A cold voice rang out.

The woman on the bed was unbearable, and her white shoulders were dripping with blood, and she was miserable.

Sikong Jue felt a trace of fear in her heart, she didn't dare to imagine that if she believed the words of the ghost elder this time, it would not be Han Bingbing but Mu Xiaoai, and the consequences could be imagined.

If it weren't for Jinxi's sudden appearance, Han Bingbing would have become a cold corpse long ago.

But he would never let this kind of thing happen, Sikong Jue's eyes were cold, and he glanced at the few people next to him.

Jinxi looked at Sikong Jue's gaze and asked, but he never asked, and then got up and stood behind the woman.

"Jue, who is she?" The woman looked at Sikong Jue with a crying voice and asked.

"As You Can See"

After Sikong Jue finished speaking coldly, he walked over and hugged Han Bingbing, whose face was covered with blood, from the bed, and Han Bingbing reacted when he saw someone dragging him.

She looked at the man beside her, let out tears in her eyes, and then collapsed into his arms.

Sikong Jue hugged Han Bing coldly and walked towards the woman's side.

"Jue, have you forgotten our agreement?"

The woman's voice was choked, accompanied by sadness, and tears hung on her face.

Sikong Jue, who walked to the door, took a ・・・・・・ step

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The hazy sun rises on the seashore, and the temperature slowly rises imperceptibly.

After Mu Xiaoai woke up, she found that there were tears on her cheeks, the mobile phone was still firmly held in the palm of her hand, and the sunlight shone through the gauzy white curtain and sprinkled on her body, her lazy appearance had a few traces of softness.

The winter sun is a little hot, and the snow in the yard is slowly melting, Mu Xiaoai realized that the snowman in the yard has already melted, leaving only an empty snow field and a pool of ice water.

Mu Xiaoai smiled bitterly.

At noon, Leng Xue looked at Mu Xiaoai's eyes a little weird, but it was difficult to ask.

"Leng Xue, is this delicious?" Mu Xiaoai smiled and put a piece of tofu in a cold snow bowl.

"It's okay!" Leng Xue looked at her deeply and nodded.

"What about this?" Mu Xiaoai sandwiched a piece of winter melon again and put it in a cold snow bowl.

Leng Xue looked up at Mu Xiaoai, and after looking at it for a long time, she nodded slowly.

"Delicious!"

Looking at Mu Xiaoai's ecstatic expression, she was not at all like the person who cried in her dream last night.

"You-!"

"Hmm!" Mu Xiaoai smiled and looked up at Leng Xue.

"Are you happy?"

"I'm happy!" Mu Xiaoai was stunned for a moment, and then continued to ask, "Why am I unhappy?" ”

Looking at Mu Xiaoai's disguised face, Leng Xue did not pierce it, but comforted in a soft voice, comforting people for the first time in her life, her tone was a little clumsy.

"The young master loves you very much!"

The implication is that what he heard is not credible, Mu Xiaoai ate a meal, and neither of them spoke.

After eating, Leng Xue quietly stayed by Mu Xiaoai's side, watching the gossip reports on TV.

Mu Xiaoai held the remote control in her hand and kept changing the channel.

"According to sources, the head of S-K, who has never shown his true face in front of the media, went to the United States for the New Year with the famous movie star Han Bingbing yesterday"

The host's sweet voice came out of the TV, and Mu Xiaoai stopped what she was doing.