Ruthless Host and Her Little Darling Quick Transmigration

Chapter 261 Apocalypse 26

Qi Ruiguang was also stunned by Liao Huanhuan's speech.

The flames of anger surged forth like a tidal wave.

He doesn't hit women, really! But his hands have their own ideas, and he can't help but want to give the woman opposite him a stupid slap.

"Ahhh, help! Someone's being hit! The president of Ori is hitting someone!" Liao Huanhuan screamed, clutching her head and spouting reckless words, truly embodying the "Ignorant of Death" technique.

However, even as Qi Ruiguang's gums bled from anger, he didn't actually slap her.

Unrepentant and utterly shameless. What good would it do to kill such a despicable person?

Qi Ruiguang had nowhere to vent his anger, so he could only slam his hand down and leave without looking back.

If he stayed any longer, the fire in his chest would destroy his reason, and at that point, he might do anything when he was completely out of his mind.

The outcome is painful for loved ones and joyful for enemies; it's simply not worth it.

Calm down!

The person can't escape, and even if they do, we can catch them again. No rush, no rush.

But I'm still so angry!

So annoying!

She has such a pretty and cute face, yet the words she speaks are so vicious, and her skin is as deep as the Mariana Trench, making it impossible for ordinary people to fathom its depths.

Standing outside, Qi Ruiguang still felt suffocated and short of breath, and his heart was heavy with sadness.

My good friend is dead, and we can't find the killer.

My best friend's girlfriend cheated on me with ease.

There were signs even earlier.

All the previous flirting and suspicious points became evidence that Liao Huanhuan, as his girlfriend, didn't care about her good brother at all.

All the pent-up frustrations have found an outlet, but due to legal and moral constraints, this outlet cannot be released immediately.

After Qi Ruiguang left, Liao Huanhuan immediately reverted to her old ways.

Qi Ruiguang found Liao Huanhuan despicable, but Ou Weiyang only saw her as alert and adorable, like a little animal.

That's what makes being love-struck so terrifying.

If his good friend Ou Weiyang were still alive, what would he do?

Perhaps no matter how awful the other person's actions, as long as they have an angelic appearance and a flimsy excuse, even if that excuse is just something they made up, they'll cover it up for you. You can continue to live happily ever after, immersed in an ocean of love.

Damn it, thinking about it makes me even angrier.

Qi Ruiguang left to find a place where he could calm down.

Liao Huanhuan, unable to hear any movement for a long time, timidly looked around. Qi Ruiguang was no longer there; only a young couple was pointing and whispering.

Liao Huanhuan glared back fiercely, showing none of her previous cowardice. Instead, she appeared angry and regretful.

What a great big fish!

If only I had dealt with him sooner... I was too soft-hearted. I didn't touch him before because of Ou Weiyang, and now it's too late.

When they realized they hadn't paid the bill before leaving, their regret turned into fury.

Nothing seems right to me.

The phone is mine, but the shop belongs to someone else.

The stray dogs on the roadside have no owners, but they can go crazy and bite people.

Nothing goes right.

Liao Huanhuan stomped her foot angrily, completely losing interest.

She carried her bag, unusually without bringing anyone with her, and walked down the street sullenly.

It was a little after 4 p.m.

The sun was high in the sky, not yet set. The crowd seemed to feel the oppressive darkness and hurried home.

Many shops have begun their final preparations, and the once bustling, brightly lit streets are now forced to close.

Liao Huanhuan lived not far from home, yet she hesitated. She stood out from the hurried figures around her, believing herself unique and unconventional. She was a pure white lotus, untainted by the mud. She thought that with a flick of her finger, men would obediently grovel at her feet.

She was still determined to bring something back, even something small would do; she wouldn't mind, she just couldn't go home empty-handed.

A thief never leaves empty-handed.

The saying goes, "Love what you do," and laziness is the biggest enemy on the road to culinary excellence.

She always encouraged herself in this way.

Liao Huanhuan lingered at the entrance of the internet cafe, but ultimately did not go in.

She was afraid of dying.

She is self-aware.

"So what if you're afraid of death? Everyone is afraid of death, it's no big deal."

Liao Huanhuan has always been so self-righteous.

Thinking of the person who always made her run into trouble, Liao Huanhuan started to feel resentful again, muttering and muttering to herself.

"Damn it, if it weren't for Cheng Yaojin jumping out halfway, meddling in other people's business, causing trouble where there was none, and like a dog catching a mouse, we would have gone home with a full load today."

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"

Liao Huanhuan kicked up an unidentified object, responding with a muffled groan from a man.

"Hi~"

Pain mixed with restraint, it's kind of like...

Liao Huanhuan blushed shyly.

It sounds so good.

What kind of face does such a voice have?

Liao Huanhuan looked over curiously.

Eyes facing each other.

One is petite and slender, the other is handsome and sunny.

That's my type.

Very well, woman, you've successfully caught my attention.

"gentlemen……"

"Miss……"

The two spoke at the same time, and then stopped talking at the same time.

This damn understanding.

Pink bubbles seemed to float in the air.

It seemed like a beautiful encounter, as wonderful as a story.

The two walked home hand in hand, their unspoken understanding evident. Neither seemed to realize that something was amiss in their first meeting.

This seems to be the correct way to do it.

Princes marry princesses, poor girls marry noblemen—it's only natural, a match made in heaven, and it should be so.

Darkness engulfed the city, and the last rays of the sun reluctantly retreated.

Qi Ruiguang sat on the sofa, his eyes never leaving Mu Lingxi from afternoon until evening.

Mu Lingxi ignored him; what he needed now was not comfort, but companionship.

She was busy with her own thing.

In fact, most of the work has been handed over to her adoptive father; her most important task now is to wait for further instructions.

She also knew that this matter was not easy to handle.

I stood up and stretched; there were still a few streaks of sunset in the sky outside.

It's going to be dark soon.

Mu Lingqi took the initiative to pull the person's arm and walked directly towards the restaurant.

Qi Ruiguang cooperated fully, and kept inwardly condemning himself, feeling both sad and happy.

The elevator doors opened, and a uniformed waiter stepped out. He greeted the two politely and asked where they were going and if they needed any assistance. The two declined and then turned to leave.

The waiter was gentle and had a smiling face; he seemed to be a very good-tempered person.

The two entered the elevator and remained silent all the way to the restaurant.

While waiting for her meal, Mu Lingxi decided to offer some words of comfort.

The dead are gone, but the living must go on living.

He doesn't want you to be so sad.

……

These words of comfort only went through my mind once.

Neither of them is quite suitable.

In the end, it was just five dry words: "It will all pass." Everything will be alright.

"So it wasn't your friend who died?"

The eyes that looked over were bloodshot, and the emotions within them were unreadable to her.

She stood there, stunned, almost thinking she had misheard.

what did he say?

I must have misheard.

I haven't misunderstood the malice in those words, have I?

What did she do wrong to deserve such vicious words from him?

Did she knock him down when they met? Or was it because she often teased him and harbored resentment?

With a relationship like that, surely it shouldn't come to this?

Isn't it?

Then I felt relieved.

It doesn't matter. Since that's the case, there's no need for the relationship between the two of them to continue.