Liu Zhenying also liked it very much.

She happily took the banner in her hand and played with it: "I will hang this in the bedroom when I get back."

"You like..."

"The Destined One?"

Before Mr. Guan finished speaking, Liu Zhenying caught a glimpse of an extraordinarily slender and unruly figure.

Qu Xiaojue stood a few meters away, half leaning on a tree trunk and smoking. The top three buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, exposing his bronzed chest, and his movements were too obvious with a rough and unruly look.

He was expressionless at this time, and the people around him chattered a lot, so he just answered a few words lightly.

Liu Zhenying came over happily holding the banner, looking up with a smile: "Why are you here? Your face looks a bit..."

"Why am I here? What does it have to do with you?"

The unceremonious voice caused her to stop abruptly mid-sentence.

She is usually a little slow to react, and she doesn't quite understand the roundabout curses used in upper class society.

But no matter how stupid she was, she could still clearly sense the boredom in Qu Xiaojue's words.

Liu Zhenying pursed his lips in confusion and tilted his head: "Who made you unhappy?"

"No one else, I always speak with this kind of virtue."

Qu Xiaojue glanced sideways, looking at his appearance reflected in those black and white apricot eyes, and sneered.

"If you feel unhappy, just get out of here and don't come near me every day with the excuse of being a destined person." He deliberately sprayed the smoke on her face and said in a cold voice: "As if another person is your destiny.

My husband, you can risk your life for him, just like annoying me for nothing."

Liu Zhenying had never smoked before. After choking, he tilted his head and coughed.

Her eyes were physiologically moist, and she flattened her mouth, feeling quite aggrieved.

It was obvious that she had just come over to talk to him.

She didn't provoke him either.

Holding the banner, Liu Zhenying was silent for a few seconds, and responded: "Oh, then I won't bother you...you should smoke less. Master said that smoking is not good, and I don't want to be a widow early."

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"Liu Zhenying."

Qu Xiaojue frowned, his dark and hot eyes seemed to be able to see right through her, and the cigarette on his fingertips flickered out.

Even in front of other people, he sneered unceremoniously: "I haven't seen you for a few days, and you are still so delusional."

"I never seem to agree with you pursuing me, let alone the so-called destiny. If you still hold such nonsense thoughts, I advise you..." With the gloomy and dry smell of tobacco on his body, he leaned down slightly,

One word at a time: "It's better to give up on this idea as soon as possible."

I don’t know whether Liu Zhenying understood it or not.

She just raised her face, her almond-shaped eyes were red and slightly moist, and she looked like...

He looked completely aggrieved.

Qu Xiaojue looked at it with cold eyes. For some reason, he couldn't help but feel a soft feeling in his heart.

Narrowing his eyes, he held the cigarette harder: "You..."

"But you already like me."

"What?"

Qu Xiaojue almost dropped the cigarette from his fingertips.

His breathing became heavier, his eyes were locked on her face, and he asked with a bit of compulsion: "Who do I like?"

"Me."

Liu Zhenying pointed at himself.

She didn't have any mood swings. Instead, she pursed her lips quite naturally: "I watched your Hongxing Luan move. It didn't take long. Calculating, it should have started from the time I appeared."

Liu Zhenying thinks this is normal.
Chapter completed!