"You... Say it again! Knowing eyes, staring at her unswervingly, as if to see through her clear water eyes, through her thoughts, his voice was extremely hoarse.

The double pupils cut the water, the Yingying fluctuated, refracting the fine brilliance, very beautiful, but it made him fall into the abyss.

From her eyes, he couldn't see a trace of lying against his will, it turned out that in her mind, he was a cruel and ruthless man...

Huang Xinying said without much hesitation in his complicated eyes: "Isn't this what you want?" And I... It's just cooperating with you. ”

As her words came out, Ye Hanyu's black eyes were bloodshot, and the murderous claws slowly moved to her white neck, a very thin and long section, and the middle finger was connected to the tiger's mouth, as long as he used a little force, it would break into two in his hand.

Huang Xinying looked at him calmly, it didn't look like a thing, and there was no threat to her life at all, "I'm annoyed and angry, so I want to kill people?" Scold! It's really worthy of the style of the young master of the night. ”

The words of ridicule and ridicule, Chi Guoguo's was like a ruthless sharp knife with cold light, stabbing him in the heart, but he didn't seem to feel the pain anymore, maybe it was too painful, so he was numb...

"Could it be that in your eyes, I am such a person?"

"Isn't it?" She asked rhetorically.

Ye Hanyu lowered his eyelids slightly, his eyelashes, which were as black as a small fan and splashed with ink, covered the injuries in his eyes, and the indifferent corners of his lips slightly evoked a touch of bitter self-deprecation.

He withdrew the hand that was holding her, turned around lonely, and glanced sideways at her with eyes that didn't show any emotion.

He didn't want to quarrel with her, and he wanted to talk to her in a peaceful mood, but every time he couldn't say two words, he began to argue again.

If they continue to stay, it will only worsen the relationship between the two.

So, he had to leave first.

Huang Xinying watched him leave lightly, under the seemingly indifferent surface, the tip of his heart kept throbbing, until his back completely disappeared from her sight, and the layer of camouflage on his face was removed, and finally made him angry, happy, right?

The gloomy sadness spread on her face, and after cleaning up all the emotions that she shouldn't have, Huang Xinying returned to focusing on cooking lunch.

On the other side, Ye Hanyu, who was so angry with Huang Xinying that he was about to have a myocardial infarction, rushed upstairs with a tiger.

kicked open the door, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, he raised his foot, just wanted to take the dead thing that was in the way of the eyes, venting his anger, I don't know what he thought, the long legs that stopped in mid-air, and finally, he put it down aggrievedly.

The footsteps turned in one direction and walked towards the window.

The open panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, at a glance, just saw the ocean behind the villa, the blue sea as far as the eye can see, the calm and waveless sea level, the sun reflects the dazzling starlight, like countless diamonds that sparkle dazzlingly.

The gaze fell on the huge garden, and the mood became even more gloomy and desolate.

The spectacular scenery that was once full of spring is now overgrown with grass...

The aggressive and sharp eyes gradually covered with a layer of white mist, like a transparent mirror, reflecting all kinds of emotions buried in the depths of the heart, loss, sadness, sadness, overwhelmed...

As soon as he met her, his temper began to change, always different from what he imagined, and he also wanted to talk to her kindly, but when he thought of the scene when he was abandoned by her, an emotion called inferiority complex began to climb to the bottom of his heart.

He was afraid that if he kept his voice down, he would invite her to refuse again.

Angzang's figure, like a mountain that stands tall, stands straight there, letting the wind blowing from the sea in the distance wantonly ruffle the fine hair on his forehead.