Chapter 329: The Shura Field of the Wealthy Wife (45)
Sheng Jinghua didn't care, and continued: "Because, that's not the first time we've done this. Young Marshal Qi doesn't know, Chi Yue and I have been dating for almost half a year. ”
The young officer's beautiful and clear eyes were stunned, his pupils shrank a little, and he raised his eyes unkindly, staring at the elegant man in front of him, "Sheng Jinghua, you spoke before your brain." ”
The low magnetic and clear voice has a bit of obvious killing intent.
Sheng Jinghua smiled: "Young Marshal Qi doesn't believe it? ”
"It doesn't matter if you don't believe it, you just need to send your men to check it out a little and you'll find out...... The wife you held in the palm of your hand, how did she take revenge on you before. ”
As if the excitement of these words was not enough, Sheng Jinghua added, "Chi Yue is really without conscience, her lover, but I am not the only one......"
Before Sheng Jinghua finished speaking.
The young officer standing across from him, the string of reason in his mind snapped, and his snow-white fingers nimbly pulled out the gun pinned to his waist, and then raised it.
Load, pull the trigger.
aimed at the man opposite.
Qi Yan's marksmanship is very accurate, but this time when he was aiming, somehow, he shook his hand and missed the shot.
The gun went off, a blood flower bloomed in Sheng Jinghua's chest, he covered his wound and slowly fell, those peach blossom eyes stared at Qi Yan quietly, and spit out a firm word.
"Qi Yan, you don't dare to kill me. Because of her, you don't dare to kill me......"
The words were like a spell hovering in his mind.
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A few days passed.
Qi Yan still didn't find Fu Yue, which also made his temper more and more cloudy day by day.
He did a very willful thing, tore the apparent peace with the Sheng family, and set out to attack Sheng Jinghua's industry.
Even if you hurt a thousand enemies, you will lose 800 yourself.
Fu Yue on the other side.
She went to school for several days and lived a peaceful life in the days before the storm.
Because it is an aristocratic school, the dormitory allocated by the school is very high-end, with exquisite decoration and single rooms, Fu Yue is very satisfied with this, and you don't have to avoid roommates when you take a shower and change clothes.
During class.
Fu Yue stared at the blackboard boredly, biting the pen in a daze. The school during the Republic of China was nothing more than learning some ancient writing, as well as foreign languages. These things, unfortunately, she will.
The young man's beautiful eyebrows and eyes were wanton, and the shirt of the partial school uniform was buttoned to the top to cover the white neck.
Many female students sitting in the back row whispered while looking at Fu Yue, "Who is this, is that Su Xingchen, how do you feel a little different from before?" ”
"Yes, it's really different, although I knew that he was good-looking, but he wasn't so amazing......"
After class, Sheng Ze, who had stopped for several days, came to Su Xingchen again with a swagger, which is now Fu Yue.
After class, Fu Yue was collecting things alone, and her lowered eyebrows and eyelashes were very long, which made people unconsciously fall their eyes on her.
Sheng Ze walked over, raised his hand and patted Fu Yue's back, and said with a hippie smile: "Su Xingchen, master, I'm looking for you again." Let's go play! ”
Fu Yue raised his eyes and glanced at Sheng Ze lightly, raised his hand to slap his claws off, and said quietly: "Don't move your hands and feet." ”
A cold beautiful boy.
Sheng Ze looked at her twice and said in surprise: "Su Xingchen, did you take the wrong medicine?" ”
Fu Yue looked at him coldly, didn't speak, and continued to close the table.