Warning : Providence the Beauty is Driven to Villainy

63 The emperor’s teacher (2)_

It was getting late, and the busy streets had a sense of desolation. There were fewer and fewer pedestrians, and the coldness brought by the wind was gradually becoming clear.

The little girl stood alone at the corner of the street, her black eyes bright but also a little helpless.

He looked really pitiful.

“..”

Little cabbage, yellow in the ground ~

The corner of Chu yanhuan’s eyes twitched. She squatted down silently and held her soft white face with her hand. She sighed.

Why did he feel that she was so miserable?

He was like a little beggar, just short of a broken bowl in front of him!

It was a coincidence.

At this time, a handsome little boy approached and placed a silver ingot in front of her. He smiled shyly at her and said in a baby voice.

“Little girl, go buy something to eat ... Ah, my mother is here to find me!”

“Little sister, goodbye!”

As he spoke, the child ran far away. In the distance, there was a gentle-looking Madam who seemed to be the child’s mother.

“..”

The corner of Chu yanhuan’s eyes continued to Twitch. She felt like she had lost all hope in life.

If she said that she was not a beggar, would you believe her?

The little girl’s snow-white and exquisite face was stoic as she waved her little claws at the mother and son.

He hesitated for a moment.

Chu yanhuan still picked up the silver ingot.

It would be a waste not to take it. She wasn’t stupid. She was a poor penniless little girl now.

..

Ten minutes later.

Chu yanhuan continued to squat in the corner, silently eating her shaobing.

It was quite fragrant.

Weng~

The little girl’s head drooped, and her hair was stained with snow. She was mumbling something in a low voice.

I, Fu Shang, have fallen to such a state. If I didn’t promise Jun Heng that I wouldn’t use my power in the small world, I would have ...

“I’m going to destroy that stupid system sooner or later. He didn’t even give me the plot.”

The little girl looked like she was carved from Jade, and she was mumbling to herself with a straight face. She looked pitiful and cute.

After finishing the shaobing, Chu yanhuan patted her little paws and stood up.

No, she couldn’t just sit around and wait for death.

Lifting her eyes, she looked around. Chu yanhuan’s eyes fell on a carriage that was parked by the side of the road.

The exterior of the carriage looked simple, but upon closer inspection, even the curtains on the windows were made of high-quality brocade, low-key yet exquisite.

Yes, he was a rich Big Boss.

She was going to scam him!

*

The carriage stopped by the side of the road, and the servant seemed to have gone to buy something.

The little girl sneakily climbed up, then lifted the curtain and peeked inside.

He could see it.

It was a young man.

But it had already begun to show its magnificence.

Incense was burning in the car, and the young man’s side profile was slightly blurred in the lingering smoke, but the general outline could still be seen. His nose was high, and his side profile was exquisite and perfect.

He was taking a nap with his eyes closed and his head propped up on one hand. His wrist was exposed from his sleeve, and it was as white as Jade.

Chu yanhuan was stunned.

The little girl’s foot slipped, and she let out a very short cry. She clung to the carriage with all her might, so that she did not fall.

Her thick, curled eyelashes trembled twice. Shen Qingyu had woken up.

The teenager raised his dark and cold eyes and looked straight at Chu yanhuan outside the window. His glass-like eyes were clear, like the unique coldness of the top of a Snow Mountain that never melted.

“..”

It was a little awkward.

But because of this, Chu yanhuan could see his face clearly.

His eyebrows were like a painting, and his thin lips were like flowers.

The young man’s eyes were as clear as snow.

She was so exquisite that she was almost beautiful.

Chen Qingyu glanced at her indifferently. Her eyes weren’t cold, but there was an indescribable sense of distance.

...

“Who are you?”

His voice was as clear as snow, with a slight magnetism unique to the young man.

His tone was neither cold nor arrogant, but one could clearly feel his indifference.