43. The Male Supporting Character in a Tormented Romance

Qiu Yingying, however, leaned over Fan Shengmei, took a deep sniff, declared, "Fan Jie smells so good," and then sauntered away.

True to form, he chose an unorthodox path. Bao Yifan only chuckled. He followed Andy, who was also giggling, to go "catch an adulterer."

"Ququ, family matters should be resolved within the family. Let's go back to the 22nd floor and talk. Ququ, Ququ..." Fan Shengmei appealed to her emotions. Qiu Yingying enthusiastically chimed in with "Ququ," which later made even Fan Shengmei feel that calling her straight by her nickname was more intimate and convenient than anything else.

However, because Lin Haixin's health was deteriorating year by year, his further studies naturally had to be temporarily postponed, and he went to help out at Lin Haixin's company.

Had Zhao Shi not been holding things in his hands, he would undoubtedly have given Xia Qingxiao a knock on the head. This child's tongue was getting sharper and sharper; some things he said sounded terribly reasonable, but upon closer reflection, they seemed like twisted logic—just a clever way of changing the subject.

Initially, I thought he was going to go personally, but after he explained, we understood. He said he needed to stay here to guard Guan Zhi nuo. After all, since he had driven Sun Na away, he feared that Sun Na might find out Guan Zhi nuo was not dead and return, and he was the only one here capable of standing up to Sun Na.

From the match against the War Tiger Team, the crucial role played by the River King at the critical moment was clearly visible.

Seeing the two of them exchange such polite remarks, the rock in my chest finally dropped. This homecoming visit turned out better than expected; Lin Rongshen was quite polite, and I could be considered magnanimous.

Coach Fan of the Sixth Sense Team, along with substitute players Zhang Jing, Li Yuanyuan, Siyan, and others, could not help but scream and cheer. The people around them turned their gazes over just in time to see Xia Luo strip off his shirt and trousers, in the middle of changing into his athletic jersey and shorts.

Perhaps disgusted by the arrogant attitude the two still maintained, the soldiers immediately grabbed a filthy, tattered rag and stuffed it into their mouths.

Having said this, the "real Aeschyn" casually walked over to an empty seat and sat down.

Wen Sheda reached out and pointed at Wen Xu: "Well, your luck has come today. Shixu not only cooks up a storm, but he is also a master at skewering and grilling. Almost all those barbecue spots in our village learned their skills from him, and their business is booming."

"Clack..." Suddenly, a crisp yet sharp sound drew everyone's attention back. Following the sound, they saw a giant wall clock materialize behind the youth, its hands ticking incessantly.

Lin Yanghao was thoroughly stunned by Chen Menghui. This girl was simply too adorable; being ditzy to this extent was truly one of a kind.

Simply by typing one's name into a computer, one could discover a multitude of people sharing the exact same first and last name.

Constructed from rocks of five colors—black, white, red, cyan, and yellow—it was barren, devoid of vegetation, eerie, and clearly a convergence point and crystallization of the Five Elements.

She had been murdered when struck on the back of the head with a blunt instrument, after which her corpse was packed into a suitcase and hidden inside Ren Qinqin's rented apartment.

Just like that, Wen Xu, along with the old farmer hitching the livestock, a group of police officers, and wounded soldiers, took charge of guarding the livestock and supplies, while the armed police and soldiers divided into four teams and surrounded the houses on the hillside.

"Misato-san... you've had too much to drink!" Shinji Ikari, with his neck in a chokehold, patted Misato Katsuragi's arm with a grimace, trying to wriggle out from underneath it.

"Very well, very well. For Feifei's sake, I will spare you. I hope you can turn over a new leaf in the future." Lin Yanghao went along with the flow, casting a grateful glance at Luo Feifei.

Within the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, Wanying firmly believed that the Emperor would surely not refuse to see her, yet when the vermilion gates slowly opened, the person who emerged was none other than Noble Consort Zhen.

Huge green vines bursting from the underground attempted to bind it, but because it existed purely in the form of light, wrapping around it proved utterly impossible.

Soft and gentle, pleasant to the ear, yet its timbre made Ruyi feel at this moment somewhat reminiscent of Leng Yilin.

Leng Bing had no wish to see Lei Yanjun; she simply walked straight ahead, pretending not to have heard what he said.

"Is love born only when one marries a single person?" Yet he had so many people in his inner courtyard; even if he did not love them, that remained a fact. Was that why she yearned for it? "Just like how Gu Xiuyuan went to such painstaking lengths to marry Yun'er?" Mozhi Yu counter-questioned.

His wife had been pampered for so long yet still hadn't gained any meat on her bones. Damn that Wen Jingxian; he truly shouldn't have been let off so easily, and he would have to find a chance to beat him up again later.

"Hmph, do they understand any rules at all? For me to be summoned to serve in the bedchamber mere days after entering the manor is simply a slap to my face! I barely have enough for myself, how could I possibly share him with them?" Qingcheng spoke with such agitation, completely unaware that Mozhi Yu's eyes had already changed color.

Liu Wankang was utterly astonished inside; he had not expected the person before him to be willing to share such confidential intelligence.

Today's timing was also rather fortuitous; he was already somewhat weary of wandering around with those brainless brutes with tiger bodies, as it truly detracted from his majestic reputation.

At a single glance, Chu Hao could not help but frown. The process of casting the Death Curse was simple enough; it merely required an altar contract.

Even before getting close, Lin Feifan could already feel the fluctuation pulling him toward the safe house. Although Lin Feifan had not made any preparations, he felt no aversion to this fluctuation whatsoever. On the contrary, deep within his soul, a similar fluctuation stirred in response.

When the Hour of the Rat arrived, the old monk, accompanied by a group of monks, finally finished their work at the Ding family estate and returned to their temple.

It was just an ordinary expression of concern, but for some reason, Luna suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to weep. Resisting her impulse not at all, she gently rested her head on Daisy's shoulder and cried quietly.

His selfish motive was not to make money, but to earn Life Points. None of the powerful and wealthy elites present would ever guess this, nor would they ever imagine that such a supreme treasure as the Chaos Potted Plant existed in this world.