The scumbag's little ancestor hasn't fallen off the horse

Chapter 40 Little beauty, do you like black?
Yan Xirong knew that Fu Xiuyao had never been a fairy in white clothes, but Fu Xiuyao could be more immortal than a fairy.

There is no fixed style of dressing, what you want to wear depends on your mood.

Fu Xiuyao can control any style of clothes.

The two girls who spoke bad words were too frightened to make a sound when they saw Yan Xirong, they lowered their heads and wanted to leave quietly.

"Stop." Fu Xiuyao walked towards the two with his slender legs, the corners of his mouth raised more and more.

The two girls were too shocked to leave and looked at each other.

"Apologize." Fu Xiuyao's voice became colder, and he spit out these two words coldly.

"What are you talking about?" One person started to play dumb, "We didn't say anything."

Fu Xiuyao's smile remained undiminished, but his brows and eyes were stained with frost.

"Apologize to Yan Xirong."

"I don't, do you think she wants me to apologize?" A girl pointed at Yan Xirong who was frozen in place and shouted.

"Are you saying she wants me to apologize? Does she know something?"

Yan Xirong lowered her head weakly, walked to Fu Xiuyao and whispered, "They won't dare in the future, so don't pursue their affairs, thank you."

But Fu Xiuyao was smiling towards Yan Xirong, with soft brows and eyes, and the orange sunset shone on her like gold.

"Why?" She said in a low voice, "Why don't you care?"

Yan Xirong suddenly raised her head, her gaze fell into those smiling peach eyes.

Those eyes that hide infinite affection.

Yeah, why don't you care?
Yan Xirong walked out of her memory, looked at Fu Xiuyao's empty place opposite, got up abruptly, and walked outside.

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Fu Xiuyao left the dormitory, instead of going downstairs, he went upstairs.

She came to the door of dormitory 501, leaning against the corridor, with a lazy and casual expression.

A girl just came out of it, with a resentful expression on her face, as if something bad had happened to her.

As soon as she came out, she saw a familiar-looking woman standing not far from the dormitory, her gentle gaze fell on her.

Her black high ponytail was lowered, and her black hair was draped behind her, setting off her fair and clear face.

Her eyes were cold, but there was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, as if she was looking at him, but also seemed to be mocking.

But that gaze was so gentle that one could doubt that the sarcasm was an illusion.

She didn't wear a coat, a black turtleneck made her slender and slender, and beige trousers wrapped her straight and slender legs, giving her a cool and elegant demeanor.

Zhang Zimian's face was pale, and he took a step back timidly, wanting to walk into the dormitory.

"Please stay." Fu Xiuyao's gentle voice was lazy and charming, and she walked towards Zhang Zimian slowly, with graceful steps.

"You..." Zhang Zimian lowered his head and stopped unconsciously, but he didn't dare to look at Fu Xiuyao.

"Hello." Fu Xiuyao quietly walked to her side, and stretched out his hand to push her against the door.

Zhang Zimian looked up in a daze, then shouted in a panic: "What do you want to do?"

Zhang Zimian's shout attracted the attention of the people inside, and the people in the same dormitory looked towards the door one after another, only to see Fu Xiuyao stretched out his arms and locked Zhang Zimian by the door, locking Zhang Zimian with his hands like a cage.

Zhang Zimian was a head shorter than Fu Xiuyao, and there was a huge difference in height. In addition, Zhang Zimian felt guilty and flustered, and dared not move at all, allowing Fu Xiuyao to trap her.

"What are you going to do?" A girl shouted anxiously, worried that Fu Xiuyao would do something bad to Zhang Zimian.

Fu Xiuyao turned a deaf ear to it, and gently raised Zhang Zimian's chin with one hand, making Zhang Zimian's terrified eyes meet Fu Xiuyao's gentle and beautiful peach eyes.

"Little beauty, do you like black?" Fu Xiuyao's black eyes were like the night sky, quietly looking at Zhang Zimian.

Zhang Zimian met those deep star eyes, his lips moved, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

(End of this chapter)