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Xu Wanting is a standard beauty, and a beautiful woman with personality.

There are many people who pursue her, but her personality is very special. She can often turn her suitor into a buddy. Even the man who once thought about her day and night can't raise any evil desire after a period of time.

She is a woman who can drive Paramela and drop standard sports cars such as GTR and McLaren for three kilometers. How can she be crazy about her personality?

She also played motorcycles, Kawasaki and Ducati, and she could run like a professional racer as long as she rode on it. When she was wearing a motorcycle suit and a helmet, she conquered the outer ring of Dongyang City, the moment she took off her helmet was not only beautiful, but also a word that rarely reflected in women: cool.

She also thought she lived a very casual, pure and direct life.

But just today, everything she built over the past twenty years has collapsed.

Everyone else left, she stayed alone, looking at the figure in the pavilion alone.

From Chen Teng left until now, she had not shed a tear, and all her nerves had been filled with tremendous self-blame. Just now, she even began to think about what the meaning of life is? It was not about life, but about the friend who died in front of her, and what qualifications she had to live.

"Dada..."

She took steps and walked towards the top of the mountain step by step. The night wind blew her too many figures above ordinary girls, making her long hair wander restlessly, her apricot kernel-like eyes always open so much, looking at her with no sorrow or joy. The upper and lower lips were always closed and not opened. Her delicate and perky nose was even more sad and beautiful than the moonlight under the faint moonlight.

Finally walked into the pavilion.

Shang Yang was still sitting on the ground and did not get up. His upper body was covered with gauze. He heard footsteps and did not look back because he was very sensitive to the fragrance and knew who the person was.

"Tears are the cheapest antidote in the world!"

Xu Wanting finally spoke, her voice a little hoarse, and her lips kept trembling as she spoke.

She saw that Shang Yang was pretending and didn't believe that this man could cry and suffer under the gun. All the tears were just to perfunctory Uncle Jiu and to relieve himself.

Shang Yang did not respond and lit a cigarette.

Sitting on the concrete floor of the pavilion, I didn't plan to get up.

He was indeed pretending. In fact, when Shen Laojiu said, "I will give you five minutes to tell all the enemies out", he was confident that he would go back alive today and put his heart in mind. If this kind of time happens to him, he would not describe the time again, and it would be solved with one shot. Giving time is equivalent to slowing down, and there are many variables.

Tears are indeed the cheapest antidote.

He could not cry, and he was confident that he could make Shen Laojiu feel in a daze and snatch the pistol. During this period, he could also ensure his safety.

But none of them were done.

Because I know that once there is physical contact with Shen Laojiu today, this madman will definitely bite himself to death. The current environment no longer allows him to offend such an enemy. As long as he can be told in the end, he may not be able to turn enemies into friends and turn resistance into help.

"You left a few drops of crocodile tears, and wanted to move Uncle Jiu. You may still think in your heart that he has no children, and you will give him a care for his old age and the family property is yours!"

Xu Wanting's mouth is still vicious, but the viciousness before will make people laugh. Now the viciousness penetrates people's soul and adds: "No one has told you that if you are a scheming villain like you, will you die miserably!"

Shang Yang still didn't look up, sat on the ground and sucked bit by bit

It seemed that she didn't hear it, and it seemed that she had heard it, and she felt that she was not talking to her.

Turning his head and looking down at the mountain.

In fact, he did think about raising Uncle Jiu for his old age. In addition to Chen Teng's place, there is another reason that he didn't know what fatherly love was since he was a child. If Shang Yin, the fifth master of Shang, could point a gun at someone else's head for himself that day, he would kneel down without even having two heads.

But this life seems to be hard.

As for the property I really haven't thought about. After all, there is still a large amount of property waiting for me to compete for and grab, and I don't even care about it at the psychological level.

Xu Wanting lowered her head.

Staring at Shang Yang strangely.

At this moment, she was like a female ghost who had just arrived, looking at the current person curiously.

"Can you hide from the first day of the lunar month and the fifteenth day of the year? There are too many people who want to kill you. You shouldn't think about where to bury after death?"

Shang Yang used his hand to twist the cigarette butts, and the red sparks floated away and turned black.

He leaned back, lay on the ground, looking up at the top, and hadn't cried for more than ten years. He felt very comfortable crying once. Looking at her facial features, he said directly.

"Grass mud horse!"

He scolded strangely.

Xu Wanting's response was even more weird.

"hehe"

He actually laughed.

Fortunately, she was not dressed in white, otherwise she really didn't know what she was in this world full of legends of demons and monsters.

The two looked at each other.

This is either a tourist attraction or a developed fitness venue for the masses. There are no street lights at all. The woods next to it are covered with weeds. It is about to pass Jingzhe, and there will be wild snakes inside. As for the countless nameless tombs in the mountain.

If a normal person comes here in the middle of the night, he may be scared to death.

But they just looked at each other.

After a long time.

Xu Wanting finally spoke: "You are so despicable! You are the most despicable villain I have ever seen in the world!"

Shang Yang didn't care. He raised his hand and put it behind his head as a pillow, and said slowly: "If it weren't for your sudden whim, you wouldn't have gone to the villa. If you didn't go to the villa, Chen Teng wouldn't have gone to my room to discuss cooperation with me. If there was no previous thing, what happened today would have nothing to do with you. We are parallel lines and we will never intersect, but because of your sudden whim, we have contacted you."

"Not only contact, but also the life is gone."

"You should have known Uncle Jiu in the past. I haven't told you a word since he came today. How do you feel?"

Shang Yang's mouth is also very damaged, so he is very particular about speaking ugly.

These things really hit Xu Wanting's heart.

Her eyes suddenly became much deeper, and she looked at Shang Yang with her eyes wishing she could swallow him alive.

Shang Yang said again: "Do you still play with a car in the future? Will you feel a little heartbroken when you think of McLaren driving next to you? Will you feel a little guilty? When you see Uncle Jiu inadvertently, how do you face him with?"

It wasn't enough at once, so I stabbed it several times.

Xu Wanting's body trembled, and she clenched her fists with both hands. She didn't know how to deal with all these problems, let alone how to let go of them.

"Bang"

A hot stream followed by a face.

A scene that happened before my eyes always passed by my mind.

"Will Zhu Xiaoshuai pursue you? Will Wang Tao treat you as a friend? I see you just now

They don't seem to be as close as they came, right?"

Xu Wanting suddenly raised her hand and pointed at Shang Yang.

He shouted: "It's all because of you, your broom star, disaster star. If you didn't drive a broken car and turn on the road, all this wouldn't have happened, it's all because of you!"

Shang Yang is even more bachelor and doesn't care.

"Just want to find a reason to excuse yourself? Actually, you know very well that it is all because of you, just to transfer the conflict to me. By the way, what does it feel like when Uncle Jiu pointed a gun at my head just now? Are you thinking about letting him shoot? As long as he feels comfortable, you will feel a little better?"

"Grass mud horse!"

Xu Wanting finally couldn't stand his insults and cursed her, because she really didn't know how she should take responsibility. As she spoke, she rushed down at Shang Yang like crazy, imitating the fighting of a shrew on TV, rode on Shang Yang, and kept slapping her head with both hands.

"Swish"

Shang Yang was not sympathetic at all. He grabbed her slender wrist with both hands, stared at her and scolded, "What the hell do you have to hit me?"

"Pooh"

Xu Wanting spitted on Shang Yang's face and scolded viciously: "You bitch, villain!"

"Do I have you?"

Shang Yang asked back.

"Pooh"

Xu Wanting couldn't move her hands and could only use this trick.

Shang Yang closed his eyes, opened it suddenly, stared at her, suddenly sat up from the ground, let go of his right hand, hugged her waist, opened his bloody mouth and bit her mouth without warning. Just as he entered his mouth, a salty smell poured into his mouth. Xu Wanting wanted to struggle, but was locked by one hand and hugged the back of her head with the other hand.

She tried hard to stand up on her legs, but it was fruitless.

She slapped Shang Yang with both hands, but it was fruitless.

Finally, the one who has been stolen has to go down, and you can clearly feel your lips being bitten.

But in just over a dozen seconds, both of them gave up on each other's hurt and became much gentler. Xu Wanting's hands no longer slapped her, but hugged her back firmly.

Shang Yang no longer let her sit on his lap, but instead pushed her forward with all his body, pressing her on the ground as a mat, and their bodies were tightly pressed together.

The night, the top of the mountain, the pavilion, the woods, the night wind, the moonlight.

The beauty of all these things is not as good as the two vague shadows in the pavilion at this moment, without dialogue or communication.

But this mountain that can overlook the lights of thousands of families in Huidong is no longer silent.

One minute.

Five minutes.
To be continued...