MTL - Reborn Aristocrat: Return of the Vicious Heiress

Just as Ye Yan was about to leave, the hostess of the hotel suddenly saw her and waved at her: "Miss Ye, come and sit down."

The proprietress did not wear the traditional costumes of the Bai people, but a bright and colorful dress. It was a unique printing and dyeing process of the Bai people. It had no charm. A string of beads was wrapped around her right wrist. of.

Ye Yan refused to refuse.

She lived in this hotel, and for a while, the proprietress had always taken care of her, especially when she was ill, and she took care of her a lot.

She glanced at Si Yuanzhen subconsciously, and found that he did not look at her, but lowered her head while carving the wooden clog in her hand. Somehow, she was relieved, holding her slightly stiff legs, slowly Slowly picked the boss and sat down in a corner not far from her, and began to meditate on the Heart Sutra in her heart.

"Therefore, there is no color in the air, no conscious thinking, no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, no color, sound, fragrance, touch, no vision, or even unconsciousness ... There is no reason, no horror, far away from the dream, Nirvana ... "

She kept reminding herself in her heart that what she saw in her ears, what she heard in her ears, what she thought in her heart, all the colors, thoughts, actions, and consciousness, but the five essences were all empty.

Ye Yan, who meditated on the Buddhist scriptures, did not find out that Si Yuanzhen laughed, gave her grateful smile to the boss lady, and a smile in her eyes when she glanced over her.

"I don't know what kind of woman you like?" Another woman asked impatiently.

A pair of wonderful eyes circulated on Si Yuanzhen's body, his eyes flashed with obsession.

Handsome, wealthy, and infatuated men have always attracted all women.

At this time, although this man told everyone that he had a love in his heart, this did not stop women from becoming obsessed with him, but made women crazy.

Si Yuanzhen's gaze settled on the woman sitting in the corner, as if the whole person was isolated from the world, thinking about it: "The woman who made me crazy."

Ye Yan felt the strong sight of the man and meditated more than half of the Heart Sutra, so he was stifled, and unexpectedly thought that what the man said to her in the miscellaneous room that day, he said that he was her Head overturned.

When the reaction came, she found such a short "Heart Sutra". She actually forgot where she was thinking and had to start from the beginning.

Another woman asked, "What kind of woman will make you crazy?"

The woman looks charming, sitting on the armrest of the sofa beside Si Yuanzhen, her voice is extremely soft, with a touch of sweetness.

Si Yuanzhen but smiled.

The action engraved with wooden clogs is getting smoother and more sophisticated, and the shape of a pear flower is gradually taking shape on the hoe.

The woman did not give up, approached Si Yuanzhen, and breathed like a orchid: "How do you think I compare to the woman you like?"

She is quite confident in her looks and body.

Ye Su suddenly felt that the Buddhist scriptures that had always made her mind detached from the quiet, some could not read it, and felt that the scene in front of him was a bit greasy.

However, when Si Yuanzhen leaned over, she stretched out a hand to choke her throat, and smiled evilly: "You? Not worthy of her shoes." He naturally increased the strength of his hands and thin lips. A touch of light: "It's really dirty!"

After speaking, she let go of the woman's throat, took out a blue lap and wiped each finger carefully, then took out the lighter, and pressed it lightly, a buzzing sound, a cluster of blue flames sounded Jumping out and falling on the blue lap, the bright yellow fire light shines on the man's face that looks like evil but not evil, like charm but not charm, like a burden.

A woman is a pet to him.

When you are free, you can make fun at any time, make them laugh, and look at them with pretentious, contorted, and ugly appearances. It is also very interesting, but never like to let these pets come close.

However, there is one exception.

He didn't want to tease her.

Just want to get on her.

"Kekekekeke ..." The woman thrown to the ground by the wolf howled and fell to the ground, covering her throat, coughing, shrinking pupils, fear and thriller.

The women who were surrounded by Si Yuanzhen had thick makeup on their faces, and they couldn't stop their inner fear. The originally harmonious atmosphere instantly became stagnant.

Si Yuanzhen was smiling, smiling with white teeth, the pattern of the corners of Taohua's eyes, Yan Yanheng: "Sorry, I don't like people close to me, which makes me uncontrollable and wants to break his neck . "

Holding a butcher knife, he didn't believe in Buddha, he didn't believe in people, but only in himself.

Anyone's approach made him unable to control his heart.

Except for a woman, for the first time in his life, he gave birth to a desire to be close.

In the dim Zen room of Lingji Temple, the air filled him with drowsiness, and he hated the extremely scent of sandalwood, which made him irritable and wanted to kill, she was pure and clear, peaceful and elegant, like the sound of natural sound, Like a gurgling Wang Quan, sweat flowing in his heart, washing his soul, soothing her restless emotions, as if his sinful body was killed in such a voice.

The old bald donkey in Lingji said yes, the Buddha could not cross him, but she could.

During this time, he realized this more clearly.

He will not resist the arrangement of fate, he will get whatever he wants.

His joke, instead of alleviating the stagnant atmosphere in the field, made the atmosphere more rigid.

The boss came out with a smile and rounded off the field: "The joke is a little too big, it's enough!"

The atmosphere suddenly relaxed.

Ye Yan's eyes set off a stormy sea.

She dared not imagine that the man who was laughing like a rosemary in the Scarborough Bazaar in the last second was as intoxicating as a rosemary, but in the next second she could turn her face and turn her face. The horrible things can be said with a smile in the next second.

Her sanity failed to agree with his behavior.

However, my heart is inconsistent and cannot judge such behavior.

A woman walked away from Si Yuanzhen, swinging her rounded hips, and walked to the high bar stool not far from the bar, sitting with her legs crossed, her white and slender legs. There is a dreamy beauty under the lights.

The woman picked up the microphone and hummed a husky British lyric.

The voice of a woman has a unique charm, a very love song, and sings 12 points of emotion.

Ye Yan listened a little.

At the end of the song, the woman shook her microphone and looked at Si Yuanzhen: "I think you need a love song now."

Si Yuanzhen did not refuse, looking at the microphone in the woman's hand for a while, and said, "It seems so."