ferocious for the rest of my life

Chapter 171 Perfection
bang...

Aviana fell to the ground with her chair.

Daniel's snoring, lying on the sofa, paused for a moment, and then returned to its original smooth and long snoring.

The amber eyes were full of horror, and the red cheeks were drained of blood. Aviania lifted the chair up and pressed the back of the chair with both hands, staring at Yu Sheng, but she couldn't see it from his face. what's coming...

Staring and staring cannot solve the problem.

Yu Sheng took the hockey puck from the ice box, poured himself a shallow half cup, then tapped on the bar with his fingers and said. "Don't say it, you think I'm lying to you, tell it, you are frightened again, but it seems that there is no way to have the best of both worlds, right?"

"Who the hell are you?"

"I said it before," Yu Sheng said calmly, taking a sip from his glass. "Don't say you have a bad memory. Goldfish still have a seven-second memory, let alone a little girl like you who grew up in war and experienced all kinds of tragedies to come here. A tough heart, is it possible? If you are unlucky, you will die."

Aviana was speechless, but just couldn't accept it.

If the suicide and the blue envelope in the suitcase can be calculated through Tarot cards, then Aviania feels that there is no way to explain the colorful geranium tattooed on her chest, unless she is in front of her. This big boy once observed her closely when she was taking a bath, otherwise only God and the tattoo artist who was buried by her own hands would know...

God really exists?

Can the dead be resurrected?

impossible……

"What? You still don't believe it?" Yu Sheng was also convinced. If he were in a similar situation, wouldn't he feel that he had met a god?How could it be like Aviania, where the facts and the truth are all in front of her eyes, and one person on the left doesn't believe it, and the other person on the right doesn't believe it, even if she is not a reborn person, isn't it shameful?

"I don't believe it, I still don't believe it..."

"Still determined not to believe it? OK, then I'll say one more thing," said Yu Sheng, who was stubborn and already a little drunk. "If you are a native of Sarajevo, then the tattoo on your chest should be a tulip, not a geranium, the national flower of Hungary or Croatia..."

Like being struck by lightning!

Aviania couldn't stand still, her legs were weak, and she had to press the back of the chair even harder with her hands, so that her joints became paler and even convulsed.

"During the nearly four-year war, non-natives trapped in Sarajevo have a chance to leave, so after all possibilities are eliminated, your nationality must be very clear, right?"

Aviania sat down slowly, biting her lips tightly, lest she would collapse if she opened her mouth.

It's not that Yu Sheng doesn't want to throw out some hard goods, but the problem is that up to now, basically everything that can be said has been said. All kinds of guesses and inferences, once the distance from the truth is a little bit far away, the character set up with all efforts There is a possibility of collapse, so it is better to be silent than to talk nonsense.

A strange dead silence permeates and spreads, only Daniel's snoring is melodious.

Aviania reached out to pick up the wine glass in front of her. Her right hand shook so badly that the puck hit the glass wall and made a crisp sound. As the blood on her face gradually recovered, she spoke word by word. "I can't believe it, I really can't believe it, once I believe what you said, I don't know if I can hold on..."

"Are you holding on? There's no need. If you have any problems, tell them, and there will be a way to solve them."

Yu Sheng's rhetoric did not impress Avonia, she shook her head. "It should be that no one knows about my tattoo, even during the interview... and I buried it with my own hands. I watched the blood splash on my face and watched it fall..."

Yu Sheng understood a little bit.

That being the case, it doesn't matter whether you believe it or not.

"Let's change the subject and talk about why you committed suicide. This is the only thing I can't figure out. No matter how you think about it, it's so strange. The key is that it doesn't make sense at all..."

Aviania raised her head, but her eyes were a little empty. "Really want to know?"

"Yes, I really want to know."

"Have you ever heard such a sentence, when all the impossible answers are eliminated, the remaining ones, no matter how incredible, are the real answers..."

"Conan Doyle. The author of Sherlock Holmes, a doctor by profession, and a part-time novelist."

Aviania was a little surprised, the corners of her lips raised unconsciously, and there was a little brilliance in her eyes, she stared blankly at Yu Sheng until she was sure that she couldn't figure out anything from the other person's expression, she took a deep breath and said. "I have one condition..."

"If you can get rid of your thoughts of suicide, no matter what the conditions are, as long as I can meet them, I can promise you."

The corners of Avonia's mouth twitched, but the helpless smile revealed was even more uncomfortable than crying.

According to Avonia's instructions, Yu Sheng came out from the bar and sat opposite her, seeing that she stood up instead, Yu Sheng was wondering, but saw that the other party unbuttoned his belt...

After finally getting the drunk Salina settled down, Jessica returned to the study in a hurry, but she was stunned by the scene in front of her.

The six-inch lace-up stilettos were on the bar, and the black cropped wide-leg pants were thrown on the chair. Aviania sat cross-legged on the high stool, but her right leg was in the arms of Yu Sheng. With his right hand holding his ankle, facing the light, he is admiring...

"Darling? What are you doing?"

Yu Sheng turned around and saw Jessica's shocked face, beckoning, and when she came close, he pointed to the ankle supported by his right hand and said. "Is it beautiful? Pretty? With such a pair of feet, do you think Aviana can become a professional foot model?"

Jessica is not a foot control, said in amazement. "Foot model? Professional?"

"That's right, a professional foot model," Yu Sheng pointed his finger upwards along Aviana's straight ankle. "Look at her legs again. The complexion is fair and delicate, straight and long. This curve, this proportion, tsk tsk, no matter what kind of stockings it is, it must be full of visual impact, which can completely make her one of the leg models. What's more, her face is small and well-defined, whether it is the overall image or a partial close-up, she is completely qualified..."

Realizing that Yu Sheng was not trying to hide anything, but was really appreciating, sighing, and praising, the feeling of absurdity became stronger, but Jessica still couldn't help but move closer...

(End of this chapter)