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65. Chapter 65 Pure things cannot be mixed with a little bit of impurities

Jiao Xiaoliu has never thought that she is a good person, but as long as she believes in it, she will not hesitate to go through fire and water. Shangguan Ruoxin is like a sister to her. In fact, they don't have much contact. But Jiao Xiaoliu believes that the first

From the first impression, Ruoxin gave her the impression that she was a porcelain doll protected by a concubine. Although she was born in a dark place like the palace, she was not at all polluted and pure.

Jiao Xiaoliu is a person who grew up in darkness, but she likes all pure things. Therefore, she has been doing her best to protect Ruoxin, hoping that she can always bloom like a lotus. But one thing she forgot, pure

Things cannot be mixed with even a tiny bit of impurities.

The noise around him continued, and some people even vaguely guessed Feng Qianchen's identity.

Jiao Xiaoliu and Shangguan Ruoxin looked at each other like this. Jiao Xiaoliu was still Jiao Xiaoliu, but Shangguan Ruoxin was no longer the same Shangguan Ruoxin.

Jiao Xiaoliu sighed silently, "I understand the purpose of your coming here. When you go back, tell Feng Juechen, 'A wise man will always make mistakes.' This Xiaoxiang Pavilion is my property, Jiao Xiaoliu. I'm afraid his wishful thinking will be ruined."

Failed."

Shangguan Ruoxin pointed at Jiao Xiaoliu, "Okay, okay... I bet you are cruel."

Jiao Xiaoliu smiled bitterly, "Compared with you, I'm far behind."

Shangguan Ruoxin put down her hand and sneered, "I will not marry Feng Qingchen."

Jiao Xiaoliu took Shangguan Ruoxin's hand and said, "Even if you want to marry, do you think Qingchen will still marry you?" Regardless of Shangguan Ruoxin's ugly face, Jiao Xiaoliu lowered his voice and whispered in her ear.

He said quietly, "Xin'er, this is the last time I call you that. From now on, if you insist on being with Feng Juechen, the two of us will break off our friendship from today on." Jiao Xiaoliu finished the last four words word by word.

With this word, Shangguan Ruoxin's face instantly turned pale.

Jiao Xiaoliu let go of Shangguan Ruoxin's hand and said, "Thank you all for coming to my Xiaoxiang Pavilion today. I hope you can keep it secret about what happened today. After all, there are very few elegant places in the world like my Xiaoxiang Pavilion."

.To express my gratitude, I would like to invite the dancing girl..."

Nong Wu, who was drinking tea upstairs, spat out the tea he just drank with a pop, "This Xiao Liu, you know how to frame me..."

Before the words "Nong Wu" could be said, the whole Xiaoxiang Pavilion was suddenly filled with people, and the calls of "Nong Wu girl..." could not be stopped. You know, if you want to watch Nong Wu's dance in Xiaoxiang Pavilion, you have to spend a lot of money.

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There seemed to be mist in Shangguan Ruoxin's eyes. She looked at Jiao Xiaoliu who shouted "Dancing Girl" with everyone and no longer looked at her, and staggered away from Xiaoxiang Pavilion.

Jiao Xiaoliu glanced worriedly at the direction Shangguan Ruoxin left, looked up and saw Feng Qianchen's warm eyes, with a smile on his face.

Nongwu straightened her clothes, took a deep breath, opened the door, showed a charming smile to the person who kept calling her name, made a pause gesture, the call gradually became quieter, Nongwu looked downstairs and mingled with the crowd.

Jiao Xiaoliu raised his chin, "Since the boss has spoken, today, Nongwu will present a new dance for everyone..."

"Okay..." cheers started again.

Nong Wu tapped her toes and flew out like a butterfly. There was no so-called sound of silk and bamboo in her ears. Nong Wu danced gracefully according to the rhythm of her heart. It was like a bouquet of flowers in the bush, twisting with the rhythm of the wind.

Waist. A faint smile always ripples on the face. It is as elegant as a summer lotus. It rotates movingly. Even the hem of the skirt ripples into a hibiscus in the wind. The long black hair is messy in the wind. He looks back and smiles.

, all kinds of charm wrap around the eyebrows...

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