Chapter 732 Crazy criticizes the beauty for taking the villain’s script 62

Su Qing'an only glanced at it, and then asked lightly: "Why are you still here?"

She seemed very surprised and surprised that he appeared here.

Cen Zhou was stunned for a while, chewing on her words, and then asked with some confusion: "Shouldn't I be here?"

"The day before yesterday... was April 16th."

Su Qing settled down for a moment: "Oh." Her face was still calm, and she turned her head and said to Nie Chengye, "Go to the study and wait for me. I'll say a few words and then go over."

Nie Chengye stood very close to Su Qing'an: "It won't take much time, I'd better wait for you here."

A look of fire that was like cold lightning suddenly struck Nie Chengye, with a fierce voice!

"What do you think about the matter between me and Su Qing'an?"

Nie Chengye's expression changed slightly and he looked at Cen Zhou. A half-smile appeared on his face quickly: "I have known the princess for ten years, but you have only known Qing'an for a mere year. Who do you think I am?"

"Nie Chengye." Su Qingan said in a gentle tone, "Go to the study."

Although Nie Chengye was a little unwilling, he finally gave Su Qing'an face and softened his expression: "Okay, then you should come here early. There is no need to waste time on irrelevant people."

Su Qingan didn't respond to him.

Nie Chengye took two steps forward, suddenly turned around, and as if he remembered something, he smiled and spoke to Su Qing'an, leaning a little closer without deliberately lowering his voice.

"Princess, this Ganmei Temple wine is very good. Since you said you like it, I will send two jars to your house the next day."

A sneer appeared on Cen Zhou's lips.

Su Qing'an knew very well what Nie Chengye was thinking, and she also knew that Cen Zhou's gaze fell on them and his expression was indifferent.

Nie Chengye turned around and left, the smile on his face faded, relying on what Cen Zhou did the night Su Qingan died in his previous life.

He will never give up his beloved to the other party.

She and Cen Zhou were the only two people left in this courtyard.

The dull and harsh thunder echoed in the sky, and the courtyard was shaken by wind and rain. Once all the peach blossoms were rolled off the soil, they fell individually in front of and behind them, unwilling to go back.

The night is getting darker and darker.

Su Qing'an held a smoky blue oil-paper umbrella and looked at the figure opposite with indifferent eyes: "Go ahead."

The health-preserving pot followed Su Qing'an tremblingly, with a pale face and an angry voice: "Don't talk nonsense! What do you want to do! The blackening value is not a joke! You can't irritate him anymore!"

Su Qing Anquan pretended not to have heard what Qi Lou said.

Cen Zhou could feel the subtle change in Su Qing'an's attitude, but he didn't understand why. The rain blurred his vision. He blinked, and the raindrops rolled down from his eyelashes, reflecting the woman.

's face.

The young man grasped the wooden hairpin in his sleeve tightly. No matter how white his finger bones were, he was not willing to damage the hairpin at all. He tried to restrain himself and asked in a calm tone, with a hoarse voice: "Where have you been for the past three days?"

What he wanted to say was that he was worried about her and wanted to see her.

Cen Zhou always suffered a lot because of his poor words.

"That's it? Just relaxing in the countryside for a few days."

Su Qing'an's spirits were low and she didn't even bother to give him an excuse.

While he didn't eat or drink for three days, waiting for her from full of joy to disappointment, she was drinking and having fun with others.

Nothing happened to her, she was just too lazy to see him.

So there wasn't even a single transmission.

Even if she was questioned face to face at this time, Su Qing'an had no intention of explaining. She passed over the young man and said, "I'll leave if I don't have anything important to do."

"You asked me before if I love you -" Cen Zhou stopped her in her tracks, his tone even a little anxious.

The urgent voice cut through the sound of rain, and every word was filled with beating sincerity.

This heart was warmly held in front of Su Qing'an.

"I think." The answer that had been swirling in his heart for a year was not as difficult as he imagined at the moment he said it. Cen Zhou didn't care about anything else and looked at her with firm eyes, "It's love."

Su Qing'an stopped and looked at his face expressionlessly. What appeared in front of her eyes was the scene of palace changes in the previous life, and him aiming an arrow at her.

Whenever she sees this face now, she will be reminded of his betrayal, and even the love in his eyes will make her feel sick.

At this moment, he smiled strangely at her, his eyes like stars on the Xiangshui River.

"This is a one-year agreement between us. I am willing to admit defeat. I will admit defeat."

——"If I cannot make you stay in the Princess Mansion willingly in one year, we will not see each other for decades to come."

These were the words spoken by Su Qingan herself a year ago.

At that time, the young man was cold and resistant, but now his eyes are full of sincerity.

Su Qing'an suddenly laughed, her heart hurt so much that it made her go crazy.

Cen Zhou didn't love her in the last life, so what if he helped Su Ziheng kill her? It was just the last life, and now everything is different. It would be useless for her to convince herself like this.

What disgusts her is not that Cen Zhou kills her. He can take revenge on her at any time if he wants, and she is not afraid of dying in his hands. What disgusts her is that he is standing with Su Ziheng, with Su Mohuan behind him.

Really, it's quite shocking.

"Is there any more?" Su Qingan asked.

"This hairpin -" It was a very cold day, but Cen Zhou's palms were sweating. He took out the mahogany hairpin that he had kept secretly for a long time, handed it to Su Qing'an, said seriously and cherished it, "give it to the princess."

A sigh fell.

"Cen Zhou, Cen Zhou, why are you so lacking in love?"

Su Qing'an took the hairpin in his stunned eyes. She could see that the corners were still somewhat rough, but the carvings were beautiful enough. Her pale fingertips touched the hairpin body inch by inch, and then——

Su Qingan let go of her hand and threw it to the ground!

At the same time, a sincere heart was broken.

She has an extreme and morbid temperament and cannot let go.

This thorn pierced her heart, like a knife. Whether it was pulled out or not, blood dripped.

Listening to the sound of the mahogany hairpin hitting the ground and rolling into the quagmire, Su Qing'an didn't feel much vindictive pleasure in her heart.

"It's just for fun, why take it seriously."

Cen Zhou's breath froze and his mind went blank. He stared blankly at the hairpin that fell to the ground. It was difficult for him to understand what was going on with his normally calm mind. It took him a long while to find his voice and asked an almost difficult and absurd question.

:"What's the meaning?"

"The bet is over, haven't you always wanted to leave? I'll help you." Su Qing'an walked past him with a cold tone, "From now on, we will never meet again, life or death!"

——"Warning! The target of the redemption mission has a blackening value of 87!!"

The value that had been stable for a year was about to decline. At a certain moment, it fluctuated wildly, just like the trend of a steep cliff, soaring, soaring!

Cen Zhou grabbed the woman's slender wrist with force and blocked it in front of her, with veins popping out on his fingers.

The umbrella rolled to the side, unmoved at all.

The heavy downpour hit my head and dripped down the side of my face, which made me look miserable. My back was stiff and straight, like a bow that could break at any time.
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