The President's Favorite Stunning Beauty

Chapter 417 A Miss Will Be a Miss! (2)
In fact, all the time added up is only a few hours.

Of course, the short period of a few hours is really insignificant in the face of the various reactions after these things happened.

However, it was just a few hours.

It's all about it, isn't it?

The series of things that happened are enough to detonate some faintly floating things that people from all walks of life have thought, seen and hoped for.

December 28th came to the end of the month.

The central protagonist of this event sweeping the world is still staying comfortably in N City, where the breeze is warm and the sun is shining.

The weather in N City at the end of December is as warm as spring or autumn in the northern cities of the country.

Except for the coolness given by the breeze, there is no chill of winter at all.

There is a strong contrast with it, and there is a constant entanglement with the central figure in the event in this city. It belongs to the north of this country and is far away from Yuncheng thousands of miles away from N City.

Over the entire city, the weather was gloomy, and the sky was full of thick, low, gray-yellow turbid clouds.

The northeast wind roared and raged over the tall buildings in all cities, or ran on the streets that were unsheltered and seemed a little empty.

It came from the clouds so frenziedly, as if holding a sharp sword, it could pierce through the tight leather jacket.

Not to mention the exposed face.

These are for people who are in Yuncheng at the moment, but have no choice but to leave their warm homes and step into the wind, frost, snow and rain.

The skins on their bodies that were not covered by warm coverings were bound to be slapped wantonly by them, without any scruples, cutting knife after knife on their frozen skin that was accidentally exposed.

Make them helpless and painful!
Such and such, people in the city under such weather.

If there is no warm heart to nourish it from within.

Then, he|she must be depressed and cold to the bone.

However, this world is always like this.

For some, there is never a shortage of coldness that adds insult to injury.

Located in Yuncheng at this time, standing downstairs, it looks like a high-end residential area towering into the clouds.

A single apartment that is decorated with a lot of white and gray tones, and is so large that it reveals a refined, elegant and simple style in terms of the overall decoration style, small furnishings, or every small decoration. Inside.

A young man with a tall, thin, straight and elegant figure, and a fair and handsome fair face, was wearing a thick white sweater on his upper body, a pair of black slim-fit trousers on his lower body, and a pair of white cotton socks on his feet. Dressed so simply, in such a cold weather, casually sitting cross-legged on the gray single sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of this apartment.

And his white, slender and generous hands were holding a white bone china mug, which was placed lightly on his legs.

In front of the single sofa under him, a pair of white fluffy slippers were randomly scattered there.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows next to the young man, the wind kept blowing.

However, in this seemingly quiet, peaceful, and warm apartment, it was unexpectedly.

Even on the floor-to-ceiling windows, those large, somewhat transparent and colored glass windows have been tightly closed from the inside.

There are still cold winds blowing from unknown horizons, mischievously passing through the gaps in the windows that cannot be seen but allow them to enter, into this room only those who are inside at this moment know. Inside the slightly warm apartment.

In such rainy and snowy weather, the incoming wind is blocked by some invisible gaps.

There was still some blade-like coldness, and it could not only slightly blow the thin white gauze curtain beside the bed.

Faintly still Ling Chi was sitting on the sofa, lowering his head slightly, quietly staring at the white laptop screen on the white log table in front of him with clear, tea-colored glass-like eyes, and his On a beautifully contoured and picturesque face.

The young man's white face, as white as porcelain, was smudged a little red because of the constant attack by the cold wind.

No one knows why the cool breeze coming in through the little gaps can carry such strength, and can smudge his fair and delicate cheeks into such a seemingly warm, but actually cold red.

If, at this moment, someone is lucky enough to be in the same room with this young man.

Well, he|she must know clearly.

The reason why the young man even appeared in such thin red is because he, who sat cross-legged casually, has maintained this position, sitting on the edge of the slight air vent, for a long, long time.

And his gaze, shining with moist luster, fell on the computer screen in front of him for a long time.

During the time that the young man was sitting here, his lips were a little purple from the cold.

Facing the computer screen in front of him, he opened slightly, and a murmuring voice drifted out from between his lips and teeth.

The thin white lips that once floated out from the young man's white lips and teeth were heavy and obscure, and some of them were covered by the wind outside the window, and accompanied by his straight nose, those white breaths that were frozen and solidified by the cold air like smoke and dust. Like fog, drifting, scattered in this silent apartment.

He said: "Xueran, your previous life, except for the reincarnation of the day after day, the sun rising and the moon setting, all meanings are cold. So, that kind of feeling, is it... Is it the same as the current one? me too?"

He said: "Yueran, after that, you find that in your life, when everything becomes a habit, you find that some things you like can be cultivated. But, why, why do some things in my life Things. It has long been integrated into the blood and bone marrow in the perishable growth rings of youth. And I, some things, still can’t be cultivated?”

At the same time, naturally no one saw it.

During this time, his brown pupils, which were as beautiful as glazed glass, were shining.

In fact, except at the very beginning, some enthusiasm disappeared in the depths.

The rest are empty, peaceful gazes.

After all, among all the unknowns, only he himself understands: his ears in the quiet world still maintain a dangerous balance, but the true emotions in his heart are hidden in the wind invisible to the naked eye, and gradually Passing by, slowly, slowly, annihilation is frozen in the bottom of my heart.

Then, with all the strength in his body at this moment, he told himself.

Mu Jinran, you should have known this a long time ago, right?
In the world, in a person's life.

(End of this chapter)