攻略偏执狂[快穿]

Love Sister Madness

　　Sister Li was stunned, looked carefully, and ran out holding an umbrella: "Mr. Wen, why did you come back in the rain?"

　　Wen Yishu's eyes moved, she turned to look at the people around her, and smiled gracefully as usual: "Sister Li, you go to rest first..."

　　He stopped mid-sentence. Wen Yishu reached out and touched the corners of his curled lips. He was used to wearing this mask in front of everyone.

　　Except for one person.

　　Except...

　　Wen Yishu's breathing froze for a second, then she thought of something and walked quickly towards the study.

　　On the desk, two books were quietly placed. They were the two books Jiang Fei had given him. It was also a rare time for him to relax.

　　What did he give Jiang Fei?

　　Use, and... a bank card asking her to leave Jincheng.

　　My heart hurt suddenly.

　　Wen Yishu's face turned pale.

　　What hurts is not the game, but her choice.

　　She chose Luo Shi.

　　Turn around decisively, even if your back is injured, you don't care.

　　Ke Luo Shi is also using her!

　　Wen Yishu coughed.

　　"Mr. Wen is willing to marry her?" Luo Shi once asked him.

　　He had scarcely thought of marriage at that time. He has witnessed rotten marriages and has no yearning for marriage.

　　But……

　　Wen Yishu took out the bank card and held it tightly.

　　He was even a little lucky that Jiang Fei didn't accept it and chose to leave.

　　Because he doesn't want her to leave.

　　Wen Yishu took out her cell phone, turned it on, found a familiar number and dialed it.

　　…

　　Jiang Fei was taking a comfortable bath when he received Wen Yishu's call.

　　The injury on her back was not painful, but her body felt very uncomfortable after being exposed to the rain. Fortunately, she had gained a lot, and her mood also became joyful.

　　Wen Yishu's favorability went beyond liking and reached 80, the boundary between liking and love.

　　Luo Shi's favorability level also reached 15.

　　Even the favorability score of Cheng Ji, whom we met only once, inexplicably increased to 10.

　　What a smooth day.

　　The cell phone also rang at this time.

　　"Hello?" She picked up the question.

　　"..." It was very quiet on the phone, only the sound of gentle breathing could be heard.

　　"Brother Wen?" Jiang Fei called softly.

　　Wen Yishu said: "Have you applied any medicine to the injury on your back?"

　　Jiang Fei responded in a low voice: "Yes."

　　Wen Yishu was silent. He wanted to ask "Who gave you the medicine?" but he knew the answer, so why bother asking again.

　　"Are you free tomorrow?" he said.

　　Jiang Fei pondered for a few seconds: "What's the matter?"

　　"Tomorrow night at six o'clock, the same place, on the top floor of the restaurant," Wen Yishu smiled, "Feifei, I'll wait for you."

　　After hanging up the phone, Jiang Fei threw the phone aside, walked out of the bathroom wrapped in pajamas, and looked at the night scene outside the window.

　　In the original plot, the interaction between Wen Yishu and the original owner gradually faded away after the original owner fell in love with Luo Shi. After Luo Shi proposed , they were never alone together again.

　　Now, Wen Yishu makes an appointment with her...

　　Jiang Fei looked in the direction of the master bedroom and curled his lips almost imperceptibly.

　　She was looking forward to it.

　　Night and day passed quickly.

　　The next evening, Jiang Fei took one last look at himself in the mirror and set off for the restaurant on time.

　　The waiter in the restaurant already knew her, sent her to the top floor and left with a smile.

　　Today, the top floor is still the same glass room. When you look up, you can see the starry sky and the bustling night scene in the distance.

　　But it was a little different, it seemed more gorgeous, the wall lamps embedded around it were on, and the whole room was filled with a faint floral fragrance.

　　Wen Yishu stood quietly in the middle, wearing a crisp black suede suit. Her figure was tall and tall, and she looked like an aristocratic prince in an oil painting. However, her face was pale and a little weak, and her lips did not smile as usual, but pursed slightly. Like nervousness.

　　Jiang Fei walked closer: "Brother Wen?"

　　Wen Yishu looked at her seriously: "Feifei, how is your injury?"

　　Jiang Fei squinted his eyes and laughed: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

　　Wen Yishu looked at the smile on her lips, and for a long time reached out to rub the corners of her lips.

　　Jiang Fei's eyelashes trembled: "Brother Wen, what's wrong with you?"

　　Wen Yishu paused with her fingertips, took out a black brocade box from her pocket, opened it gently, and saw a diamond ring shining brightly under the light:

　　"Feifei, will you marry me?"

　　He knew that only by getting married could Luo Shi end this game. From the moment he started to soften his heart and couldn't bear to hurt Jiang Fei, he lost.

　　Jiang Fei's eyes were full of surprise and he took two steps back.

　　Wen Yishu's breathing became cautious: "Feifei, let's get married."

　　Jiang Fei was silent for two seconds: "Brother Wen..."

　　Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted.

　　The elevator door opened with a "ding" and the wheelchair slowly walked out. Luo Shi lowered his eyes slightly and walked out holding the wheelchair, as if he had come out of hell, playing with a recording pen in his hand.

　　He raised his head and looked directly at Jiang Fei, then glanced at the ring with a sinister look, but the next second he laughed: "Mr. Wen has paid so much."

　　As he spoke, Luo Shi pressed the recorder lightly, and a familiar and elegant voice came:

　　"...Mr. After Wanwan is no longer a threat, send her away from Jincheng and never come back here again."

　　Chapter 12 Love Sister Madness 12

　　The sound from the recorder was low and dull, ringing quietly in the gorgeous glass room on the top floor.

　　The blood on Wen Yishu's face seemed to have been drained out of her face in an instant, turning pale, and the diamond ring in her hand seemed to be of great weight.

　　Jiang Fei lowered his eyes. Luo Shi had indeed made preparations for this game. From the beginning, he would not lose.