"No, it's just a change of time off with a colleague, today...... Night shift. Xia Yucheng said as she prepared lunch.

"Orange Orange," Jian Yuwei stood at the kitchen door and asked, "Did you wear a hairpin that day?"

"Oh, that's it, of course you have to wear it. ”

"Did they see it? Did you say it looked good?"

Xia Yucheng remembered the hairpin that was broken by Gu Qianyu, and hurriedly replied: "No one saw it, they were busy with dinner that day, and no one would notice that." ”

Jian Yuwei sighed with a complicated expression: "It's a pity, no one has seen such a beautiful thing?"

After speaking, she turned around and walked a few steps, then turned around and asked, "Did you take off the hairpin when you arrived at Gu's house?"

"No, my mom said it was beautiful, of course I wore it all the time. Xia Yucheng thought that her mother was still minding that it was also her birthday, but she couldn't celebrate, so she hurriedly explained with a smile.

Jian Yuwei walked to the dining table and sat down, facing the direction of the kitchen and said, "Did the young master bully you again?"

Xia Yucheng was slightly stunned: "No!"

"What about Madame?"

"Neither!"

"Miss......"

"Mom, don't worry, I won't go to Gu's house anymore, no one will bully me. ”

Jian Yuwei stopped talking, her hands were staggered on her knees, and her fingers were twisted together.

"Your brother is coming back!" she tried her best to stabilize her feelings and said slowly, "I'm just waiting for this day." ”

"Yes!" Speaking of this, Xia Yucheng was a little happy, "In less than a year, my brother will come back." When he comes back, he will be fine. ”

"I'm just waiting for this day!" Jian Yuwei repeated heavily.

At this time, Xia Yucheng's mobile phone rang twice in her pants bag, and she knew that there was a text message. The heart inexplicably seemed to skip a beat, and then the rhythm was out of order.

She took out her mobile phone, and sure enough, the text message was sent by Gu Shaoyang, and it was the address and room number of a five-star hotel.

Is there really no escape?

She frowned, her hands resting on the edge of the pool, deep in thought.

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After dinner, Xia Yucheng deliberately put on a long-sleeved shirt and a pair of long jeans, and then put the paper-cutting folding knife on the desk into his trouser bag.

No matter what kind of outcome awaits her, she can't avoid it after all.

Jian Yuwei thought she was going to work the night shift, so she stuffed a small box of biscuits in her bag: "When you stay up late, eat something too!"

"Thank you, Mom, I'll buy it tomorrow morning and come back early." With that, Xia Yucheng had already opened the door.

They rented an old, somewhat dilapidated three-story house, a passage-like house, where all kinds of people from the bottom of the society lived.

Xia Yucheng closed the door and slowly went downstairs.

She didn't go directly to the hotel, but to Qingyu Garden.

Summer nights, this time is the most pleasant, cool breeze, the fragrance of flowers on the side of the road is slight, people who enjoy the cool in twos and threes, a few naughty children chase each other and play, as soon as you look up, you can see the lights of the distant Yanshan.

She sat on the bench, recalling the pain that made her unforgettable, and her nose couldn't help but sour.

Feeling the paper cutter in her pants bag, she slowly opened it, and the sharp blade flashed coldly in the street lamp.

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