The Rebirth of the National Goddess

Such a person is born to be superior.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Chen Xiangrong would never have believed that a teenage girl would have such an elegant demeanor.

No one can replicate the orchid-like bamboo-like temperament that radiates around her.

Like bamboo, it is better to bend than to bend, Huai Jin holds the jade.

The orchid in the empty valley is like an orchid, graceful and graceful.

He is a serious and old-fashioned middle-aged uncle. In her eyes, only middle-aged uncles can have such rigorous thoughts and such profound insights.

Chu Jin smiled, and said in a calm tone, "You don't need to thank me, you are qualified for this job, you rely on your own ability, I believe that in the near future, you will definitely be able to bring better software to theking, and sit on a more high position."

This is the first time that Chen Xiangrong has received such formal affirmation, and it is also the first time that someone is willing to believe her. Over the years, she has been used to being alone, and suddenly someone told her that she is willing to believe her. acid.

Bending slightly towards Chu Jin, he said from the bottom of his heart, "Don't worry, Mr. Chu, I will not let you down."

"Okay," Chu Jin nodded slightly, looking at her at the same level, "I believe you." Although there were only four words, they were loud.

After explaining some things to Qin Zhenglin, Chu Jin left.

Time passed quickly, and it was dusk again in a blink of an eye.

It was dusk, and the setting sun stretched her figure very long.

Behind her, there was a figure in black who was not far or near, with a tall and straight figure, wearing a slim black windbreaker, and a black hat on his head. The brim of the hat covered most of his face, leaving only his clear lines. Delicate jaw and tight lip line.

An icy aura exudes from her body, like a black manjusawa wandering in the human world, mysterious and powerful.

She is fast, he is fast, she is slow, he is slow.

His steps always kept pace with hers,

In the summer wind, there is a burst of pleasant fragrance.

Chu Jin walked slowly, holding an oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and occasionally met a few familiar old people on the road, and would take the initiative to say hello with a smile.

The girl's sweet voice passed through the breeze and reached his ears word for word, and the corners of the cold and hard mouth curled up unconsciously.

In fact, Chu Jin had already discovered the anomaly behind him, but she never exposed that person, firstly because she could feel that the person was not malicious, and secondly because it was difficult for her to do it in public.

Turning a corner, Chu Jinyin came behind a thick sycamore tree, holding an oil-paper umbrella in one hand, and took out his cell phone from his pocket to check the time with the other.

At 18:58 in the evening, there are still 2 minutes to 19:00.

The light from the mobile phone screen refracted onto her face, reflecting a jade-like cold light. In the darkness, those peach-blossom eyes as clear as glass were shining with a chill as sharp as a blade.

One second, two seconds.

Chu Jin narrowed his eyes slightly, watching the figure walking slowly from the side.

It's now!

Chu Jin stepped forward, put the phone in his pocket, raised his hand suddenly, and lightly flicked his wrist while holding the umbrella handle, the tip of the umbrella formed a sharp blade on the man's shoulder!

Unexpectedly, that person had been on guard for a long time, and he took the attack with a dodge.

Under the reflection of the darkness, his face could not be seen clearly, only the slightly raised corners of his lips could be seen.

But the smell on the body is indeed unusually familiar. The faint tobacco smell is mixed with a bit of mint, which gives people a feeling of peace of mind.

At the moment when Chu Jin was slightly stunned, the other party quietly restrained her wrist, and with a strong pull, Chu Jin was pulled into a cold embrace, and her back hit the chest like a city wall , A cold touch hit the whole body.

Chu Jin raised his eyebrows slightly, raised his elbow to attack the opponent, but was grabbed by the arm and could not move.

"It's me." A slightly deep and cold voice sounded behind him.

This voice can be said to be very familiar.

Almost at the same time as the two of them fought, Chu Jin knew that this person was Mr. Mo, so she relaxed her vigilance.

It's just that the person who was following behind me just now was obviously not Mr. Mo, why did he become him in the blink of an eye?

"Why is it you?" Taking advantage of his inattention, Chu Jin clasped his right hand backhand, just like that, immediately turned back to the guest, and a man's muffled grunt came from the air.

It should be painful.

"Who do you think? Huh?" The tone of the tail rose slightly, and the last word said something meaningful. He grabbed her hand, pulled her into his arms, hugged her with one hand, and held her hand with the other. Rest your head on her shoulder.

There was no warmth on this person, like ice in a deep pool.

Chu Jin raised his eyebrows slightly, and with a slight bend of his elbow, he just broke free from the man's embrace, "In the middle of the night, is the wretched uncle following you?"

"In the middle of the night," Mo Zhixuan covered his heart, lightly raised his sword eyebrows, and there was a touch of pampering in his deep eyes, "Ma'am, are you trying to murder your husband?"

lady?

It's really difficult for Mr. Mo to say this word in a serious manner.

She seemed to hear a helpless sigh coming from the night.

Sad, lingering, with endless sadness.

Accompanied by a faint breeze, it seems to be close to the ear, and it seems to be far away in the sky.

It's hard to tell whether it's reality or fiction.

Chu Jin raised her eyes subconsciously and looked around. The endless night was intertwined with the faint street lights. Occasionally, pedestrians passed by in twos and threes, all of whom were old people.

"It was you who followed me all the time?" Chu Jin looked up at Mo Zhixuan.

"Yes," Mo Zhixuan nodded slightly, and asked back, "Otherwise, who do you think?" In the dark night, there was a cold light shining in those deep pool-like phoenix eyes.