blood rose in his heart

Chapter 35 The Fragrance of Roses
The driver who had already started the car was about to turn the steering wheel, but he heard a human voice behind him: "Stop."

The driver stopped immediately.

Lei Che looked out through the glass car window, and saw the woman standing at the door, the man leaned over and kissed her lightly on the forehead, then took off his coat and put it on her.

The woman seemed to be a little twitchy, she wanted to turn sideways to avoid the dress, but she couldn't stand the man's persistence.

In the end, the woman still stood there obediently, letting the man fasten the buttons for herself.

The man then walked down the steps to the parking lot.

Lei Che looked at the woman's figure, feeling a little dazed.

The last time we met was in that underground club.

She wears heavy makeup, and her eyebrows and eyes are full of killing.

Like a very beautiful snake, lurking in the dark waiting for its prey to take the bait.

This time, with her plain face facing the sky, her brows and eyes are full of cuteness.

She looks nothing like her sister
Lei Che felt a sharp pain in his heart, like a needle prick.

The pain shook him all over, and then, as if his heart was tightly pinched by a pair of invisible big hands, his eyes went dark and he couldn't breathe.

The stabbing pain in his chest made him lean over suddenly, clutching his chest tightly, took a few breaths, and stared at the figure outside the window with a gloomy expression.

The person in my impression has always been aloof, and would never be obedient to a man like this, let alone let a man put clothes on him like this.

For a moment, his heart was empty.

The joy that was originally full of joy disappeared, and even the joy that filled my heart disappeared.

He lowered his eyes, pursed his lips, and smiled wryly at his own stupidity.

It turned out to be just like that.
Something shrank suddenly in his heart, and he couldn't help curling up in pain.

Just.
They two are very similar.
He shook his head and laughed at his own stupidity—a cold person like her, who never puts anyone in his eyes, how can someone who has his whole heart trampled under her feet, how can she treat him? What is sincere?
It turned out that she was really so cruel, she cruelly threw him into the endless darkness, turned around and left, leaving this world.

No matter whether she got tired of playing fake death or whether it was the final tragedy caused by so many accidents, the final result has one thing—she is really ruthless.

Give him a little sweetness, make him think that he is different in front of her and can be presumptuous, then turn around and throw him into the endless darkness without even looking back.

Bitterness spread from the bottom of his heart, and Lei Che's eyes were full of reconciliation.

sister, don't you
He clenched his fist violently, his fingertips sinking deeply into his palm.

Are you really leaving like this?

Probably because the car stayed at the door for too long, the waiter in the room came out, leaned down and knocked lightly on the door of the car window, saw that the car window was rolled down, and asked in a low voice:

"Sir, what can I do for you?"

Lei Che paused for a moment, then picked up the rose on the welcome table and handed it to the waiter, took out a check and wrote a series of numbers on it, and handed it to the waiter, and motioned to the seat where Du Liyou was sitting. Cai said:
"Please give the lady this rose while she is alone, and tell her—"

As he spoke, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked and his thin lips were pursed.

"She is like this rose, it is sinking."

The waiter hesitated a little, looked at him again, and then, after receiving the check, nodded.

The average consumption of this French restaurant is five figures, and the customers who come and go are all distinguished.

But it is very rare that he still achieves such a large amount of money.

Lei Che stared at the waiter's back, pursed his thin lips—since it's not my sister, the person who threatened me.
He looked at the figure outside the window, and the murderous intent gradually surged in his eyes, as if a dark tide was raging - everyone deserved to die!
After a while.

Seeing that there was no one around Du Liyou, the waiter took the opportunity to present roses.

"Miss, here is a rose for you from a gentleman."

Du Liyou raised his eyebrows, but he didn't take it. He just glanced at the delicate rose, and then looked at the waiter again.

She saw the waiter walking over from the side of the car, and she thought that the owner of the car was a member of this restaurant and was very expensive. After thinking for a while, she didn't take the rose after all.

Staring at the person in front of her, her voice was cold.

"Sir? Who?"

The waiter couldn't help lowering his head, avoiding her gaze.

Her eyes were cold and asked aggressively.

Not daring to meet her gaze at all, the waiter shook his head.

"He said that it's not convenient to reveal his identity, but he just asked you to accept this rose."

Du Liyou didn't answer, but there was a wave in his eyes - so it was for testing?

A sneer suddenly surfaced, and she let out a soft "sneer", with a face of contempt that was not concealed, she plucked off all the petals of the rose and threw them on the ground, raising her legs and crushing the ground hard.

Suddenly, the ground fell red.

"Hmph, so you're a coward who doesn't even dare to show your face?"

As she said that, she kicked again, pressing the heel of her red high-heeled shoes and crushing the rose petals bitterly, crushing the delicate and beautiful petals into crumpled ones.

The bright red juice flowed all over the ground.

Dark red brother's high heels, sexy red lips, and a big red low-cut dress.

If it were put on other women, it would be vulgar and boring.

But on her body, there is a kind of soul-stirring beauty.

I don't know if it's because of his hot body like a seductive water snake, or because of the arrogance inherent in his body.

But right now, the arrogance in her eyes is not inferior to anything in the world.

The waiter was a little surprised when he saw it—what kind of peerless person would have such arrogance?
"Then if you still see him, please tell him."

The woman smiled and raised her feet, showing that the ground was red and merciless.

"I accepted the roses because I never embarrass the messenger. But what?"

As she spoke, she exerted all her strength, the blue veins in her calf swelled up, and the muscles and beautiful curves that were often exercised on weekdays were highlighted.

Her red lips were slightly parted, with a layer of light on the surface, like a very ripe and waxed apple, extremely alluring.

She smiled and said, "You don't even have the guts to talk to me, so you are not qualified to pursue me."

As she spoke, she stepped on her high heels, raised her chin slightly, gave a light snort at the car not far away, raised her high heels, turned her head and walked away without any regrets.

Only the stunned waiter was left standing there dumbfounded.

Delicate red roses that were about to drip were scattered on the ground, like weeping blood and tears, falling all over the ground.

The ground was muddy.

But none of these can compare to the bloody look in the man's eyes.

(End of this chapter)