My Wife is a Beautiful CEO

The classical buildings in the Edo period were scattered, and Yang Chen searched for the figure, and after passing through two narrow alleys, in front was a garden surrounded by walls.

Because it is winter, most of the vegetation has withered, and the red and yellow leaves withered on the tiles and slabs that have gone through the years, and some branches are exposed on the mottled courtyard wall.

Several old trees with wide and round heads are widely planted in the yard in the evergreen season. They are carefully trimmed to make them look like the only greenery in winter.

There are no other tourists on the bluestone trail in front of the courtyard, but I don't know if it's a non-scenic area or just nobody.

What made Yang Chen's heart surge was that he didn't lose it this time!

I saw the figure in the aqua blue skirt, pushed open a wooden door in the courtyard, and walked in quietly.

Yang Chen immediately came to the door. The iron bar on this wooden door, which is not known for many years, has been stained with rust, but the thick texture and the dark wood make people feel an ancient nobility. The stately home.

When he realized that the person he wanted to meet might be inside, at a short distance, Yang Chen suddenly hesitated.

Pausing at the door, Yang Chen clenched his hands into fists, taking a deep breath before slowly pushing the door open.

It is an artificial rockery and gurgling flowing water in the courtyard. The flowing water should be non-frozen all year round and trickle into a small pool.Around the pond, there are dense but long-term pruned plants nestled around an ancient house.

The beautiful design without losing the atmosphere, you can feel the majesty of the ancient shogun in the quiet.

But all this has no appeal in Yang Chen's eyes, because Yang Chen's eyes have been locked in the aisle in front of the mansion opposite from the door.

The skirt angle is flying, the bare feet of a pair of snow races are looming, and Tingting is like a cold plum, and a piece of green silk brushes the face in the cold wind, as always cold and quiet.

In her eyes, there was still no trace of waves.

The long-lost face, the long-lost posture, and the long-lost breath made Yang Chen stand on the spot for a time, and his brain was blank.

Immediately following, too many complicated pictures, like the turbulent Hai Tao, instantly made Yang Chen fall into the past

In the icy and snowy ground, there are cypresses buried in snow all the year round, and the gloomy sky is sprinkled with goose feathers and snow.

A teenager in a hard suit covered an arm that was pouring Yin Hong's blood, leaning against a towering tree, and on the snow in front of his heels, a large piece of blood was stained with blood.

The teenager's lips were pale and his face was blue, and there was only a vicious and sharp momentum condensed in his eyes, but the excessive blood loss and the extreme cold of the temperature, coupled with a full three days of exhausting fighting, was finally difficult. Support it.

The expansive snow forest can occasionally hear the howling of the snow wolf.

At this time, dozens of soldiers wearing snow-colored cloaks, armed with heavy guns, drove two armored vehicles over the mountains and stopped on a small high slope not far away.

The teenager recognized that this is one of the enemies who encircled and suppressed himself. The Nordic secretly trained Snow Fox special forces, who fought in the snow forests and snow mountains all year round, are better than anyone at fighting in the snow.

"Snow Fox." Leaping the armored car in an orderly manner, the bullets were loaded, and the carpet-like search began in the jungle with a swift but extremely complicated running method.

The teenager exhaled a white mist, and the scarlet eyes appeared again.

This was already the fifteenth wave of enemies he met. The previous fourteen waves of enemies were all killed by him alone, but he finally suffered a lot of injuries.

After the other party ’s bullets have been specially treated, the wounds are difficult to heal quickly, and even the scab is extremely difficult. The blood continuously flows out, which also means that the physical energy continues to pass and the vitality is gradually lost.

However, he did not want to die!

In the sleeve of the teenager, a long blade of Sen Han slipped into the palm of his hand, and he had only this weapon left!

At this moment, the Snow Fox soldier who was closest to him not far away suddenly snorted!

The soldier's neck was cut open by a sharp weapon, blood spattered, and fell into the snow!

From behind, a slim girl appeared. The girl was wrapped in tight-fitting snow camouflage clothes, with only a long black hair, which looked so dazzling in the snow!

Not waiting for other Snow Fox troops to attack the girl, the girl has borrowed a lot of trees around, and the lightning generally surrounds it continuously.

From time to time, the short blade in his hand can always take a splendid blood in the throat of a soldier, as charming as a dance of death but deadly!

When a small group of snow foxes were all wiped out by the girl, the girl walked to the teenager, without a word, regardless of the boy's intention, he pulled the boy's hands over, bent down, and carried the boy back.

"Aren't you gone, why come back?" The boy's arm still bleeds blood, slowly soaking in front of the girl's chest.

The girl ran fast, but without panting, she replied coldly and emotionlessly: "Come back to save you."

"This time after I am in charge, this is the task, you don't need to save me.".

"You saved me in the rain forest, I will give you back." Said the girl.

The corner of the teenager's mouth slightly raised, "You let me use it to vent, I let you live, that's a deal."

"Yes, that's a fair deal, but I still owe you something."

"what?"

"You told me that I can still trust others, at least I can trust you."

The girl's voice is very weak, as always cold, in the snowy field, like flying fluff in the wind.

Midsummer night.

The jammed traffic trails and the hustle and bustle of the traffic lights make every pedestrian look impetuous.

On the rooftop of a five-story small building, the young man was holding inferior tobacco in the corner of his mouth, and looked at the smoky streets with dizzy eyes. Is another world.

The teenager had just learned how to smoke for a short time, but soon fell in love with this feeling. Hot gas poured into the lung cavity, allowing him to wake up in a short time and feel his presence.

Suddenly, a ghostly figure fell onto the rooftop and slowly walked towards the teenager.

The teenager turned around and looked at the girl in a water-blue dress, the fluttering blue silk girl, the pretty and mature face, but like a lifeless puppet.

"Have you seen your mother?" The teenager asked with a smile.

"See you," the girl replied lightly.

"Yeah, after so long and painstaking searches, I finally found you." The teenager asked curiously: "Tell you your real name? Would your real name be seventeen?"

There was no emotion in the seventeen eyes, looking at the dim sky in the far room, saying, "I don't have a name, and I killed her."

"Who?"

"The woman who gave birth to me." Seventeen said.

The teenager coughed a few times, and Gein was choked with these words, and asked with some wonder: "How could you find your mother, how could you kill her?"

Seventeen replied quietly: "She is the one, she was doing business when I found her. I asked her who my father was, and she said that she had so many guests every day, I don't remember. She said that because some people liked It cost me a lot of money to play with pregnant women before I was left. But she did n’t have enough money to spend, so she did n’t want me and threw me directly to the side of the road, so she did n’t take her name.

She asked me if I had any money. I said no. She said whether she would do that kind of business with her. She was old and wanted me to make money to support her."

The teenager brushed off the dust and was silent for a while, "Don't you feel hasty?"

"She is alive, it is more appropriate to die, at least don't worry about money, don't worry about getting old, you should be happier than alive. You know, I will kill, there will be no pain." The teenager burned half of the cigarette butt in his hand, and a cold flash of light flashed in his eyes, "I tell you, thirteen, don't smoke this kind of thing in front of me, I hate seeing you like this!"

After talking, the girl turned and left, just a moment of turning around, a trace of crystal fell down.

Seeing the ghost-like figure dissipating in the night sky, Thirteen tilted his head and smiled, then took out a cigarette from the pocket of his clothes and lit it.

"Silly girl, you hate it, and it's better than nothing."