The heroine of fast time only wants to open

Chapter 277 The Perfumer of the Republic of China 21
As soon as they entered, Hua Xian and the man in Tsing Yi started fighting, until a familiar female voice interrupted them:

"Stop it all! Si Hua, get out first."

Hua Xian suddenly turned his head and looked over. When he saw who it was, his eyes widened.

Qin Yan also stared at her.

Both of them saw words like "You also accepted this book?!" and "Are you annoyed? I don't want to see you!" in each other's eyes.

Si Hua vaguely smelled the smell of gunpowder and wisely withdrew.

After he left, Hua Xian sat down across the table without saying a word. He looked at the delicious food on the table, picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

During the past few days at Chongfu Temple, she had hardly eaten anything.

What the old monk cooked was vegetarian dishes with clear soup and little water, which made her mouth feel like a bird.

Qin Yan snatched her chopsticks:
"Who made you eat it!"

Then she pulled all the dishes to her side.

Hua Xian opened his mouth and spat out the half-eaten meal in front of her: "Give it back!"

Qin Yan's face turned green: "I feel uncomfortable if you don't feel sick for a day, right?!"

Hua Xian ignored her, called the store owner to order, and ordered all the signature dishes in the store with a wave of his hand.

When the food came, they each ate the food they ordered, dividing the dining table into two parts, separated by the Chu River and Han boundary.

There was not a word of communication from beginning to end, it was like sharing a table.

Of course I didn't finish it.

The two of them ordered portions for two people, so it would be strange if they could finish them all.

Qin Yan couldn't help it anymore and threw her chopsticks on the table:
"Don't eat."

Hua Xian wiped his mouth and asked:
"What made you think about taking this role?"

Ning Shulei is not a good female partner. She has no skills and has to be suppressed by the heroine with golden fingers.

To be fair, she doesn't need to waste her time taking on such a thankless role.

Qin Yan leaned back in the chair, crossed her legs, exposed the white calf under the slit cheongsam, lit a cigarette and sneered:
"Do you think I still have a backer before?"

Fancy said without shyness at all:
"Xueyue kicked you?"

Qin Yan couldn't bear to hear this the most, so she hit her with a lighter:

"You're just trying to make me angry! Get out of here!"

She didn't shy away from being fancy, and the carved copper lighter scratched a red mark on her face, almost scratching her eye.

Qin Yan was stunned for a moment, then scolded her again: "You don't know how to hide? A pig's head!"

Fancy didn't care at all and asked:
"what happened?"

Qin Yan was in a very bad mood, so she cursed and talked about the recent blood moon situation.

Blood Moon transformed.

Almost all the supernatural channels have been wiped out. Someone in the bookstore world wants to use him as the supernatural king to scare the monkeys.

He had to switch to another channel.

This means that all the achievements he made in the supernatural channel will be burned and he will start from scratch.

The connections and resources he had accumulated over the years were greatly affected.

Those who once flattered and fawned over him stepped on him hard at this time, wishing they could trample him into the dust and spit on him with disgust.

He knew he was going to be in trouble, so he sent away all the women around him.

Probably he also understood that these women only loved the power he once had, not him as a person.

If he falls, they will try their best to leave him, for fear of being implicated.

In this case, he took the initiative to let them go and stopped making things difficult for each other.

The name "Blood Moon" also died the moment the supernatural beings disappeared.

Qin Yan's eyes were a little red, and her lips were trembling a little while holding the cigarette:
"Jiaojiao, you know that your aunt and I are evil-hearted and can only share wealth and status with men, not share hardships."

Hua Xian said: "I know, you already have a good conscience before you step on him."

According to Qin Yan's previous style, she would be the first one to jump out and step on the back of the old sponsor when the sponsor fell, and use the old sponsor's leverage to seduce the new sponsor.

The fallen benefactor was worse than a piece of sour tofu to her.

All the old oaths and mutual affection had turned into a mouthful of thick phlegm, which made her feel sick when she spit it out.

She never hides her greed and filthiness. She can climb from one bed to another for power and money, coaxing different men every day.

Just one word, cheap.

Even if Xue Yue doesn't send them away, Qin Yan will draw a clear line with him sooner or later.

"Conscience?" Qin Yan laughed at herself: "I just thought you were complimenting me." It was rare for Hua Xian not to ridicule her.

If Xueyue didn't suffer this fate, she believed that her aunt would stay with him for the rest of her life.

Qin Yan, a woman, has never known what conscience is. This time, she didn't realize it, but felt true feelings.

Otherwise, she would have hooked up with her new backer now, and like those villains, she would have fallen into trouble, and watched the blood moon covered with bruises.

Hua Xian stretched out his hand towards her: "Give me a cigarette, I'll be jealous if you smoke it."

Qin Yan handed her a packet.

Hua Xian took out one and lit it. The two of them started puffing on each other, filling the table with the smell of smoke.

"How are your ancestors treating you?" Qin Yan suddenly asked.

Hua Xian said: "Okay, provide for me to eat, provide for me to wear, provide for me to spend money like water, it's no different from before."

Qin Yan asked again:

"Besides you, does he have other women?"

Hua Xian was not surprised at all by her question and replied:
"I haven't seen it anyway."

In real life, our ancestors were people in a power-hungry circle.

The men in this circle have hard-to-change nature. They are all supported by their mistresses and mistresses, and they are extremely romantic.

The same goes for rich women, who are served by little ducks and pretty girls, and are extremely debauched.

Hua Xian has been accustomed to seeing things since she was a child, which makes her very indifferent to the concept of monogamy.

Monogamy is a moral bond between common people.

In the upper class, this moral restraint is nonsense.

"You didn't go check it out?"

Hua Xian said: "Let's check it out. If he really hides it intentionally, can I find out?"

Qin Yan stared at her for a long time, looking confused and confused.

"Jiaojiao, tell me the truth, do you love him or not?"

If you really love someone very much, you can't help but dig into his privacy, explore his life, and fill his world with you, leaving no room for the second person.

This has nothing to do with trust or distrust, it's just because I love you and you belong to me only.

Hua Xian suddenly stopped talking and took two puffs of cigarette so hard that he choked to tears.

She said: "Oh my love, he has raised me for so many years, saved me so many times, and is so good-looking, who wouldn't be moved by him?"

Qin Yan hit the nail on the head and said, "You say you love him, but you don't love him much."

Fancy and silent.

She really puts her ancestor in the position of a lover.

He is also the only lover she admits to in her life.

But she knew that she didn't love this man much, and she was even more grateful and dependent than loving.

Fancy thinks this is enough.

Plain and simple is the truth. She doesn't need that kind of earth-shattering and vigorous love where you die for me and I die because of you.

　ps: Off topic, in the novel, handsome and wealthy people are still clean physically and mentally, loyal dogs are overbearing and yandere, and the template of a boyfriend who will die for you is all YY.

　　In fact, I have always felt that the current views on the Internet are very crooked, and the views on love conveyed are also very weird and extreme.

　　But the author cannot bear all the blame, because if he doesn’t write like this, there will be no website to accept, no readers to read, no income, and he will starve to death.

　　Although most readers have their own set of standards, reading novels is just to pass the time and will not be affected by the three views in the text.
　　But I still want to give my younger readers a piece of advice:
　　When choosing our significant other, we don’t need to look at looks, height, or whether they have money, a car, or a house.

　　The most valuable quality of a boy is that he is motivated and sincere, that is, he has good character, and nothing else matters.

　　Such a boy is worth loving.

　　Eight out of ten people who are good-looking and have a lot of money are scumbags.

　　Take away good looks and a lot of money, and ten out of ten of them are scumbags.

　　Not to mention individual examples, these individual examples are used to trick young girls into believing in fictitious love.

　　Although I say this, as an author who wants to earn a living, I still have to write this way.

　　The male protagonist of this book is rich, handsome, and clean both physically and mentally.

　　It's just that Shaozi doesn't love him very much yet. He needs some plot adjustments to make the relationship sublime again and again and become indestructible.

　　I just want to write something vigorous and earth-shattering.

　　[Writing a novel is no longer a dream, let’s do it! ! 】

　　
　　
　
(End of this chapter)