Zhao Qinghe thought, I agreed, but I couldn't do it, what is the difference between it and treachery? How is it different from those gentlemen and classmates who praised him for being smart on the surface and scolded him behind his back?

Some of the memories were gone, some of them were suddenly clear, and he roughly understood why he didn't like to read. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Zhao Qinghe was indifferent to leave, and the man reminded him that the carriage was still there.

He didn't want anyone else to rush to it, so he paced to the stable at the back of the restaurant.

The old horse was well fed, and when he saw him neighing, he flicked his silver mane.

The carriage seemed to have been abandoned for a long time in the shadow of the corner, and it felt more dilapidated and older than it first looked.

Zhao Qinghe led the horse over, lifted the wooden wheel and set the car, and was about to jump into the driver's seat, when he caught a glimpse of a silhouette in the car out of the corner of his eye.

The shadow was almost thicker than ink, and only a corner of the skirt had not been closed in time, like a withered petal fragment.

His eyes widened slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "Xia Su? ”

The shadow moved, the corners of the skirt retracted, and someone snorted.

Which play is this? Hide and seek?

But the fact that she didn't leave made his dark psychology quickly dissipate, and his tone was indifferent, with a chuckle, "Could it be that you're sleepy again?" ”

He didn't listen to her, so he went into the car to look.

She is very defensive, and he is also cautious, keeping a suspicion in everything.

And before the car turned around, he had to make sure that it was Xia Su, not a living person who was confused by the wrong car, or a beggar thief who wanted to give him a stick in the back of his head.

When he saw the man, he couldn't help but be surprised.

Although Xia Su is Xia Su, he has dense sweat on his forehead, his originally neatly combed black hair is scattered over his shoulders, and some green silk is wet and sticky to his cheeks.

Her jacket was crumpled and squeezed into another corner, and her hands clutched at the hem of her undergarment, the ties in a mess.

Blue cotton's sleeves and shoulder cloth were soaked with sweat, pressing against her arms and shoulders.

Her skirt was also folded randomly, dragging it and shortening it on the other, revealing inch-long white socks.

Zhao Qinghe didn't think about it, the big palm immediately stroked her cheek, held up the thin neck at the back of her head, felt the other party's body temperature soar under the palm, and the bubbling neck pulse rushed, and without hesitation, he took the person into his arms, and gently patted her face with the other hand, calling her name.

Someone attacked Xia Su?!

Who will it be?

His mind was racing.

The villain who framed Hu's daughter? Or is it a wicked guest who sees her eating alone, and therefore thinks of evil? Or even a guy in a restaurant, a shopkeeper or a handyman? Or is it simply a black shop and a black street? Passers-by are suspicious?

The question marks came one after another, and then he began to blame himself, he shouldn't have left her alone in the store, he should have taken her to see Hu Shi together, and he should have sent her home directly to avoid her being involved in this villain case.

He was so carried away that he forgot that the woman was walking outside, and the potential danger was far greater than he had always realized.

While asking himself and blaming himself, he kept patting, and he didn't notice that the person in his arms frowned uncomfortably and opened his eyes, and began to show a fierce light.

"Stop."

Zhao Qinghe didn't shoot hard, which didn't mean that Xia Su enjoyed it, not to mention that her whole body was cramping and sore, and she was so tired that she didn't have the strength to speak.

The voice was too small, so naturally no one paid attention to it, she had to yell loudly, and at the same time slapped his face with a palm, "Zhao Qinghe!" You dare to hit me?! ”

The wind of her hand didn't even touch his skin, but it caught him unconsciously.

He was infinitely powerful, and her hand was like a piece of tofu in his hand, and the pain made her sweat hot and cold sweat flow together.

But she was stubborn, ruthless, never begged for mercy, and didn't shout.

Until Zhao Qinghe realized his power and hurriedly let go of her.

Xia Su clenched his fist, shrunk behind his back, and moved to the other side of the carriage.

"You ......" what did she wince? Zhao Qinghe didn't know that his observation power was zero at the moment, "Don't be afraid, I'm your brother-in-law, and the person who attacked you is no longer here." ”

Yes? Xia Su was sweating, faster than Zhao Qinghe's reaction, "Who else attacked me besides you?" Swing your fist in front of him, "My hand almost crushed you." You used to be just stupid, but now you're mean, what do you want to do while I'm sleeping? ”

Zhao Qinghe's proud calm brain returned, but he couldn't believe that his judgment would be so outrageous, "Are you sleeping?" ”

"Am I eating?" Xia Su snorted coldly.

Zhao Qinghe felt that his brain was bursting with green tendons, although his judgment was abnormal, the reason for it was mysterious for the time being, just looking at her messy appearance, who could be when she was sleeping?

"In broad daylight, you take off your coat...... "His fingers clicked at her in the air, thinking that he was close, and his eyesight was good, and he couldn't mistake the blue cotton hidden flower case on her body, sure and determined, it was the legendary bandeau," ...... In a place where people come and go, just fall asleep in rags? "If you say it, you will be beaten to death by her!

No, no, he didn't dwell on this, but she actually, how, could she sleep?!

Xia Su slowly lowered her head, slowly tied her belt, slowly put on her coat, and slowly patted her skirt.

"It was stuffy in the car. Poor sleep appearance. ”

Eight words, explaining all the "visions".

Although, there is a hot patch on the back of her neck, like a pinprick, her cheeks are numb and hot from being slapped by someone's rough palm, and the warm sun on her body that does not belong to her, she is calm, so it is best for him to obediently accept her statement.

The snowboard without the door curtain, the autumn wind drilled the cracks, and she could get cold after sitting for a while, but she was sweating all over her head.

The dress is all messy, it doesn't matter what kind of sleeping looks you have, and somersaults are pretty much the same.

Zhao Qinghe didn't know how he could tell her that she had been attacked just now, all the evidence was clear and clear at this time, she had never struggled, she had never been frightened, and there was no sign of a fight.

He got out of the car.

It had been raining for the past few days, and the corner of the wall was cloudy, the soil was half-dry, and the footprints were difficult to read, and it was not impossible to read.

The guy is skinny and wears cloth shoes, leaving only a shallow silhouette.

Xia Su's shoes are upturned leather mustache boots, and the soles of the boots are sticky with waterproof tooth patterns.

Then there are his cloud boots with iron pedals on the heels.

The rest of the footprints are not new and can be ignored.

And the car wheel print is very strange, obviously leaning forward, but there is also a deep mark in the mud behind it, as if the whole car is rolling back and forth for a long time.

Unfortunately, a wall separated the stables from the backyard, and only his family's carriage was kept, and the men who cared for it had already gone to work before they were witnessed.

"My sister dreamed that she was playing with monkeys in the car, right?" According to the shoe prints, the possibility of the appearance of the fourth person was ruled out, and he felt that the most reasonable guess was really a sleep difference.

Reasonable, but I can't convince myself.

Zhao Qinghe turned his head and squinted his eyes to look in, Xia Su sat very upright.

She didn't look at him, she raised her hand to open a slit in the curtain, her fingers shining in the light of daylight, and her other hand clenched into a fist.

Her body language was tense and tired, as if there was an invisible pressure forcing her to struggle and give in.

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