Chief Guardian

Chapter 255
Xiyan's gaze became even more angry.

Why do you turn your face away?You can't see it obviously, why do you still have to look away?Why didn't she say anything, didn't even bother to say rejection?

He let go of his hand, and sat on the sofa weakly. Didn't he already say that he would stop forcing her, but he still couldn't do it. He couldn't stand the indifference of the person he liked.

"Another has feelings for him because..." You won't get results.

Xiyan leaned helplessly on the sofa.

Since Lei Zhaoting handed Lei Zhen to Xiyan before going abroad, it meant that he did not allow her to be with Lei Wanjun, and he did not allow her to be with Lei Wanjun from the very beginning, so there would be no result between her and Lei Wanjun.

If she fell in love with him, it would only make her more painful.

Lei Zhen sat quietly on the sofa, lowering her eyes.

"I won't fall in love with him, I will only hate him." It's so ruthless, but is it actually like that?Even she doesn't know.

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In the morning, the reddish sunlight shone on the glass windows of the building, refracted in the clean amusement park on the ground, and there were rings of halos, and the colorful colors were wanton and active.

The elevator went down slowly, and Lei Wanjun walked out of the elevator with a proud body, followed by bodyguards, and beside him stood several high-level personnel, holding the planning document in their hands, and constantly gesticulating around the amusement park with their fingers, Turning their heads sideways to explain to other personnel, and turning around the amusement park, they are examining the terrain of the amusement park, preparing to start planning again, creating an alternative world of the amusement park.

Suddenly, Lei Wanjun stopped and looked at the large mural on the big wall opposite. In the season of cherry blossoms, the petals fluttered lightly and scattered all around. The faint breeze blew by. The girl was in the holy place of cherry blossoms, with a sad expression on her face. Looking into the distance, at dusk, the colorful sunset glow, the light red light obliquely shines on the delicate petals, reflecting on her delicate skin, holy and inviolable like a saint.

It has been three years, and the color of that mural is always the same, the pink petals, the colorful colors, the delicate skin of the girl, every inch is shockingly beautiful.

(End of this chapter)