Chapter 16 I've grown accustomed to life and death.
Yun Yang clearly heard his three consecutive words of bewilderment.
Of course not.
Damn it.
Brother Ji said it's your mom's.
Fu Xiaoting: [Okay, my mom's]
Yun Yang: "..."
Anyone who didn't know better would think you could read my mind.
Seeing that Fu Xiaoting was frowning and not speaking, Jujiro assumed that he had been reminded of something by the man.
He immediately turned his attention to Yun Yang, shouting sternly, "What are you all standing there for! Quickly return the necklace to the master!"
Yunyang held the necklace and stood still.
because--
There's no reason to take back what's given away!
[I am Fu Xiaoting, a citizen of a 5000-year-old civilization, a World Cup final watcher who stays up all night, a candidate for Ultraman's human host, and an advanced individual in garbage sorting in the galaxy. Even Dr. Zombie King, piloting a super-large fighting machine, can't defeat me. How can I go back on my word?]
Yun Yang: "..."
If Xiaoting could speak, that would be so much better; then she wouldn't just be bothering herself.
When Jujiro saw that Yun Yang dared to defy him, he was furious.
"You're asking for it!"
He suddenly pulled the gun out from his lower back again, the dark muzzle pointing directly at Yun Yang's forehead.
"I'll say it one last time, hand over the necklace!"
Yun Yang: "..."
Here we go again, Brother Kei, your gun is a veteran actor.
She stared at Fu Xiaoting expectantly, hoping for a quick response!
At this critical moment.
"Clang!"
A crisp sound!
A white porcelain plate flew past Giulio's ear and shattered into pieces on the floor tiles beneath his feet.
Gukiro was completely stunned.
She slowly turned her head and looked at Fu Xiaoting in disbelief.
Fu Xiaoting's face was so gloomy it could drip water, and his unfathomable black eyes were churning with terrifying rage.
Gukiro's face turned pale instantly.
"I'm sorry, sir! I overstepped my bounds!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Gukiro swiftly withdrew his gun, bent over sharply, bowed ninety degrees, his head almost touching the ground.
At that moment, he finally realized, albeit belatedly, that the master's tolerance for this maid far exceeded his expectations.
Until the wheelchair was far away.
Jujiro slowly straightened up, his emerald eyes like poisoned knives, slashing fiercely at Yun Yang.
When Yun Yang met his murderous gaze, her heart still involuntarily clenched.
I was genuinely scared.
But we won't lose face!
She took a deep breath and, in front of Giulio, raised her hand and put the heavy platinum necklace around her neck.
The diamond on the pendant wasn't large, but it was perfectly cut. As she moved, it refracted a dazzling light under the lamplight, making people dizzy.
If this were set in an ancient palace drama, Fu Xiaoting would be an unpredictable emperor, and Jujiro would be Su Peisheng.
Then wouldn't she be considered a favored concubine of the emperor, Aunt Fangruo?
We're all just trying to make a living for the boss, why should we be controlled by Giukello!
This day felt longer than the three days of the college entrance exam.
Exhausted and scared to death.
Yun Yang dragged her lifeless body back to the dormitory, her steps unsteady.
The Owl Garden was quiet at night, with only the occasional sound of patrolling footsteps echoing in the distance.
When she reached the grove of trees outside the dormitory building, she saw a familiar figure in the distance.
It is quiet.
A person stood in the dark shadows of the trees, swaying slightly, muttering to himself.
The scene was somewhat eerie late at night.
Yun Yang tiptoed and quietly approached.
Upon closer inspection, it became clear that he wasn't talking to himself at all.
Anjing was holding someone in her arms, and the two of them were kissing passionately.
That person... is so dark-skinned.
It's not an adjective; it's black in a physical sense.
She seemed to blend completely into the night. If it weren't for her dark gray suit, Yun Yang would have almost thought that An Jing was hugging a tree and gnawing on it.
Yunyang pretended not to see it and planned to walk around it.
The two people in the darkness seemed to sense something and suddenly separated.
Anjing saw that it was Yunyang and greeted her warmly.
"Yangyang, you're back!"
As she spoke, she quickly said goodbye to the young Black man in English.
The black guy nodded amicably to Yunyang, revealing a set of bright white teeth that stood out against the night, before turning and quickly disappearing into the darkness.
"Here you go, the shampoo you wanted."
Anjing stuffed a plastic bag into Yunyang's hand, smiling brightly.
"Thanks."
Yunyang took the bag; it felt heavy in her hand. It contained not only shampoo, but also conditioner and facial cleanser.
One hundred dollars probably isn't enough.
Yun Yang looked up and unconsciously glanced at the black guy walking and jumping not far away.
Suddenly, Anjing reached out and blocked her view, her tone carrying a hint of girlish coquettishness and possessiveness.
"Hey, stop looking, that's my boyfriend."
It felt like if Yun Yang glanced at him even once more, she could steal her boyfriend away.
Yun Yang just felt that An Jing was a reliable and easy-going person.
I was speechless at the opponent's actions.
"Don't worry, I'm not interested in Black people," she said truthfully.
Anjing pouted and said, "What's wrong with Black people? My friend said that when looking for a boyfriend, you have to find someone like that. They're not superficial; you couldn't find one even with a lantern!"
Looking at An Jing's innocent, naive, and self-righteous face, Yun Yang couldn't help but offer a word of advice.
"Your friend... I advise you to stay away from her."
An Jing's smile remained unchanged.
"Yes, it's quite far away. My friend is Anna, you know. She's dead. If she weren't dead, I wouldn't be able to come to work in the main building."
I don't know if it's just my imagination, but when the word "death" is mentioned...
Yun Yang caught a fleeting, eerie excitement on An Jing's face.
A chill ran down her spine for no apparent reason.
However, she quickly dismissed the thought.
As far as she knew, An Jing was born in this manor and had seen all sorts of life and death...
After returning to the dormitory.
Yunyang made a dense list, which included not only skincare products and changes of clothes, but also a whole bunch of junk food such as potato chips, spicy strips, cola, and self-heating hot pot.
Then he gave Anjing 10,000 yuan directly: "There's a lot of stuff, so consider the rest of the money as a reward for your hard work."
Looking at the money in her hand, Anjing's eyes suddenly lit up with an amazing light: "Yangyang, don't worry, I'll definitely bring everything back to you tomorrow night!"
Seeing An Jing's greedy and greedy appearance, Yun Yang felt relieved.
Once this shopping channel is established, life on this isolated island will be much easier.
Anyway, universities often close campuses and don't allow students to leave these days, so it doesn't seem to make much difference if you just go to jail somewhere else.
The next morning, Yunyang finished washing up and walked towards the main building restaurant, humming a little tune.
As soon as you enter, you see An Jing standing next to Fu Xiaoting's wheelchair in the spacious and bright restaurant.
She was wearing a brand new maid uniform, the skirt of which was much shorter than Yunyang's and the others', outlining her slender waist.
She wore delicate, light makeup and was holding a bowl of white porridge, speaking softly to Fu Xiaoting.
"Sir, this is some milk and oatmeal porridge that I specially asked the kitchen to make for you. Considering that your stomach is still recovering, I didn't add any complicated seasonings, just some freshly peeled nuts and naturally dried fruit. It's just right to drink it warm..."
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