Grudge Breaker

- "But I can't like you!"

Mo Tingfeng's words made her heart sink. Maybe in his heart, a suspect like her, an intruder in the sleeping world, should only live alone and helpless, and then be grateful for the little kindness he occasionally gave.

I couldn't help but sneer, "Do you think that people like me don't deserve to be liked?"

Mo Tingfeng knew that she had misunderstood, but he couldn't explain that the cruel words he had just said were still ringing in his ears, and changing his words now would only make things get even more out of control.

He looked at her silently, and because of his silence, she felt even more ridiculous - she would actually blush with her heart beating for the sake of being on the soul boat, for his little heart-warming gesture in the dungeon, Song Weichen, you have never seen a man like this before The way the world looks like, I'm afraid he looks like a clown.
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"It seems I really shouldn't be here today."

Zhuang Yuheng smiled bitterly. He never expected that things would develop into the way they are now. Things that could be solved by Mo Tingfeng just saying "Song Weichen, I like you." What exactly went wrong... He just said He wanted to leave, but was grabbed by Song Weichen.

"Brother Yuheng, I have a day off today. Can you go out with me for a walk?"

Although she was asking Zhuang Yuheng to please her, her eyes were looking at Mo Tingfeng provocatively. She just wanted to show him that she, Song Weichen, was worthy of anyone's kindness to her. She doesn't want his charity or his wisdom.

As for Zhuang Yuheng, not to mention that he really likes the little girl in front of him. Even if he is just a casual acquaintance, etiquette will not let him refuse a woman who takes the initiative to invite him.

"Okay, can I take Weiwei to buy rouge and gouache?"

"Okay, then I want to go to Wangyue Tower." Song Weichen happily put his hand on Zhuang Yuheng's arm, deliberately provoking Mo Tingfeng.

"It's all up to you."

The two walked away and looking at her back, Mo Tingfeng felt his heart twisting and twisting.
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Song Weichen was in good spirits and was happily joining in the fun at the stalls in the night market.

Zhuang Yuheng followed her and ate a bunch of candied haws leisurely. Song Weichen wanted it but couldn't finish it, so he ate one and gave it to him. He didn't waste it.

"I'm sorry for dragging you out to accompany me."

"What the hell, it's my honor to go shopping with Weiwei."

She looked at him. The reason why she asked him out alone was because she wanted to make sure of one thing. Since she had agreed to be with Gu Cangyue, she couldn't make things unclear to other men.

"Brother Yuheng, you said you like me, but what kind of like do you like me?"
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Zhuang Yuheng didn't expect that she would ask this, and he didn't know how to answer for a moment, "What kind of person do you think you like me?"

"Your love for me is not a relationship between men and women, am I right?"

Song Weichen looked at Zhuang Yuheng with a generous look, and she was sure that his liking for her was different from Gu Cangyue's.

"Weiwei, does this count as giving me a preset answer?"

Zhuang Yuheng did not answer her question directly, "It doesn't matter what kind of love you have. What's important is that I won't hurt you, let alone force you to do things you don't want to do. If you call me brother like Mianmian, I will be like you." Treat you the same way I treated her.”

Song Weichen suddenly envied the old dragon well. Zhuang Yuheng was as gentle as the spring night wind. She indeed felt a closeness to him like a family member. In this completely unfamiliar place, she needs this kind of love with a sense of propriety and boundaries. "Brother Yuheng, I'm glad that you like me, and I'm also very happy that I can meet you."
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After eating the last candied haws, he threw the bamboo skewer into the bamboo basket containing garbage at the stall next to him. Zhuang Yuheng clapped his hands, pulled Song Weichen over and pointed to the rouge shop in front of him, "We're here."

Entering the store, Song Weichen was dazzled by the various colors of rouge and gouache, and was puzzled by the pile of bottles, cans and small boxes.

"What, you don't like it?"

"No, these things are called makeup in our place, and they are divided very finely. There are dry skin, oily skin, combination skin, glazed matte, matte, and countless lipstick shades. I can't even tell them apart. They are all here. I can’t tell the difference between small bottles and cans, and I don’t know what to buy.”

She picked up a small box and looked at Zhuang Yuheng timidly, "Is this blush or lipstick...?"

Zhuang Yuheng smiled, "This is not easy." He turned to the shop's elegant proprietress, who was in her thirties, and said, "Give me two sets of everything suitable for her in your shop, and send them to Wu Tingfeng Mansion. Qingju. Also, please take her around and show her how to use it."

"Lord Sikong is enjoying the glory, and the shop will be in full bloom. Don't worry, I will take care of it right away."

The landlady hurriedly took a few steps over to hold Song Weichen's arm, "I'm afraid she is Lord Sikong's sweetheart. She already looks like a fairy without any makeup. If she adds a little more color, I'm afraid all the girls in the world will feel sad." No light. Let me take you around to see if there is anything that a girl can catch your eye."

When Zhuang Yuheng heard the landlady say that Song Weichen was his sweetheart, he just smiled, it was harmless and he would not deliberately distance himself from the relationship.

Unexpectedly, what the landlady said just now was heard by Mo Tingfeng who had just rushed in. He coughed slightly displeasedly. When the landlady saw it was him, she was startled at first and then let go of Song Weichen and rushed over to receive her, "Ouch, today is the day in the shop. What kind of light did it turn on that actually allowed Lord Si Chen to come? It’s a rare visitor! Sir, if you need anything, just ask."

With a cold face, Mo Tingfeng crossed over to the landlady and took Song Weichen's hand, "I'm just going shopping with my people. Her needs are my needs."

In the end, emotion defeated reason. While saying angry and cruel words, he couldn't help but follow her out to find her.
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"Who is your man? Let me go."

She resisted in a low voice, not wanting to refute him in front of outsiders. She secretly tried hard to break away from Mo Tingfeng's grasp, but it was in vain.

"Why, aren't you from my Si Chen Mansion?" Mo Tingfeng said with a matter-of-fact expression.

The landlady didn't notice Song Weichen's displeasure. She was still immersed in the fact that Mo Tingfeng entered her rouge shop. I thought to myself, Master Si Chen, is this thousand-year-old iron tree about to bloom? Did you hear it right? Did he say "my people"? Oh my God! What day is it today? Two adults, Sikong and Sichen, accompanied a girl to Rouge Shop to buy something. What is the relationship between these three people? This is enough to keep me bragging about this street for the rest of my life!

"What are you doing standing there?" Mo Tingfeng asked in displeasure when he saw the landlady was lost in thought.

"No, no, no, it's my fault that I was blind and didn't recognize the girl's identity for a moment! Master Si Chen must not blame her." He said and quickly led the two of them around the store.

Zhuang Yuheng was sitting in the rest area of ​​Rouge Shop drinking tea and waiting for the two of them. "Lord Sikong's sweetheart", he remembered what the landlady said, and his eyes unconsciously searched for the woman in a pink and white dress. He saw her hand being held tightly by Mo Tingfeng, and finally just lowered his eyes to look at the tea in front of him. Zhan, smiled and shook his head.
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By the time the three of them came out of the rouge shop, the Water Street Night Market had entered the busiest time of the day, with lights like stars and crowds of tourists. Song Weichen felt happy when he saw the scenery in front of him, and his anger towards Mo Tingfeng was gone, and his face The smile on her face was blooming, and the proprietress of the rouge shop had applied a little powder on her just now, which made her look even more attractive. The two men around her looked at her and couldn't help but feel a little lost.

No one noticed that there was a dark figure on the roof not far from Water Street - it looked like a strong man, staring at the three of them. He suddenly stretched out his hand in the direction of Qingshan Village, and a summoning spell appeared in his hand like a wave of light - following the summons, a trace of smoke escaped from the Baihui point on the head of Bao'er, who was sleeping soundly at home, like a very thin purple-black snake. It floated into the air, followed the light waves and disappeared. The man put away the spell. He couldn't see his face clearly in the darkness. He only heard him sneer, "Don't worry, the fun is yet to come." After saying that, the spell disappeared.

Almost at the same time, Mo Tingfeng seemed to sense something was wrong. He suddenly raised his head and looked at the roof where the man was standing just now.

"It's strange, am I too worried? Why did there seem to be a trace of the soul lamp's breath there just now?"