She is the most beautiful rose

Shen Manzhi can deal with him in a mixed way, and he can also hit the ball unexpectedly.

"Do you want me to admit personally that I am a hostage, or do you want to know the depth of my relationship with the person in my household registration book?"

He was used to others blindly surrendering, but despite such a close distance, Si Dai didn't feel offended at all, and just looked at her quietly with his indifferent eyes.

When Shen Manzhi said this, it was just like her saying that she cherished her life. One part was pretending to be serious, and the other nine parts were fake.

"I'm not interested in the former. As for the latter," Sida's fingers moved slightly between the thin blankets on his legs, and he manipulated the armrest on the other side with one hand to retreat. "I don't think that a person who is willing to risk his life would do anything to him." Who has feelings?"

Shen Manzhi laughed when he heard this. The scent of wintersweet on his hand was astonishing, as if it was soaked in the scent of her body, lingering around the two of them.

She turned around and walked to the window, breaking off a few wintersweet sticks that had reached the window.

"Why do you think that I have no feelings for him?"

Si Dai looked at her back. The plain robe was not thick and there was a faint trace of blood seeping through it. She always moved as she pleased without caring about anything else, as if she didn't know the pain.

Therefore, every time she was injured, she was used to dealing with it casually and hastily. Therefore, a few years ago, a poisonous iron stick was inserted into her shoulder blade, leaving a scar that could not be removed. She got a crescent moon tattoo.

The cold temperament of Songshan Baixue flowed out of him, as if he was telling a story, with steady ups and downs, "Some people live in the world without hope or faith, and don't know why they live. They feel like they have nine lives. People block people from killing people, and Buddha blocks people from killing people." The Buddha finally ran out of life, as if he came to this world and walked around in vain before going to hell.

But if there is a tie, and the heart becomes alive again after being riddled with wounds, then you won't be able to let go. "

It is obvious who the protagonist of the story is.

"Before twelve o'clock yesterday, you were able to come back in time, but you went to another place. You were seriously injured that night, and you were willing to be punished today. I didn't see a fresh state in you. If you have any feelings for him, Feelings, why hurt your body and treat punishment as enjoyment?"

Shen Manzhi was not upset, so he pulled off a ribbon from somewhere, tied a few wintersweet branches and tied them with beautiful bows.

"Since you are so sure that I have no feelings for him," she said, like a fox luring its prey into a trap, with a slight hook in her eyes, "then why are you angry when I talk about him?"

angry?Si Ji slightly curled his lips, "It's not that bad for him."

Shen Manzhi came over and put the branch he had just left in his hand. The temptation and the city had disappeared in a trance.

She sighed softly, "Sir, the topic was moved very quietly."

From the moment she asked those probing words, Si Dai started talking about feelings. If the conversation got too deep, they would break up on bad terms. It would no longer matter if she thinks about it again next time. After all, she is a non-staff member. Personnel, who can trust it?
She was tired of dealing with it, so she simply made it clear, "As for the traitor, it's your internal matter in Linjiang. You don't want to mention it, and I'm not interested in knowing it. If I catch him next time, I will deal with it personally and won't report it to you." .”

Shen Manzhi raised her eyes with indifference and coldness in her eyes. When she walked out the door, the warm winter sun enveloped her in an instant. Compared with the coldness that hit her bones just now, it felt like heaven and hell.

Si Ji turned around in his wheelchair, and looked at the beautiful figure with his eyes that were as indifferent as water, vague and unclear, as if something thick was about to overflow.

When Shen Manzhi turned around, his eyes returned to their cold look, as if they had changed instantly, which made people think it was an illusion.

"Sir, why don't you give that guy a slap in the face so that he doesn't dance in front of me again?"

After she finished speaking, she walked towards the outer courtyard, stepped out of the threshold, and disappeared around the corner.

This man was very smart and knew how to be measured. He knew that he didn't want to talk about a traitor in Lingjiang, so he patiently talked to him about feelings.

When her patience ran out, she directly stated her purpose to him, knowing that the "traitor" might be his right-hand man. She did not inquire into the details, leaving room for both parties without allowing herself to compromise.

Si Dai didn't move for a long time. The wintersweet lay in her hand, the first branch she broke off. The flower was the perfect match for the beauty. Ling Han bloomed alone, standing proudly in the cold winter.

It seems to be mixed with the light fragrance of women, which is too strong.

(End of this chapter)