Beauty's Devil Guard

Since these days, Zhang Yuanyuan has been washing her face with tears.

His beloved father, his biggest backer and reliance on Zhang Weimin. The sudden death, to her unprecedented blow. And his chosen lover Xiao Yi became a suspect in killing his father. And now I'm afraid of crime and I don't know where I'm going. She is a weak woman. After all, the defense line of her soul collapses one by one.

When Xiao Yi enters the old house, he sees Zhang Yuanyuan leaning on the windowsill. A single shadow of human shape, looking at a growing cactus.

That pot of cactus, the soil for its cultivation has been all dry. It hasn't been watered for a long time.

At that time, it is still tenacious growth, from the dry soil, out of a kind of green. This little green, let Zhang Yuanyuan feel a vigorous vitality.

Every time she saw this cactus, Zhang Yuanyuan would have the courage to persevere.

"Yuanyuan, I'm here."

Just five words, or that familiar voice. Let Zhang Yuanyuan tremble and turn her head quickly. When I saw Xiao Yi's dusty face, tears fell like rain.

"You, you, you are here at last."

Thousands of words, all the grievances, all the indignation, all the sadness. In this moment, it turned into these words. Every word of Zhang Yuanyuan has a tremor. First, the cuckoo's blood makes people feel sad.

After hearing these words, Xiao Yi quickly swept to Zhang Yuanyuan. All of them turned into a most warm embrace. Embrace in the arms, tightly embrace in the arms.

At this moment, Zhang Yuanyuan buried her head tightly in Xiao Yi's arms. Crying that is called an earth shaking, tears like a broken line of beads, wet Xiaoyi's clothes.

In an instant, the sun of the old house came down. Through the window, it shone on them. The room is quiet, only occasionally came a choking voice of Zhang Yuanyuan.

"All these days, you've gone." Xiao Yi gently stroked Zhang Yuanyuan's hair and began to sigh.

As soon as Zhang Yuanyuan heard this, she cried even more.

Since then, we have no words but tears.

Zhang Yuanyuan did not ask where Xiao Yi went, and Xiao Yi did not explain where he went. As if, so tightly embrace, is can embrace to the end of time.

Just as there is harmony inside the door, there is another scene outside.

Xu Zhitian, the young master of Tianxiang department store, and Hu Yiwen, the son of the president of Jianghai City Writers Association, both went to the old house. They were both cold faced, and there was a smell of gunpowder brewing between them.

"Hu, I'll tell you. Zhang Yuanyuan is mine. My father has bought another piece of land in the south of the city. Do you know how much the land costs? 30 million. "

Xu Zhitian, the young master of Tianxiang department store, took a cold look at Hu's translation beside him and said coldly and haughtily.

”Hum. "Hu Wen snorted with disdain, then said carelessly," how about 30 million? Who is Zhang Yuanyuan? That's gold branch and jade leaf. Do you think she will be as vulgar as you? Will she look after the money like dirt? I tell you, No. I can read Tang poetry at the age of three and chant a hundred family names at the age of four. When I was five years old, I read les miserables. By the way, do you know whose book les miserables is

Xu Zhitian laughs and says, "your mother is very proud. Can you read Tang poetry at the age of three? I tell you, I saw the hardcover version of Jin Ping Mei when I was three years old. Well, is it more than you

Two people come all the way, all the way to the mouth. In momentum, no one loses to anyone.

One is the rich second generation with tens of millions of wealth. One is a literary youth, the son of the president of the writers' Association. They are the two young masters who have been pursuing Zhang Yuanyuan for a long time.

If put in the past, two people are self-esteem. For Zhang Yuanyuan, a swan, I dare not even think about it. However, today is different from the past. Zhang Yuanyuan's father, Zhang Weimin, passed away, and her previous life experience and prestige have plummeted. Therefore, these childe brothers can think about it.

Moreover, they are confident that they have the right to pursue and own Zhang Yuanyuan.

Zhang Yuanyuan is also worthy of being crazy for her, studying abroad and returning from abroad. In their own momentum and self-cultivation, are superior. In addition, Zhang Yuanyuan has a pretty face, which is absolutely a first-class beauty. She is as graceful as a willow and beautiful as a flower. If you can spend the night on such a woman, then you are willing to be a ghost.

Finally, Zhang Yuanyuan is Zhang Weimin's daughter. Once you get Zhang Yuanyuan's favor, you can get Zhang Yuanyuan's father's support. Then, the future is limitless.

Therefore, this golden phoenix has made all the young brothers of Jianghai crazy.

Of course, there are also rumors that Zhang Yuanyuan is a Xiaoyi woman. However, today's Xiao Yi flees with fear of sin, and the mud Bodhisattva crosses the river. It's not enough to worry about that. In addition, to say the least. As long as Zhang Yuanyuan is soaked as soon as possible, the raw rice will be cooked. So, what can you do for me?Xu Zhitian and Hu Zhitian entered the old house, but they did not enter any more. These days, he rashly enters Zhang Yuanyuan's room. They were all scolded by Zhang Yuanyuan one by one, and then all the cups, bowls and chopsticks were thrown up. When they came out, they were black and blue.

Xu Zhitian coughed twice, then looked up and yelled, "Miss Zhang, I'm Xu Zhitian, the young master of Tianxiang department store. Today, visit again. I know Miss Zhang is upset and upset recently. However, in recent days, my father happened to buy a piece of land in the south of the city. Land is not expensive, just 30 million. I want to ask Miss Zhang, if you like. I would like to plant the chrysanthemum that Miss Zhang likes on that field. And then a villa in the middle. After that, I watched the sunset and sunrise with Miss Zhang and the chrysanthemum blossoming. "

Zhang Yuanyuan, who was hugging Xiao Yi tightly in the room, immediately turned red.

"What's the matter?" Xiao Yi's face a shout, the opening cold voice asks a way.

"During this period of time, people may think that I am easy to bully because of my declining family background. Every day, some dogs and cats come to show their hospitality, just to get me, and then to get the support of my father's students. " Zhang Yuanyuan's voice expressed a sense of loss: "if my father had been alive before. How dare these dogs and cats be so rampant? "

"It seems that there is no tiger in the mountain, and the monkey is called overlord." There was a cold light in Xiao Yi's eyes, and he said coldly: "I've been away for a few days, and all of them are lawless in the river and sea. Even if you don't look at your father's face, do they dare to rob me of my Xiaoyi woman? One by one, I don't know how much weight I have. I really don't know whether I live or die... "

When Xiao Yi was angry inside the house, Hu Wenwen outside the door gave a cold hum and said, "thirty million, plus a few chrysanthemums. So, you think you can get Miss Zhang's favor? Do you think your 30 million chips are big or your chrysanthemum chips are big. Hum, do you think your chrysanthemum is still so valuable? Don't be here. It's so vulgar. Look at the Parthenocissus outside the old house. What an artistic scene. You stink of copper, you taint the meaning here. "

"Meaning your mother." Xu Zhitian is a dandy and often likes to use rude language. Suddenly, he was furious and began to roar: "I'll go to your mother's artistic conception, I'll go to your mother's copper smell. You are such a hypocritical sour scholar who thinks you are full of wisdom. But am I talking about your goddamn chrysanthemum? "

"Which chrysanthemum is that? Could you give me a good introduction?" Hu refused to budge and began to ask.

Xu Zhitian shook his head and said, "I know chrysanthemum is not a flower in your eyes. It's like when you hear the waves, you can't think of the sea now. But here, I am a chrysanthemum. Laozi is rich, planting thousands of chrysanthemums. What can you do to me? At that time, Miss Zhang and I will walk hand in hand among the chrysanthemums. I'm so angry with you, sour scholar... "

Seeing Xu Zhitian's eloquence, Hu finally gave a cold hum. Then he raised his head to Zhang Yuanyuan in the room and said in a loud voice, "Miss Zhang, I'm Hu from the municipal writers' Association. A few days ago, I was lucky to meet you at the corner. Since these days, I have been dreaming. Write a poem for Miss Zhang. "

Then Hu stood at the door of the old house. After clearing his throat, he coughed twice. Finally, he wandered back to the door of the old house and read: "this poem is called" whose hormone is flying tonight. "

Hu's translation finally read out the poem with great energy and full of emotion:

it's sunny tonight, flying with hormones. Your soft skin is like my sad mood. In the smile of God, I walk. In October, I have no choice. In the night after many years, you hide your face and cry, the lamp of youth Who is in heaven, who is in hell, who has been looking for you in his young dream

After reading the poem, Hu's translation immediately winked at Xu Zhitian, with a great air. Hold your head high, quietly waiting for the appearance of Zhang Yuanyuan.

Hu's translation thinks that this poem is extremely brilliant and forceful. So he began to fantasize in his mind. On a sunny night, Zhang Yuanyuan walked. Out of the old house, Zhang Yuanyuan's soft skin dances with her hormones.

Even Hu's translation began to imagine. Zhang Yuanyuan, who was deeply moved by her poem, came out of the room. Do you want to open a house with yourself, or do you want to experience another passion in the sorghum field?