Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 1200 Fu Yuejun is the most affectionate.

The girl took him down the mountain, and seeing the young man was still taciturn, she felt compassion, and slowly opened her mouth: "Sang Ling told me that Yuan Zhou will have a good ending."

What would be a good ending?
It is nothing more than the next life, reborn in an ordinary family, can grow up safely, can be accompanied by a beautiful wife, and have no worries for a lifetime.

"What about you, sister?"

When Fu Yuejun heard the young man's question, Fu Yuejun was stunned for a moment, and then the smile on his lips became wider, and he slightly raised his head and said coldly: "I, Zuo was just punished by God, so I can't die well!"

The boy's face suddenly changed color, extremely pale.

As if being crushed by a sudden thunderstorm, he stared blankly at Fu Yuejun's calm smiling face, his lips parted, but he couldn't speak.

"Don't be sad for me." Fu Yuejun still smiled like a flower, and the smile at the corners of his eyes was quite cold, infinitely cold: "This is the price I should pay. In this life, people always have to compete with the sky."

Heaven controls the way of heaven and judges the life and death of the world. If mortals have a heart of rebellion, what should they do?

Then there is only the way of divine punishment.

"Little Thirteen."

Fu Yuejun called him softly, and stretched out her hand to hold the boy's hand. It was still a hot day, but the boy's hand was terribly cold, so she put his hand in the palm of her hand and covered it.

Then he smiled and asked him: "I heard from Si'er that you have ignored her recently? But did she make you angry?"

That girl has become a lot more irritable recently, after careful questioning, it turned out that she was running around in the camp for the past few days, wanting to have a chat with the young man, but was turned away by the young man.

Because of this, Minghui was very sad.

He had no choice but to pester Fu Lingcheng. Fu Lingcheng had no choice but to see that both of them were not well, so he gave the boy a few days off and sent them both back.

This time, Minghui complained to her.

Holding hands like this, the boy's body stiffened for a moment, and he could clearly feel the coolness of Fu Yuejun's palms. In this weather, she was still cold and indifferent.

It makes people feel that her blood is cold.

However, Fu Yuejun is the most affectionate.

He subconsciously raised his head and glanced at Fu Yuejun. The girl kept her eyes on the front and walked very slowly. Even when talking to him, the corners of her lips only slightly moved, calm and indifferent.

"She didn't make me angry. It was my fault that made her unhappy." The young man sighed. He had some indescribable feelings about Minghui. The girl was too enthusiastic, which made him a little at a loss. .

Out of the corner of Fu Yuejun's eyes, the young man's face flickered. Although the young man was expressionless, his brows were full of spirit, his brows were slanted, his eyes were slightly cold, and he had the demeanor of a fledgling general.

She continued to walk forward, and asked somewhat obscurely: "Then can you see how she cares for you?"

The young man didn't expect Fu Yuejun to ask such a straightforward question, he was stunned for a moment, his expression became a little awkward, and he didn't reply immediately, but it was equivalent to acquiescing.

Seeing him like this, Fu Yuejun knew that the young man must understand in his heart, and asked again: "Then, do you also have such thoughts for her?"

At this moment, the boy was even more stunned, as if he was thinking. After a while, he shook his head in confusion: "I don't know either."

He didn't know what the word love was, and he didn't know whether he was tempted by it, so he didn't know how he felt about Minghui.

(End of this chapter)