, but now she finds it novel and shakes her head.

She flicked the high ponytail on the back of her head.

Ruan Mohan patted her face: "Be pure."

"Oh."

Jian Shuo can really switch expressions seamlessly.

In just a moment, the coquettish and empty light in her eyes disappeared, and became pure and clean, like a flower blooming in a greenhouse all her life. All the difficulties and dangers in the world have nothing to do with her in the future, nor will it have anything to do with her in the future.

Ruan Mohan stared into her eyes.

She reached out and tore off the lavender headband: "Forget it, you're not like her."

Jian Shuo thought for a while: "You are very similar to her."

"No, neither do I."

Ruan Mohan got off the bed, walked to the entrance, and put on his own clothes.

Jian Shuo still sat cross-legged on the bed like that, turned around, and turned to the porch where Ruan Mohan was heading.

"Why not?"

"We're all different people than Amy."

From the bedroom to the entrance, there is a corner of the wall. Jian Shuo is sitting on the bed, but can't see Ruan Mohan, only her cold voice can be heard from the entrance.

"Us?" Jian Shuo said with great interest, "Then I and you, are we the same kind of people?"

Ruan Mohan didn't answer.

Jian Shuo asked again: "Hey, why are you still not excited enough? Amy can't do it either? It's obvious that you protect her so much."

Ruan Mohan opened the door, and Jian Shuo rushed over from the bed.

"It's four o'clock." Ruan Mohan said lightly.

Jian Shuo curled her lips, with a look of grievance and loneliness.

Ruan Mohan said softly, "Don't act."

She closed the door and left.

Standing at the door of the room, she raised her hand and glanced at her watch: 59:[-].

She stood at the door for a moment, listening intently.

There was the sound of feet stepping on the carpet, and then someone leaned on the door with some strength, as if there was really a lot of grievance hidden in his heart.

It was Jian Shuo who lay on the door listening to the news of Ruan Mohan's departure. Without Ruan Mohan, the audience was present, but he still lingered on the last sound of Ruan Mohan's voice.

As if really reluctant.

Ruan Mohan looked down at his watch: it's four o'clock.

She went anyway.