The hero who crossed the line of fire has a dream

Chapter 813 Wang Yue Talks to Bai Mange!

Even if Qingqing uses me, it doesn't matter, she gave her life, the worst is to pay her back, I have no complaints or regrets, but before that, I don't want to hear someone say that Qingqing is not a word.

This is the most beautiful love story that Murong Qingqing has ever heard.

Murong Qingqing has many hobbies, one of which is drag racing. She likes the feeling of flying, especially when she is happy, she always likes to go racing on a track with no speed limit. She still came to that track today, but she But it ran extremely slowly.

She is already in heaven, why should she fly?

She thought that no one understood her, but someone understood her!

She is not alone!

The next morning.

Wang Yue sleepily sat up from the bed, stretched his waist, looked at the blue sky outside the window, couldn't help smiling, the luckiest thing in life is to open his eyes every morning.

Wang Yue was in a very happy mood. First, he went to the cafeteria to buy breakfast for four people, then went to class, took a comfortable nap at noon, played basketball with Zhang Dekuai and others in the afternoon, and went to eat outside the school with Zhang Dekuai and others in the evening. Had a delicious BBQ.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Zhang Dekui waited for others to return to the dormitory, while Wang Yue went to the playground alone. He looked up at the bright moon for a while on the bench where he and Xue Bing often sat, and finally took out his mobile phone from his pocket. Call the mobile phone number labeled Bai Mange.

Wang Yue thought that being relaxed and in a good mood throughout the day would make him less anxious and nervous when calling Bai Mange. This was indeed the case the moment before the call, but he became inexplicably nervous the moment after the call.

Wang Yue didn't know which heartstring Bai Mange could pull on her, but he was sure that Bai Mange could pull on her heartstrings without a doubt, making him happy or sad, sad or sad, or he didn't know why.

The brain, which was originally as calm as the surface of a lake, became continuously tumbling like layers of tides after making a call, and a single thought instantly became a myriad of thoughts.

If it weren't for Bai Mange, his life trajectory would not have changed.

If it weren't for Bai Mange, his sister would not have disappeared, and many conspiracies had been imposed on him.

Wang Yue once hated Bai Mange, hated it very much, wished to find her and cut her into pieces, but as time went by, Wang Yue gradually didn't hate her, but hated himself, hated himself for provoking something he couldn't bear. matter.

Bai Mange once asked him, are you sure?Wang Yue said without hesitation that I was sure.

Bai Mange once asked him, do you regret it?Wang Yue said without hesitation that I have no regrets.

The cause of the sowing reaps the cause, and the reaping of the fruit reaps the fruit. Everything is the evil created by Wang Yue, so why hate others.

Does Wang Yue like Baimange?

The two of them were just absurd for one night. He Lai likes to say that Bai Mange is the most beautiful woman in Yanjing, and he said that many children of foreign royal families never marry for life, because they are waiting for Bai Mange.

The reason why Wang Yue, who is a poor boy, got entangled with Bai Mange is probably because he is a good pawn, but the price for letting him be a pawn is not too high, it is the most precious thing in a woman's life thing.

Wang Yue didn't know what kind of mentality he had in calling Bai Mange, was it hatred, liking, or something else?

For a while, Wang Yue's heart was so stuffy and his mind was so confused that he had the urge to hang up the phone, but at this moment, the phone vibrated, which was a vibration reminder to connect the phone.

In a certain city, in a villa.

The night is already dark, looking out through the window glass, everything that enters the eyes is pitch black.

A beautiful desk lamp is placed on a spotless white desk. The desk lamp emits orange light. A beautiful woman in a white home dress with a long skirt is holding a pen between her fair and tender fingers with the faint light. Write on matts practice paper.

The handwriting written by a beautiful woman is fresh and elegant, delicate but yet majestic. It is hard to believe that such a magnificent handwriting is written by a woman.

There are a lot of beautiful women's characters, but they all only write one character, and that is the child's character.

The arrangement of the beautiful woman is very fast. She wrote Tongtong, but there is a space before the word Tongtong, which is the same for every Tongtong.

The beautiful woman writes very seriously, occasionally plucking a few strands of blue hair that ran to her forehead, the momentary gentleness is as soft as clear water, and occasionally pursing her lips into a smile, the momentary smile makes the flowers on the table eclipsed.

A burst of very soft music sounded, and the beautiful woman's originally smooth writing was suffocated for an instant. She first glanced at the caller on the screen, and she stretched out her finger to answer it, but the stretched finger was about to touch it. trembled a bit.

The beautiful woman frowned, and then looked sideways at Tongtong who was already asleep on the big bed. Looking at the cute little face like a porcelain doll with a little baby fat, she couldn't help pursing her lips into a smile, and her slightly trembling fingers instantly calm down.

The beautiful woman slightly opened her red and tender lips, and exhaled lightly a mouthful of Finnish fragrance, and her milky white fingers firmly pointed at the word "answer".

On the campus of Qingqing University, under the willow trees in the playground, a thin figure was covered with a pitch-black night, put the mobile phone to his ear, pursed his trembling lips, and said softly: "I am Wang Yue."

"Little boy, your voice has matured."

After more than three years, Wang Yue heard Bai Mange's voice again, it was still that numb voice, it was still that seductive and charming voice, and it was still that invisible enchanting charm.

Some people laughed at the foolishness of the princes in the Fenghuo opera, and King Zhou You was a fool who buried the country, but they didn't know that the fault was not in the behavior of the princes in the Fenghuo opera itself, nor in Zhou Youwang himself, but in the praise of the city.

Some women can cause a catastrophe with a frown and a smile, causing countless princes and princes to show their swords and soldiers. Bai Mange obviously belongs to this rank. If it is put in ancient times, it will definitely spread a beautiful biography that will bring disaster to the country and the people. It is comparable to Baosi and Daji .

Wang Yue said softly: "Your voice is still so nice, like a Pandora's box."

Bai Mange asked: "It's tempting to open it, but it's a disaster after opening it, right?"

Wang Yue denied: "The fault is not Pandora's box, but the opener, because it is not Pandora's box that opens automatically, but the opener opened it by hand, and then released the disaster."

Bai Mange asked: "Little boy, tell me, do you hate me?"

Wang Yue said softly: "I hated it before, but I don't hate it anymore."

Wang Yue thought it would be difficult for him to communicate with Bai Mange, because even calling him was full of anxiety and uneasiness, and he even had the courage to call him after several adjustments.

But when Wang Yue and Bai Mange really talked, he found that his heart was so peaceful and soft, and this peace and softness did not come from himself but from Bai Mange.

Wang Yue's voice became a little hoarse, but he still said softly: "Can I return my sister?"

(End of this chapter)