Chapter 900 (1/2)

Someone is preparing to leave, someone is already on the road.

Some stories are beginning, others are coming to an end.

And some stories

Changed the heroine

These stories and their protagonists are scattered in different latitudes and at different times.

Like black and white chess pieces, scattered, as if irrelevant, their lives.

Unexpectedly, they had been placed on the same chessboard long ago.

Longitude and latitude intersect, black and white play chess, which is their inevitable fate.

The Chiang family.

In the silent living room, the fragrance of roses and red wine floated faintly.

The red roses in full bloom on the windowsill are charming and dripping, and the petals bloom against the light, just like its owner, so proud.

I don't know since when, the flowers next to Jiang's windowsill have never been let go. Every time the petals wither slightly, a bunch of fresh roses will always be replaced.

On the tea table in front of the sofa, there is a goblet quietly. It contains dark red liquid. It flickers gently and flows slowly. It reflects beautiful light under the light. It is a little fragrant and mixed with the aroma of roses. It is refreshing in this space.

The breeze brushed the screen curtain in front of the French window. In the long silent space, there was a dull noise. It was the sound of high-heeled shoes stepping on the carpet.

Follow the sound, the thin high heels step out of small pits on the thick fluffy carpet. Up, there are thin and white ankles and shins with bright and moist skin. Up, there is the posture wrapped by the high split blue cloud pattern cheongsam. It is concave and convex, graceful and exquisite. The posture of leaning on the table at will can attract people's imagination.

”Oh.”

In the quiet space, a dull laugh suddenly came.

In the corner of the living room, Zhang Kuang leaned against the single sofa and put his leg on the armrest of the sofa. He spat on the ground and glanced up and down at the woman standing at the table.

”Yes, you have a way of imitating your sister.” Zhang nodded wildly, the smile on the corner of his mouth was unclear, and his eyes were full of aggression.

Jiang ruting glanced at him obliquely. The tear mole in the corner of her eyes was particularly obvious under the light. She hummed gently. The whole person looked completely like Jiang Rumo from the appearance, but her voice was not as soft as hers: ”but you can't.”

There was a faint disdain in her expression and tone. When she heard that Zhang Kuang frowned, his eyes suddenly became sharp. He glanced at her and said in a cold voice: ”what did you say?”

”Don't forget, I'm my sister now, and you in front of my sister are far more slaves than now.” Jiang ruting didn't look at him, with a small arc on his lips, like ridicule and provocation, raised his hand to himself and drank a cup of boiled water.

The bright sarcasm in her words made her crazy anger rush up at once.

It is one thing for him to let Jiang Rumo, but he will never allow Jiang ruting to be presumptuous in front of him.

At that moment, Zhang Kuang threw a cigarette end, smiled grimly, stepped in front of her in three or two steps, raised his hand and impolitely waved away Jiang ruting's water cup.