373 Luo Yingxue

Luo Yingxue suddenly stopped. Zhang Yuan was a little engaged and hit her and subconsciously held her in his arms.

Soft jade is warm and fragrant, as soft as boneless.

Zhang Yuan secretly marveled at the temptation of Luo Yingxue's body, but did not take the opportunity to eat tofu, but immediately let go and apologized, "I'm sorry, Miss Luo, are you all right?"

Luo Yingxue continued to move forward, shaking her head gently and silent. It's not that she doesn't want to talk, but that she is afraid that she will reveal some information that should not be leaked when she speaks now. She really can't afford to lose that person and the woman's natural reservedness.

She did it on purpose, which is a secret.

Men often hope that beautiful women in the whole world have good eyes on themselves, or even have something to do with themselves, which is a man's nature.

But in fact, everyone should understand that this is impossible. No matter how perfect a man is, he can't make all women like him, just because women in the world will not have the same aesthetics, let alone be nymphomaniac!

Zhang Yuan only has an attitude of appreciation for Luo Yingxue, that's all, and there is no bad idea.

"Miss Luo, I have always had a question to ask you."

"What's the problem?"

Zhang Yuan looked at this vast land and asked, "Even if such a large area of land was contracted before, it doesn't seem to be easy, let alone very cheap, right?"

Luo Yingxue was silent for a moment before saying, "Mr. Zhang is wrong. You seem to have forgotten one thing. This is China."

Zhang Yuan was stunned, and then suddenly realized, sighed, and did not continue to ask about the details. Those were no longer important. The important thing is that the surname here is Zhang, not Sheng, but in the final analysis, the surname.

"If this land were handed over to you, Miss Luo, what would you do?"

"If it were me, I would turn this place into a golden mountain!"

"Jinshan?" Zhang Yuan pulled out a carrot from the ground, took out a knife from the small box and quickly peeled it and handed it to Luo Yingxue. He also chewed one himself and said, "How can you turn a farmland into a golden mountain?"

Luo Yingxue was about to speak when Zhang Yuan suddenly walked into the woods next to him and said without looking back, "I'm sorry, it's convenient, Miss Luo, let's go back and continue to talk." While talking, the person has lost his shadow.

Luo Yingxue rolled her eyes and was particularly charming. She muttered, "What a strange man", and then slowly walked to the trunch not far away and sat in the shade of the tree to enjoy the cool. Although it is autumn, it is still hot during the day.

In a person's eyes, there are a thousand Hamlets, so in the eyes of a thousand Hamlets, is there a thousand people who look at him?

This is a false proposition. A thousand people will look at Hamlet, but Hamlet may not see one person, let alone a thousand people.

Zhang Yuan stood under the shade of the tree and quietly looked at the distant side of his cheeks. He did not notice Luo Yingxue when he came back. At this moment, she was sitting on the rut of the field. From this perspective, she had an unspeakable beauty.

Zhang Yuan suddenly remembered Shakespeare's famous sayings about Hamlet, and at the same time, some absurd and inexplicable ideas came into his mind. Then he felt that his head might have been pulled by the door bow, shook his head, quietly sat on the tack, and sat next to Luo Yingxue.

Luo Yingxue knew that Zhang Yuan was back, but she still looked at the distance quietly. The two sat silently, smelling the charming smell from each other. On such an autumn afternoon, in such a quiet field, under such a big tree In the cold, the mood has never been more relaxed and beautiful.

At this moment, language is superfluous.

The two sat for a long time and did not leave leisurely until the evening. The topic of how to turn the wilderness farmland into a golden mountain did not continue, but Zhang Yuan wrote a simple letter of authorization on the way to send Luo Yingxue back to her house in Dongsanshu, giving her full authority to manage the land.

Luo Yingxue did not refuse or feel surprised by Zhang Yuan's authorization, but silently took over the white paper full of beautiful regular script, appreciated it for a while, and said, "Wang Xizhi?"

Zhang Yuan was stunned for a moment, and then smiled and said, "Is it Pang Zhonghua?" Both of them laughed, and the matter was settled so simply.

Standing on the top floor of her villa, Luo Yingxue looked at the faraway Passat. The two red taillights, like a pair of resolute and affectionate eyes, shook her eyes.

What else is life besides circles and forks? A roommate once lay on his bunk and looked at the mottled yellow marks on the wall, some vicissitudes and depression, and some decadence and tired asked Zhang Yuan.

At that time, Zhang Yuan folded up a wet and fishy towel, wiped the sweat on the bend of his legs, and said lightly, "There are also self-comfort, fork rings, and regret and sadness that can't even do these!"

A roommate sighed and said with emotion, "Yes, we should be satisfied. At least we still have hands, at least we have two, and at least we have extra ** to squander, just like this absurd youth, which can be spent in the hormone-flying summer night and have a happy feeling."

After saying quietly, a roommate wiped off something like a runny nose on the wall with his trousers he had not washed for several days, sniffed, and vomited a few times. The mottled rag drew a strange parabola in the air, and his teeth and claws fell into the white enamel basin, and half of it was gently hanging with his nose. Shaking, shaky, like Sister Lin's tears.

The past is over, and it can be pursued in the future.

On the night when the autumn lights were on, Zhang Yuan suddenly missed his former brothers. He took out the phone and called them, but in the end they didn't get through.

The mood of missing came and went quickly, and the depression that could not be connected diluted the missing. He sighed and scolded Malgobi. His foot on the accelerator passed a Buick that turned around in front of him and turned home.

There is only one home by Zhang Yuan in the capital, that is, his and Ye Xianglu's nest, or love nest. He was particularly anxious to think that there were two beautiful women at home waiting for him to go back for dinner.

Zhang Yuan copied a shortcut, and there are few cars on this road. In a metropolis like Beijing, it is not easy to find uncongested streets, which is an accident.

When passing an intersection, Zhang Yuan suddenly heard a brake sound and a bang. As soon as he stepped on the brake and looked over, he saw a girl lying on the road, next to a bicycle. The BMW that caused the accident had driven forward and suddenly fell back. Under the circumstances witnessed by many people, Go over to that girl.

Zhang Yuan was angry. He suddenly stepped on the accelerator and steered. Passat rushed over like an arrow, regardless of whether it was retrograde or not. With a loud roar, he hit the BMW into the cement wall on the roadside, which was seriously deformed!

Zhang Yuan punched the door of his deformed car. After getting out of the car, he looked at the girl. Her forehead and legs were bleeding. Her eyes were closed and she looked as if she was seriously injured. She quickly stopped a taxi. Whether the driver was willing or not, he fiercely asked him to drive to a nearby hospital.

The driver is a veteran and is familiar with the nearby terrain. He arrived at the nearby hospital in less than ten minutes. Zhang Yuan gave him 1,000 yuan to compensate for the seat. The driver was more particular about it. As long as he paid the fare, he would drive away.

It's not that they don't help, but that the media always promotes those messy things these days, as if there are no good people in this society, and good-hearted people don't dare to be good. Not all people lose their love.

Zhang Yuan doesn't care about being a good person. People's lives are at risk. He can't control so much. As for the person who drives a BMW, there will be one less scourge. If they all die, the world will be extremely beautiful and colorful. Unfortunately, garbage often live longer, but good people don't live long. I guess it's too weak. For this reason.

The girl was seriously injured, but fortunately, Zhang Yuan sent it in time, which did not cause any regretful consequences.

Zhang Yuan called her family with the mobile phone in the girl's pocket. In less than 20 minutes, her brother was the first to kill her.

"Hello, is my sister all right?" The middle-aged man in military uniform wiped his sweat and looked anxious.

Zhang Yuan nodded and said, "Don't worry, the doctor said that there will be no problem as long as you have an operation." He took out a tissue and handed it to the middle-aged man who seemed to give people a sense of justice and majesty, and felt that this person's age should not be regarded as middle-aged, but in his early thirties, according to the current standards, he should be regarded as a young man.

"Thank you, as long as it's okay." The middle-aged soldier suddenly remembered that he had saved his sister's life. He quickly saluted and bowed himself. He said gratefully, "Thank you, big brother. I'm Yang Zun. You saved my sister Yang Xin."

Zhang Yuan smiled faintly and said, "It's okay. Since you're here, I'll go first. I guess there will be a lawsuit to fight!" He knew that although he was saving people just now, but if he really killed the BMW driver, it would be a big trouble. If not, he would still kill people deliberately. Of course, he didn't believe that he is now With such a deep network, what else can we do? Kill people and eliminate harm for the people.

Yang Zun stopped Zhang Yuan and said, "Brother, don't be in a hurry to go. I just saw the scene. That scum should have a way, otherwise he would not dare to be so arrogant. However, he dares to hit my sister and fucking wants to murder my sister. If I don't let him go to prison, I won't be surnamed Guo!" He clenched his fist fiercely and clicked.

At this time, there was a chaotic footsteps in the corridor, and a man lying on a stretcher suddenly pointed to Zhang Yuan and scolded, "It's him, this bastard, who killed him!"