Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 1201 How to clean up?

This girl was innocent and spoiled, but when in front of him, she seldom acted like a young lady, and when getting along with her, she felt at ease, and he liked this feeling.

As for whether it was affection, he didn't know.

"You, you, staying in the camp, you have become an idiot."

Fu Yuejun smiled gracefully, and slowly talked about his heartbeat: "The feeling of heartbeat is like a deer bumping around. If you can't see him, you will be anxious and anxious, but when you see him, you can feel that heartbeat. , instantly alive, beating hotly in the chest, carefree and violent."

That's what it feels like to be heartbroken.

In the long night without him, as long as she thinks of Jin Tingxiao, her heart will be piercingly hurt, tossing and turning, insomnia, and missing him crazily are all suffering.

After seeing him, she wanted to plunge into his arms, thinking that it would be fine to walk with him like this, and her life would be over.

Come to think of it, Jin Tingxiao, who is indomitable in the sky, also experienced grievances and heartbreaks.

This person became famous at a young age and was once a sensational figure in the world, but he was displaced by her half his life, experienced all kinds of hardships in the world, and endured the loneliness that should not belong to him.

Jin Tingxiao, she has already become the cinnabar in her heart, bright red, it has penetrated into her blood, and she will never die!

The young man acquiesced for a long time, as if he was thinking about his feelings towards Minghui. After a long time, he said in a hoarse voice: "But, she said, we have already settled the dispute. I don't owe her, and she doesn't owe me."

This is the heartbeat.

"Fool!"

Fu Yuejun scolded him with a coquettish smile, and the smile widened on the brows: "The things in this world are the most inseparable. If you are entangled, it will be difficult to let go."

There are too many unpredictable things in the world, either involuntary or predestined, how can we be clear?

The girl stopped, looked at the boy with a smile, reached out and pressed his shoulder, and said with a smile: "You, don't think too much, follow your heart, and your heart will tell you the answer."

There are very few lovers in this world, if lovers can't get a happy ending, then half of their life is wasted, only pain and struggle.

"Let's go."

Fu Yuejun turned around and walked down the mountain. The young man followed behind her, but he was thinking about Minghui.

The two walked down the mountain without haste, but unexpectedly, when they reached the halfway up the mountain, there were a few black shadows passing by among the tall and dense trees.

Fu Yuejun only paused for a second, then continued to walk forward as if nothing had happened, tightened the boy's hand, and asked him with a chuckle: "It's approaching midnight, and the yin will be very heavy, and there will be some strange things in places we can't see." Clean things, are you afraid?"

"Not afraid!"

The young man pursed his lips and shook his head, and subconsciously tightened his grip on Fu Yuejun's hand. Of course, he also noticed those slight movements, and he was probably being watched by some interested people.

But now, they don't have guns on them. This is a very troublesome thing. If there are few people on the other side, it's fine. If there are many people...

"As expected of the sons and daughters of my Fu family!"

Fu Yuejun pursed her lips and smiled slightly, narrowed the corners of her slender eyes, and with a beautiful face, she dragged the young man down the mountain naturally, as if she had forgotten what happened just now.

The two of them wandered slowly down the mountain, not knowing how long those tails followed them.

With the reflection of the bluestone steps, Fu Yuejun clearly saw a few black shadows rushing towards behind them, she didn't even think about it, she dodged to the side.

And the young man quickly stretched out his hand to grab the black shadow, and slashed down with his knife, knocking the black shadow unconscious.

(End of this chapter)