Chapter 897 The Cultivation of a Schoolmaster Male God (47)

  Yuanqian dragged his tired body into the villa.

   Just stepped in the door.

  She felt bursts of coldness.

  Glanced casually.

   Looks the same as usual.

  A servant saw her, as if seeing a life-saving straw.

   "Miss, Master Chu, he..."

  He... obviously didn't do anything, but the cold air exuding from his body alone was enough to make them nearly collapse.

   Never seen a man with such a strong aura.

  You are young, but you have an unusual aura, like Shura in the dark night.

   Yuan Qian realized something.

   Before the servant continued to speak, he had already rushed to the door of Chu Ci's room.

   At a glance.

   Then he saw Chu Ci sitting motionless at the end of the bed.

  The whole body exudes endless loneliness and sadness, as well as a frightening coldness.

   She sighed slightly.

   I saw the meals next to him again.

   My heart tightened.

  He raised his hand and closed the door.

   Walking slowly to Chu Ci, he raised his hand and stroked his hair.

"I'm back."

  The melodious voice fell in Chu Ci's ears.

  He raised his empty eyes and looked at Yuanqian.

  Suddenly.

  The jet-black pupils were finally no longer empty, and were stained with a bit of gloom.

   Yuanqian caught his expression in his eyes.

  The movement of the hand froze.

   Eyes full of distress.

  However, the next moment.

  Chu Ci waved Yuanqian away.

   "Aren't you leaving? Since everything is more important than me in your eyes, then leave me alone."

   A voice full of anger, mixed with a strong smell of vinegar.

  As soon as he opened his eyes, he couldn't see her.

  Everything you say about loving him is a lie!

  In her eyes, any matter is more important than him.

  Yuanqian's complexion changed.

  She stared at Chu Ci for three seconds, seeing his thoughts thoroughly, and she suddenly said firmly, "Are you sure you want me to leave you alone?"

  When Chu Ci heard the words, his eyes became more and more gloomy.

  But holding his breath, Yuan Qian didn't answer.

  So, Yuanqian deliberately misinterpreted his meaning.

  Turning around, he pushed open the door without looking back, and with a sound of "snap!", he closed the door heavily again.

   Chu Ci lowered his head, let go of the coldness all over his body, raised his eyes and looked at the door a little at a loss.

  The person standing there actually left.

  Only the faint fragrance in the air reminded him that it was not an illusion.

  The originally empty atrium was just filled, and then it was peeled off in an instant, and the whole heart was almost dripping with blood.

  His hands hanging on the big bed tightened tightly.

   She came to provoke him first.

  Why did you provoke him and take his heart away, and now you want to leave in a cool way?

How can you do this?

  Chu Ci's heart was full of anger, as well as uncontrollable grievances.

  When he is unhappy, she will coax him.

  When he was sick, she would also comfort him.

  At that time, he was everything to her.

  Now he doesn't eat or drink, and waits impatiently for her to come back, but she gets into trouble with him and doesn't care about him...

  Chu Ci turned cold, stood up abruptly, and a burst of dizziness followed.

  He squeezed the space between his brows, got up and opened the door, and entered the next room. His mind was not sober, but he subconsciously locked the door behind him.

   Without his permission, she is not allowed to go anywhere!

  Don't even think about leaving him!

  Even in the ends of the earth, she can only be his!

  It was daytime, but the room was dark, perhaps because the blackout curtains were drawn.

  Look over at a glance.

   Vaguely, Chu Ci saw that familiar figure sitting at the end of the bed, and he felt his heart tighten.

  (end of this chapter)