Fast Travel: Crazy Criticism of Beauty Always Conspiring against Me

Wilke looked at the obvious hickey on her snow-white shoulder.

"You..." He hesitated to speak.

Song Ci looked over in an instant, and saw her current appearance clearly from the glass decoration next to her. Her skin was too fair, and the marks on her shoulders were particularly obvious.

There is also on the side of the neck, but she can't see it from her current perspective.

Wilke watched her arrange her clothes, didn't want to say it at first, but couldn't help but said: "I haven't seen you these days, did you go to sleep with another woman?"

It's no wonder Wei Erke thinks this way, after all, Song Ci looks like a teenager now.

Beautiful boys, some nobles with special hobbies like to play the most.

Of course, it also attracts women's likes.

After all, even looking at this appearance with those amorous peach blossom eyes would make one sink.

Song Ci looked at Wilke's frowning face and didn't answer him.

After hearing what he said, he understood that Wei Silu should have covered himself up and said that he had gone out.

She refused, and Wilke automatically acquiesced in this matter.

"Does sir know?" Wilke frowned.

"I don't know." There was some interest in her eyes, and she laughed.

Wilke's brows tightened: "You can still laugh, come back in the morning? Go take a shower, sir doesn't like the smell of women."

Song Ci smiled, sat on the sofa with his chin propped up, "Oh, he doesn't like women? Could it be that he likes men?"

Wilke shook his head, and solemnly taught her not to talk nonsense: "Mr. doesn't like men either."

I still remember that there was a man who didn't know how to live or die before, and he wanted to have a relationship with Mr., and then he stayed in the bureau for a month.

He really likes this young man and has a good impression of him, but he really doesn't like her making her husband unhappy and ending up badly.

Song Ci nodded his chin, pretending to think: "Then he doesn't like women or men, so there must be something wrong with his body?"

Wilke did not expect Song Ci to say this at all.

After thinking about it, he didn't know which muscle was wrong, but he felt that what Song Ci said seemed to make sense.

A little understanding and sympathy gradually emerged in his eyes.

No wonder Mr. usually looks cold and indifferent from time to time.

"What's wrong with you? Do you think what I said makes sense?" Song Ci curled her lips silently.

Wilke was about to nod, but he suddenly reacted and shook his head immediately, and gestured to him: "This is Mr.'s privacy, please don't talk nonsense."

Seeing Wilke's serious and cautious look, Song Ci smiled sullenly.

"It doesn't feel like you."

Song Ci poked, "I don't think you are born to be an honest person."

Wilke spread his hands helplessly, "Then what can I do? After all, I'm alone and helpless."

"You are very afraid of Wei Silu." Song Ci half-closed his eyes lazily, approaching him.

"I'm not afraid, but respectful, he helped me..."

Wilke was caught off guard, looking at her pretty face, his throat tightened a bit.

"Don't." He said, "I'm not good at this."

The soft hair ran across Wilke's neck, with a numb itching, and his dark eyes narrowed.

Only now did I notice her long hair.

"How did your hair grow?"

It's no wonder that he noticed it so late, she has a lot of attractiveness, coupled with her naturally beautiful and eye-catching face, even if her long hair falls behind her, she will not be obtrusive.

"Got it." Song Ci rubbed his fingertips and answered quickly.

Wilke nodded, "It's pretty."

Song Ci's lips moved, looking at his round eyes like a cat, "You have been with Wei Silu for so long, and he never taught you, can't a man be described as beautiful? He should be handsome."