Fast Travel: Crazy Criticism of Beauty Always Conspiring against Me

Looking up at the huge archway, the exquisite relief design on both sides, ornate decoration and gold-plated niches, the inner side is rich in exquisite decoration and paintings in the form of oil paintings on the ceiling.

Luxury and grandeur.

Song Ci walked in, and people came and went on the street.

When I got off the bridge, I was walking alone on the road.

In a city, finding someone is like finding a needle in a haystack.

Song Ci sat by the bridge, and passers-by looked at her from time to time.

The clothes they wore were not suits and leather shoes, long skirts sweeping the floor, extremely simple loose clothes, so simple that they only had a piece of cloth and a belt.

I don't understand their language, but I watch their actions and the children's pointers.

It should be that she doesn't feel like a person here.

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Wilk went to buy new instruments and petri dishes.

It turned out that he had brought it with him, but when he was packing it up the night before yesterday, his hand slipped and he fell.

He had already imagined that he would be criticized by his husband or kicked out.

Who knows that the husband didn't criticize him this time, but just asked him to buy another copy, be careful next time.

There is a saying in Mr. Wei's place that the sun comes out from the west.

When Wilke got on the bridge, he could see the young man sitting on the stone pillar from a distance.

It doesn't look like a local.

Pay attention to the confusion in her eyes, and take the initiative to greet her.

"Hello."

Song Ci looked at the man wearing a shirt and carrying a toolbox in front of him. Seeing that he stretched out his hand actively, he raised his hand and shook it with him.

"Hello."

Wilke's accent sounded like someone from Mr. Wei's side, probably from the East.

"Are you here for a tour?"

Song Ci nodded: "I'm lost."

Looking at Wilke's completely different clothes from those around him, he concluded that he should also be in a different place.

Another possibility was that he knew the man.

Just as Wilke asked him where he wanted to go, he saw the boy raised his eyes and stared at him.

I don't know what's going on, looking at her beautiful face, the amber eyes seem to be like a whirlpool.

"Can I come with you?"

It's obviously a very common question, but when she said it, it was like a piece of music playing in your ears, that kind of spiritual collision, it seems that every word falls in your heart, beats you, and is constantly spinning, returning to your heart. addicted.

Wilke stared at her uncontrollably, a bit of irrational fanaticism gradually appeared in his eyes.

Instinctively took her hand and said, "My honor."

Song Ci shook off his hand the moment he touched it, and took a step back vigilantly.

This person's condition does not seem normal.

Noticing the momentary emptiness in his eyes, he couldn't help frowning.

Wilke woke up and had no memory of what he had just done.

Looking at the young man's defense, there was some doubt in his eyes.

"what happened to you?"

"Is it because you don't have enough money? Where are you going? I can pay you first."

Wilke lifted the box next to him, he couldn't stay here any longer.

Mr. Wei is still waiting.

Song Ci looked at the money he handed over, his reaction just now was still in his mind.

Shaking his head, he confiscated the money and didn't say a word, consciously holding Wilke's clothes.

Wilke is really in a hurry, he is not here to take care of the children.

"Sorry, I'm really busy right now."

Song Ci raised her eyes, and the fine halo of the sun falling on her eyelashes shone in her eyes. She let go of her hand and stood where she was.

This time he didn't keep up, Wilke took a taxi and was about to get up, when he caught a glimpse of the boy still standing there, his melancholy look made him feel suffocated.

"Okay okay, my God."

Wilke spoke to the driver and told him to drive over.

Walking in front of Song Ci, he opened the car window, tapped his shoulder on the car window and waved to him, "Come on, kid."

Song Ci looked at him coldly and not eagerly, opened the car door and sat next to Wilke.

Wilke looked at this handsome young man, and for some reason he kept jumping violently.

After a while he said, "You are so beautiful."

Song Ci ignored him.

Wilke was used to being educated by Mr. Wei, seeing her educate her in turn: "Do you know how to be polite?"

"Polite children are more likely to be accepted by others, only sensible and obedient children are willing to help others, understand?"

Song Ci didn't know that this man could be so verbose, and after a while, he gave him a benevolent glance.

His eyes were full of irritability.

She didn't say a word, and Wilke choked instead.

The teeth are a little itchy, I really want to teach her well.

"If you follow me now, you must be honest and obedient. If you are not obedient, Mr. Wei will educate you."

"Mr. Wei is much better than me, it's scary."

Wilke really wanted to scare her, but looking at this young man, as if she was born with an intoxicating magnetic field, his eyebrows and tone softened involuntarily.

"Who is Mr. Wei?" Song Ci asked.

She couldn't help being curious when she heard Mr. Wei in the young man's mouth.

asked unconsciously.

When getting out of the car, Wilke held her hand, a little unreasonably eager, "Mr. Wei is Mr. Wei."

Song Ci felt that this man was a bit strange, but couldn't explain it.

I didn't know where he was going, so I let him lead me there. (end of this chapter)