Fast Travel: Crazy Criticism of Beauty Always Conspiring against Me

An impatient look gradually appeared on Song Ci's face, her pale pink petal-like lips parted slightly, and her voice was very cold, "Get out of the way."

Ren Qinian was still as stubborn as if he was deaf.

He reached out to touch the gun at his waist, but it was empty, and only then did he realize that the gun was put away when he was changing clothes, so he walked straight past him, seemingly feeling dissatisfied, and bumped him on purpose.

Ren Qinian leaned on his shoulder and looked back at the young man's back, his eyes became darker and darker, he put down his hands and said in a good-tempered manner, "Since this is the case, Xiaoci should rest first, I won't bother you."

Song Ci closed the door and sat in front of the wooden table only to find that the window was open, and seeing Ren Qinian looking back at him, walked over to close the window in a bad mood.

Seeing his appearance, Song Ci couldn't help but think of what he said unintentionally three years ago when he just left.

The man's eyes are full of viciousness: If you leave, never come back... It would be better if you die on the road as soon as possible!
At that time, he had already held part of the military power under his father in Beijing, so what else did he dissatisfied with?I have never treated him badly, and all good things are divided equally, and he doesn't even understand why he has so much malice towards him, wishing him to die.

Only then did Song Ci realize that the friends he had been with for many years were all fake. He was as ridiculous as a dog when he was sincerely aware of him, and a white-eyed wolf would never be familiar with him.

Song Ci involuntarily clenched his fist on the table.

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Song Ci just arrived at the front yard the next day, so he happened to run into Ren Qinian again.

Ren Qinian was not surprised at all, as if he was waiting, "Xiao Ci, I went out early this morning, and I will take you to Jingui Garden."

Song Ci didn't show any expression on his face, his side face exuded a soft halo under the light and shadow, the sun was warm, but the honey-colored pupils in his eyes were cold, and he said word by word: "No, need, need."

Turning around, I happened to see Zhou Tairong who was lazily walking towards the gate, walked towards him, and patted his shoulder, "Zhou Tairong, don't you want to go to Jingui Garden too? Let's go together."

Zhou Tairong turned his head and looked at the white-skinned and handsome young man next to him, with some amusement in his eyes, "Why does my little nephew want to be with me?"

"There's so much nonsense." Song Ci let go of his hands and frowned slightly, turning his head and said to Ren Qinian, "I'm with my little uncle, don't follow."

After hearing these words, Zhou Tairong's eyes shifted from Song Ci to the man behind him, and the corners of his lips curled up, "Yo, the young master is here too?"

Ren Qinian didn't say a word, his gaze was on Song Ci, and his lowered eyes showed a bit of helplessness, really like a good big brother who cared a lot.

Song Ci didn't want to see him pretending here, thinking about his past felt like a joke, he didn't want to see this person.

He stretched out his hand and gave Zhou Tairong a hand, "Let's go, little uncle."

Zhou Tairong was still quite surprised, so he couldn't help but look him up, thinking that this person might be possessed by a ghost, didn't he look down on them?Why is it that he calls him a little uncle now?

After all, it was the first time he heard him call himself little uncle, but it sounded nice.

It seems that there is a quarrel with the young master, isn't it very good, it's been like this for only one day since I came back, it's really interesting.

They went by car, and Ren Qinian came with them for some reason, Song Ci sat in the back, Ren Qinian sat beside him and coaxed him, Song Ci ignored him along the way.

Zhou Tairong was interesting to watch, and he really felt that Ren Qinian had a thick skin, and he was still licking his face like this, but he was really flexible.

Generally, this kind of person looks like a good person on the surface, but there may be some bad water hidden in their core.

Zhou Tairong seemed to be watching a joke, but he was short of melon seeds.

It stopped when he got out of the car, and the atmosphere was strangely quiet. As if he didn't see the darkness in Ren Qinian's eyes, he waved to Song Ci, "Song Ci, come to my little uncle."

Song Ci didn't want to go at first, but there were only two seats over there, and it happened that he took one of Zhou Tairong and the other, so Ren Qinian had no chance to pass.

The second floor is really nice, the environment is elegant, with incense and tea on the wooden table, and the veil on the window sill is faint when the wind blows.

When Song Ci came over, he happened to pass by Zhou Tairong and sat across from him, holding tea in his hand.

A strong tea scent mixed with the vague floral scent creates a cool and peculiar texture, which is so good that it smells...it will always be addictive if you smell it too much.

Song Ci took a sip of tea, the water on his lips was as bright as dewdrops on flower petals, plump, bright and attractive.

Looking at him, Zhou Tairong had to say that Song Ci was really good looking. He had been around for many years and had never seen any man or woman who could look like this.

Zhou Tairong tilted his head and smiled, "Xiaoci, are you sure you understand?"

Seeing that Ren Qinian was gone, Song Ci changed his appearance again, his face was expressionless and his eyes were cold and disgusted: "Don't call me Xiaoci, I was just putting on a show just now, don't think I just called you little uncle you Just climb along the pole, if my father recognizes you, I don't."

Zhou Tairong looked at Song Ci's face, what a nice person, but he has a mouth that can't speak, if he didn't have a good background, he might die eight hundred times.

Zhou Tairong was also a mess, if he hadn't heard someone yelling: "Let's go, let's go!", he might have put his hands on Song Ci's neck.

Song Ci turned his head and looked down, but didn't pay attention to Zhou Tairong's actions just now. The following stage has been played, and the protagonist is coming up.

The dazzling jewels dazzled the eyes.

The place below is also heating up.

"I'm coming!"