Fast Travel: Crazy Criticism of Beauty Always Conspiring against Me

Zhou Tairong was pulled by his sister, and looked back at the young man in his early twenties.Under the handsome eyebrows is an overly delicate little face, with milky white skin, thick and slender eyelashes, a bit of rouge, a high nose bridge, especially the lips that are not red and pale pink like peach blossoms.

However, Zhou Tairong thinks that the most beautiful thing about this person is his light amber eyes like honey, especially the coldness in his eyes, which makes people feel that this person is unattainable, especially now that he is wearing a military uniform and looks straight. I feel more majestic.

Zhou Qingying greeted him politely, "Don't say anything about Ci'er coming back early, so we can pick you up at the gate of the city."

"Don't bother Third Aunt."

The young man spoke very coldly, especially his calm eyes did not show any face.

Zhou Qingying felt very uncomfortable when she heard this. She has long been a real wife and the third aunt is calling her the third aunt. Isn't she sincerely sick of her?
Zhou Qingying was upset and didn't want to talk anymore, so she took a breath from the pipe to calm down.

Zhou Tairong followed Song Ci who was walking forward, showing a hasty smile, "Isn't this all a family?"

Song Ci didn't look at him and walked straight away.

Zhou Tairong looked at the back of the far away, and there were other emotions in the bottom of his eyes.

I still remember the first unpleasant meeting between them when they were young. At that time, the steamed buns he had changed so hard were trampled to pieces. He wanted to argue with that person, but the boy stood in front of him and threw a few dollars at him. let him go.Then he trampled his dignity into the dirt, and at that time he swore to himself that he would not let him have a good time.But by luck, they became a family, which is really ridiculous.

Zhou Qingying knocked on the cigarette bag, and she woke up Zhou Tairong's thoughts: "Brother Song Ci has such a temper, let's not think too much, go to the hall first and wait for the commander to come back, and then serve."

Zhou Tairong smiled indifferently, "I didn't think about it, my sister thought too much."

Looking at him, Zhou Qingying always felt that he was lying to herself. After all, Zhou Tairong was ruthless in his bones. If he was so ruthless, he dared to put a knife on his mother's father's neck. How could he be so good-tempered and not care about others.

Say hello and go to the lobby in the front yard.

Song Ci didn't come back for two years and stayed in Sucheng. First, Father Song wanted to take this opportunity to give Song Ci a prestige when he saw that Song Ci was growing up. Second, he was spoiled too much when he was a child to grind his temper.

When he just returned to the room, the decorations were in the same position as he remembered. The furnishings were all clean and dust-free. It seemed that they were being cleaned every day.

Song Ci changed his clothes, and changed into a simple off-white loose cashmere thin shirt and gray trousers. He had just changed when he heard a knock on the door.

The man in black clothes and trousers came in, his tone was still as intimate as before, and he reached out to touch the top of his head, "Xiaoci is back, she is more beautiful than before and has grown taller."

"Ren Qinian, I don't want to listen to you now." Song Ci raised his hand to stop his movement, raised his long and thick eyelashes, and his voice was only now a little warm.

With a broad palm on his shoulder, Song Ci raised his head and saw clearly the tall man in front of him. His facial features were tough and smooth, his phoenix eyes were charming, and his tightly pursed lips showed a shallow curve when he saw him.

"Xiaoci, haven't you known how to call him big brother after you've been away for a few years?"

Song Ci recalled what he overheard that day, a slight undetectable fluctuation flashed in his eyes, he pushed his hand away, and his thin lips like petals parted slightly, "Why?"

A little surprise flashed in the man's eyes. This was the first time he heard him call himself by his full name in so many years. It turned out that he always liked to call himself big brother.

Ren Qinian asked, his voice still gentle: "Xiao Ci, are you upset? Is it something that happened or what did I do that you think is bad?"

Song Ci frowned, and the hand on his shoulder was a bit heavy. His complexion was so bad that he stretched out his hand and swung it down. Due to the strength, his collar was crooked, revealing his half-white and round shoulders: "Don't go too far."

When Ren Qinian's eyes touched his white eyes, there was a moment of hotness, and he slid his gaze to his face in an instant.

Noticing his expression, he smiled helplessly, as if he was still pampering that naughty child when he was a child, and seemed to treat his behavior as unreasonable trouble, "Don't lose your temper, godfather will be back soon, don't be like this It looks like he won't be happy when he sees it."

Song Ci's voice was very cold, and even his eyes seemed to be stained with snowflakes, "Are you worthy? You are just a playmate my father found for me. Why do you pretend to control me?"

Hearing this sentence, Ren Qinian's eyes flashed coldly, and Song Ci said again what he didn't want to hear. Every time he thought of this, he would feel like a person who came and went as soon as he was called. Toys, without the slightest dignity.

His attitude softened, and his smile was still so gentle, "Xiaoci, you can tell me if you are unhappy. If you think I am not good enough, I can change it."

Seeing his hypocritical attitude, Song Ci made him sick. He didn't want to see Ren Qinian anymore, so he pushed him away and walked out.

Ren Qinian was staggered by his push, lost in thought as he watched the young man leave.

Song Ci's absence for the past two years is indeed a good thing, at least his strength has improved, even if he has a big temper and still hasn't changed, he doesn't know what restraint is.

It took a long time to turn around and see the clothes that had slipped from the ground, he didn't pick them up and put them aside, it was enough to just do the pretentious things in front of him.

As soon as he closed the door and went out, a sentence was silently uttered from that mouth, the dark light in those eyes was as cold as a poisonous snake, "An idiot will always be an idiot."