The first time she entered, she was almost strangled to death by Xiang Yutian;
This second time, I just hope that Xiang Yutian, seeing the fate of meeting her when they were young, will just drive her away and not hit her...
Jiang Weiwei raised his hand and touched the gauze on his face, then resolutely reached out and pushed open the door.
The study door is unlocked.
She pushed away easily.
The museum-like study room is filled with a strong cultural atmosphere. The spacious study room can be seen at a glance, the dome is very high, and the murals have a medieval flavor.
There are high piles of files in front of the desk, but Xiang Yutian is not there.
Didn't you say it was in the study room?
"Bang--"
Violent gunfire suddenly rang out at very close range.
Jiang Wei's ears were temporarily paralyzed. She walked towards the direction of the gunshot and was stunned.
Xiang Yutian stood in front of a concave bookshelf.
He was wearing a pure black shirt, wearing headphones, holding a pistol in both hands and shooting violently at the bookshelf in the most standard shooting posture.
Shot after shot.
Crazy shooting.
"Bang! Bang! Bang"
Gunshots rang out one after another, and Jiang Wei couldn't help but cover his ears to prevent himself from being deafened.
The books on the bookshelf were beaten so hard that their pages flew around, and the torn pieces of paper fell down like white snow flying in the sky.
Xiang Yutian stood among the flying confetti, tall and lonely.
Left behind and independent.
The black color of the shirt is the only strong color among the white scraps of paper falling all over the sky, like ink stains falling on white paper.
That picture was shocking to watch.
Jiang Weiyi looked at Xiang Yutian again and couldn't turn his eyes away.
"Bang."
Xiang Yutian fired a blank shot.
No more bullets.
Xiang Yutian took off his earphones and slammed them on them, then threw the gun aside.
The sound is very loud.
He turned his head slightly, stared fiercely at the confetti on the ground, and breathed a little heavily.
Only then did Jiang Weiwei realize that his face was full of uncontrollable anger and gloomy...
He thought she was insulted, that's why he was so angry?
Now is obviously not a good time to talk.
Jiang Weiwei couldn't help but stepped back and didn't notice that his body touched the bookshelf on the side.
"..."
Xiang Yutian turned around abruptly, his expression unable to calm down in time, his pupils almost glowing red, and he stared at her coldly, filled with strong hatred.
"..."
Jiang Wei couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, fear showing on his clean and fair face.
"Miaomiao, why are you here?"
The hatred in Xiang Yutian's eyes flashed away, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he strode towards her.
His face is very charming and his voice is very affectionate.
Jiang Weiwei looked at the bullet holes on the bookshelf behind him and the scraps of paper on the floor. He took a step to the side fearfully and said as calmly as possible, "I didn't expect you to be practicing shooting in the study."
Hearing this, Xiang Yutian glanced back at the messy place and said carelessly, "My hands are itchy for a moment."
She smelled the strong smell of gunpowder smoke on his body.
It's pungent and pungent.
"Are you angry?" she asked.
"No." Xiang Yutian denied immediately.
"Are you angry because of what happened today?" Jiang Weiyi continued to ask, his voice trembling with fear, "I am today..."
"Miaomiao, if I don't ask, you don't have to tell me."
Xiang Yutian smiled slightly, put his hand behind her head, stroked her long black hair, and approached her with a soft face.
Even though his voice was quite gentle, there was an indescribable strength in it.
Needless to say?
Has he already decided that she has been insulted?
"Please let me leave..." Jiang Weiwei stared into his red eyes closely and spoke softly, "Why lock a person up to vent his anger? It's not worth it."