The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me Chapter 1293: 1215: Really Like Her

Chapter 1293: Chapter 1215: Really Like Her

At least Ye Ranran isn’t dead now, and Song Ze died trying to save her, so for the sake of Song Ze’s face, Jun Mochan will spare her life.

“Anyway, that’s all I have to say. What you think is up to you. Jun Mochan isn’t going to let go anyway, and if I’m going to die, I’m taking Ye Ranran down with ,” Xia Shi said through gritted teeth.

Song Yue hadn’t replied when a hand snatched the smartphone from her grasp: “Is that so? Just so happens, I can’t wait for you to die either.”

“Ye Ranran, how could you be there?” Xia Shi exclaid in shock.

“Why couldn’t I be here?” Ye Ranran glanced at Song Yue, whose mouth was covered by One, her eyes curving into crescents: “By the way, I have to tell you, the court has made its verdict. Before you and I romantically perish together, you owe an apology first.”

“Who said anything about perishing with you? Ye Ranran, can’t you have so sha when you speak?”

“If it’s not about perishing together, then why drag down with you? I thought you liked a lot.”

Xia Shi on the other end almost threw up: “I hate you. Since you all don’t plan to let go, I might as well take you down with , so I won’t be at a loss.”

“True, you won’t be at a loss, but I am. From your organs to your core, not just your body, but even your soul is filthy. I have a slight touch of germophobia. Being with you, I’m afraid I’ll dirty my pure soul,” Ye Ranran’s voice was gentle, like a breeze brushing against leaves, creating a soft rustling sound.

But by the ti it reached Xia Shi’s ears, it transford into a resounding echo, painfully banging against her eardrums.

“Purity? Ye Ranran, you sure have the nerve to say that. I’m afraid if we peel back the layers of your heart, it’d be even dirtier than mine,” Xia Shi sneered sarcastically, her voice processed to be sharp and thin, like a needle piercing the ears.

“Oh, then I’m unwilling to join you and the rest of your seductive rabble. After all, soone like is more suited to living in darkness, blooming like a night-blooming cereus. As for you, you’re more of a foxtail weed. Different classes, how can we mix?”

After that, there was no more voice from the other end, and soon the dial tone ca through.

Ye Ranran slamd the smartphone onto Song Yue’s face: “There, one down. Now it’s your turn.”

Her icy gaze swept over Song Yue’s shoulder: “Haven’t you learned your lesson from that stab last ti? Sending to rehab? Hmm, brilliant idea. Do you think I’m too lonely and need more company, is that it?”

Song Yue didn’t speak, her gaze silently tornting Ye Ranran.

“Don’t look at like that.” Ye Ranran drew out a fruit knife: “Ah, why do you always prepare the perfect tool for the cri for ? Even if I don’t have the heart to, I can’t refuse your kindness.”

“Mmm mmm mmm…” Muffled monosyllables escaped from behind the covered mouth.

Ye Ranran flipped the fruit knife over, the lamplight reflecting off the blade, casting an even colder light on her face.

Like the perennial ice on a lofty mountain peak, one could feel the chill without even getting close.

“Let her go,” Ye Ranran said, picking up a tissue and carefully wiping the blade.

One complied and released Song Yue.

Song Yue imdiately moved her hand toward the ergency call button.

Before she could touch it, a sharp pain shot through the back of her hand, and she retracted it as if shocked by electricity.

A long, bloody scratch had appeared on the back of her hand, clearly the work of Ye Ranran.

“Don’t act rashly, okay? Blades are blind, it would be unfortunate if I accidentally chop off your hand, wouldn’t you agree?”