One Hundred Thousand Reasons For Krypton Gold

Bo Xuezhuo: "..."

Lingqiong: "Do you think I'm not sincere?"

Bo Xuerao: "It's because I'm not worthy of Miss's liking."

Lingqiong: "I understand, it's because I am Yu Gaoyang's daughter, so a person like me has no sincerity at all, and I don't deserve to like you, right?"

Seeing that Bo Xue hadn't spoken, the little girl's eyes turned red.

"Yes, my identity is not good... The outside world also rumors that I have a bad temper, cruel and vicious..."

"But can it all be my fault?"

"Nobody ever taught me what I did was right."

"They will only tell me that my father is the most powerful person, I have everything I want, don't worry about right or wrong, because everything I do is right."

Ling Qiong sobbed, and tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes.

The little girl changed into thin silk clothes. When she sat up just now, the collar slid down to her shoulders, revealing a large expanse of fair skin.

At this moment, she was crying softly, looking extremely wronged, which made Bo Xue feel her heart twitching.

He hesitated, but still said, "Don't cry."

He didn't say anything either.

It was she who said a lot...

Ling Qiong turned over and lay down, pulled the quilt over her head, and a muffled voice came from under the quilt.

"It's my wishful thinking. I don't deserve to like you. You can go. You can go wherever you want, and you are free."

"..."

Bo Xueyuan stood still.

The bulge on the bed started as a small sob and finally turned into a cry.

Boxue felt soreness around her heart, and finally only dense pain remained.

He didn't know why he felt this way.

It seemed that she could empathize with her grievances.

What did she do wrong?

The fault is that she is Yu Gaoyang's adopted daughter.

But as she said, she had no choice, and the people around her taught her only one truth.

Yu Gaoyang's daughter doesn't need to bow her head for anyone, what she does is right.

During this period of getting along, Bo Xuerao also found that she was different from the rumors from the outside world...

Bo Xuelai stepped forward hesitantly, "Don't cry, I didn't mean that."

The little girl cried louder.

Bo Xuerao was at a loss, "Don't cry..."

He had never coaxed anyone, so he didn't know what to do at this moment.

"What do you want so you don't cry?"

The person under the quilt arched, and carefully opened a corner, revealing a pair of wet eyes from the gap.

She choked up and asked, "Can you like me?"

"..."

Bo Xuerao couldn't answer this question.

He and Yu Gaoyang have a blood feud, can he like his adopted daughter?

Bo Xuetuo rationally told him: No.

Impossible between them.

When he kills Yu Gaoyang, she will hate him and blame him.

He will destroy everything she has now.

Bo Xue couldn't make a sound, Ling Qiong pulled the quilt up angrily.

After a while, the little girl carefully pulled down the quilt again as if she was determined not to give up.

Aggrieved and cautiously asked: "Then can you pretend to like me?"

"Why bother Miss?" Bo Xue didn't understand, "There are many people around you who like you."

She is not short of love.

"..."

"They don't like me, they are afraid of me." Lingqiong's nasal voice was heavy, but it sounded a little soft, "They are afraid of my father, so they must like me and respect me."

Ling Qiong looked lonely, "They never treated me sincerely."

Bo Xuerao somewhat understood what she said.

There are countless people around her supporting her, but it is only because she is Yu Gaoyang's daughter.

Without this identity, she is nothing.

Bo Xuerao: "But Miss wants me to pretend that I like you, it's not true."

"..."

Ling Qiong pursed her lips, the tears in her eyes slipped down, she wiped her eyes hard twice, making her eyes red.

She said stubbornly: "It's okay... I just need to be sincere to you."

After speaking, she smiled at him.

The smile was forced, filled with grievance and sadness.

"I……"

The little girl stretched out a hand from under the quilt, grabbed his sleeve, choked up and said, "Just pretend, okay, I'll give you whatever you want."

Bo Xue looked down at her hand tugging at her sleeve.

She held on tightly, as if she was afraid that if she let go, he would disappear.

"Half a year, after half a year, I'll let you go, okay?" I can't handle you in half a year! !

half a year...

Half a year should be enough for him to find a chance to kill Yu Gaoyang.

Bo Xuerao: "Miss, why waste time on me."

"I'd be happy to waste time with you."

Dad wasted more than just time!

And money! !

And tears! ! !

Bo Xueyuan said in a low voice: "Miss, go to bed early."

"Do you agree?"

"Tomorrow morning, I will wake the lady up."

The little girl blinked her eyes, her moist eyes gradually became brighter, and she seemed to come alive again.

Bo Xuerou pulled out the sleeves, and the little girl held on tightly again.

"Can you kiss me?"

Bo Xueyuan subconsciously wanted to refuse, but she couldn't utter the words of refusal when she met her wet eyes under the quilt.

In the corridor just now, he was going to kiss.

I was interrupted at the time, but now I am continuing...

Bo Xue circled to the side of the bed and pulled off the quilt, revealing the little girl's bored red face.

That beautiful and lovely face was covered with tear stains, and Bo Xuerou reached out to help her wipe it off.

Fingertips rubbed against the skin little by little.

The little girl clung to his palm intimately, like a kitten looking for a sense of security.

Thin snow wrapped around her fingertips and landed on the corners of her lips, slowly pressing down on those soft lips.

Delicate and soft like petals, it makes people want to crush it hard.

Bo Xue circled too hard, Ling Qiong frowned, "It hurts..."

Before she finished speaking, Bo Xuerao suddenly leaned over and blocked her lips.

There was a gap in the open window, and the cold wind came in through the gap, blowing out the candles in the house.

The room was suddenly plunged into darkness, and the two couldn't see each other clearly.

The only thing that can feel is the temperature on each other.

-

the next day.

Ling Qiong woke up early in the morning, lying on the bed, flipping through the cards flipped last night.

Whoring for nothing?

hehe……

Qiongqiong didn't want to talk.

At this time, the card in front of Lingqiong is a boy standing barefoot in the ice and snow.

The blue silk is not bundled, blowing lightly with the wind.

The clothes are light and thin, like layers of gauze, and you can vaguely see the scenery inside.

The young man stood sideways, with his head tilted slightly, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly. That originally cold face instantly had an appearance that seduced the world.

Ling Qiong embraced the quilt with a happy heart, reminiscing about the money last night... no, the beauty of the son.

What Bo Xue came in and saw was Ling Qiong hugging the quilt, tossing and turning on her overly big bed, making strange laughs from time to time.

...like crazy.

Bo Xue stepped forward with lowered eyes, "Miss."

The tumbling Lingqiong got up and knelt on the bed, "Why do you still call me Miss?"

"...What's that called?"

"Hmm..." Ling Qiong went through those sweet and greasy names, picking and picking, and only left: "Xiao Zhu."

Bo Xueyuan thought for a while: "When someone is around, I still call you Miss."

"oh."

Bo Xue looked around at her several times, somewhat confused about her emotions at the moment.

Adhering to the principle of saying too much and making mistakes, Bo Xuerao decided not to say anything.

——Every krypton is empty——

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