Campus belle's cultivation master

Xue Yuwei was wearing a small white dress. Her waist was thin and soft, her shoulders were white and tender as jade, and her big black and white eyes were smart.

She stood there, as if the lights of the whole banquet hall were revolving around her. Rao Shi Lin Yu's heart was as iron as iron, and he couldn't help but be absent-minded for a moment.

Lin Yu suddenly felt that it would be too crude to use the words "beautiful" and "beautiful" to describe the girl in front of him

"Why are you here?" Xue Yuwei words just export, as if suddenly thought of what, bright eyes instant dark.

She glanced away, pursed her mouth and asked: "did Miss Lu bring you in?"

Lin Yu saw that she was secretly jealous of her lovely appearance. There was a trace of warmth in her heart.

Perhaps the previous life has experienced too long desolation, this life can be put in the heart of a girl, the heart of the mind, can be described as worthy of this life.

"If I ask you something, why don't I talk to you?" Xue Yuwei took a small step forward, pretending to casually put a wisp of broken hair behind her ears to hide her embarrassment.

She and Lin Yu looked at each other's dark pupils. She suddenly remembered the recent rumors about them in the alumni circle. She could not help blushing.

"Have you heard the gossip outside? Others also rumored that we lived together... "She gave a stuffy" hum ", and her tone was filled with a touch of anger," but you are always missing. I don't even know where you are... "

"I haven't been out recently. I'm going home next week." Lin Yu gave a wry smile and said, "what about you? Why are you here? "

"I came with my parents. They were invited to the party and wanted me to see the world as well." Xue Yuwei moved closer, raised her little white hand and pointed not far away, "Yingying is also there."

Lin Yu followed the direction she pointed to and glanced at it. As expected, she saw Fang Yingying in a pink dress standing not far away, holding a high foot wine glass in her hand and looking at herself with a complicated face.

Fang Yingying is petite, and her pink dress is quite suitable for her. It looks pretty and lovely, attracting the bright eyes of many young talents present.

Beside her was a tall and handsome young man. He was twenty-seven or eight years old. He was well-dressed and had a great bearing. But this guy looked at his eyes full of cold, full of strong hostility.

Lin Yu didn't pay any attention. He carelessly moved away and focused on the delicious food in front of him.

He's not interested in taking care of those worthless minions. It's important to have a full stomach.

"Good." Xue Yuwei came up to him and yelled angrily, "everyone wants to meet the famous Mr. Lin Zixuan. When you see the elegant demeanor of an expert, you patronize to eat and drink, and you are not afraid of being laughed at..."

Lin Yu stared and swallowed the food in his mouth with a serious face: "it's really delicious. Do you want to try it?"

Xue Yuwei hesitated for a while and blushed: "good..."

Fang Yingying looked at the young men and women who were chatting and laughing together not far ahead and showed incomparable intimacy. She lowered her eyes and quietly took a sip of red wine.

"No one can make Yuwei so happy except him..."

"If I don't say those words and do those things, maybe I can have a chance to say hello to him and make a few jokes..."

"If you miss it, you will miss it after all."

She thought about it in silence, and could not help looking at Lin Yu's thin back. She felt that the red wine tonight was extremely bitter, almost hard to swallow.

"Yingying." The handsome young man next to him came over, and his eyes were full of fierce anger. "Who is the boy who stayed with Yuwei?"

His name is song Wenjie. He works in the government office of Huacheng city. He is a capable general of Xue Qingping, Xue Yuwei's father. He is highly respected.

Fangyingying back to God, face son can't help a red, casual answer: "Oh, that's Linyu."

"Lin Yu? He's the one... "Song Wenjie opened his mouth and didn't say the last half of his words, but his cheek was a little twisted.

He is also a student graduated from Zhuque high school. Recently, he always heard in the alumni circle that Xue Yuwei is falling in love with a boy named Lin Yu. They even live together

"I always thought it was shadowy, but it was true?"

There is a group company in Song family, which is famous in Huacheng. After returning from studying abroad, song Wenjie gave up the opportunity to inherit his family business and devoted himself to politics.

With his family background, if he can pursue Xue Yuwei, the proud daughter of heaven, and hold the big tree of vice mayor Xue Qingping, his future achievements will be limitless, and he can completely build the Song family into a super powerful family integrating politics and business in Hedong.

However, the poor boy surnamed Lin suddenly appeared, which obviously disrupted his overall plan.

Especially when Xue Yuwei was with Lin Yu, his delicate cheek was filled with a sweet smile, which was a wonderful style he had never seen before. How could he not make him angry and envious?

"Isn't yuweimo bewitched by ghosts?" Song Wenjie gnawed his teeth, a burst of resentment, "how can you see that kind of cheap? Look at his virtue. It's a shame to come to the party dressed in rags

Fang Yingying glanced at him and said, "you don't know anything."

Song Wenjie's body suddenly froze and his eyes widened in disbelief: "you said I didn't understand anything?"

"You just don't know anything." Fang Yingying extremely serious point chin, "Yu Wei will treasure, stronger than you and me."

Song Wenjie originally wanted to pull a comrade in arms, but did not expect that even Fang Yingying's maintenance of Lin Yu had reached a heinous level.

"Yingying, are you taking the right medicine?" He grinned. "Didn't you look down on this kind of... This kind of poor guy before?"

"That's what I used to be?" Fang Yingying looks puzzled and shakes her head. Looking at Xue Yuwei again, she is filled with a strong envy.

Song Wenjie felt greatly humiliated, and his lung was about to explode. He dried up the red wine in his glass, wheezing and gasping: "then you say, where... Where is that bastard surnamed Lin better than me?"

"Are you sure you want to compete with him?" Fang Yingying looked up and down carefully, and her white face was full of mockery. "You're not as good as him anywhere. Don't overdo yourself."

She put down her goblet, her eyes full of warning: "I advise you not to make trouble, this person, you can't make trouble!"