School Grass - William Castle

Chapter 107 Mermaid's Beautiful Bubble (1)
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When Hua Xiaoyi took great pains to put 897 roses at the gate of the prince's villa until she walked away.


Jin Qiaohui appeared unexpectedly.


Jin Qiaohui took out a beautiful ribbon to wrap the roses, then generously held the newly decorated bouquet, and swaggered into the door.


The servants in the villa just woke up from their hazy morning sleep, and they were all amazed at this woman with flowers in her hands and a spring-like face.


Everyone in the school spread the news—oh my god, the great news, it turned out that the person who kept sending roses to Prince An Yuxi was the school belle Jin Qiaohui!She really has perseverance and resilience. Jin Qiaohui's unswerving love until death will definitely move God!

When Jin Qiaohui presented a large bouquet of roses to An Yuxi, An Yuxi accepted it and said thank you. He smiled coldly and said a word - the most wronged hand is the pianist's hand.A performance, ten fingers dancing crazily on the keys, a success, the performance was a hit, and it was not the hands that were published in the newspaper, but a face—the nose that never moved and the face that was in the performance. Shut your mouth!


She walked downstairs contentedly, and ran into An Xihao head-on.


An Xihao looked coldly and said jokingly: "You are so strong, you can persist in planting roses. What I want to ask you is, what kind of fertilizer should be applied to the roses so that they can grow stronger?"


"Although I don't have Huafei, I have poison, which can kill Hua Xiaoyi's love for An Yuxi!
Let Hua Xiaoyi follow you wholeheartedly! "


Jin Qiaohui said.


An Xihao was stunned and stunned, because Jin Qiaohui gave him a pack of medicine, and said in a low voice: "Sprinkle these pesticides on the roses, Hua Xiaoyi will give up on An Yuxi , and you can be with her openly and aboveboard. Because what I want is An Yuxi, and we each get what we get. Don't worry, I will take a good look at An Yuxi. "

An Xihao closed his lips tightly, and black tides billowed in his eyes. This crazy and surging tide gradually submerged him...


Throughout the night, he was in a state of deep insomnia.


He clutched the bag of pungent pesticides in his hands all night, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.


When you close your eyes, you will have nightmares.


He was sitting on the edge of the bed, the moonlight was pale and pale, illuminating his pale and deep facial features.


He felt that if he continued like this, he would be tortured and go crazy like a devil.


He jumped out of bed and rushed into the night.


In the middle of the night, I came to the back garden of the college. On that secluded hillside, the rosebuds were sleeping under the moonlight.


(End of this chapter)