Early the next morning, Su Qing was woken up by the sound of roosters, she rarely had a good sleep, sat up in frustration, and rubbed her messy hair.

At the end of the day, the chickens are singing, and I really don't know why there are so many professional chicken farmers in this hall.

She got out of bed and washed herself, and when she reached into the basin, the tingling sensation of her fingers made her exclaim, and she remembered that her fingers had just been tortured, and they were easily infected if they touched the water without treatment.

"Ah Sheng?" A clear jade voice sounded outside the door, "Are you awake?" ”

Su Qing turned his head, it was the person who claimed to be his brother last night, his timbre, in a hundred kinds of hustle and bustle, you can hear it if you don't pay attention to it, and after listening to it once, you don't need to memorize it, you can recognize it.

It is a temperament that pours out all beings.

"The door is unlocked, come in." She casually answered, and the door was pushed open.

It's still the snow-white robe from last night, standing in front of the door, Qingqi's bones and beautiful face, standing there, there is the temperament of melting sentient beings and turning decay into life.

"I'm in." With a faint smile, he lifted his feet, lifted the rim of his robe, and strode in.

She could hear the sound of his steady footsteps, the slight grinding of his clothes as he walked, and the sound of his shoes on the ground, which made her feel unjustifiably reassured.

"Ah Sheng, does your hand still hurt?" His face was full of pity and he held her fingertips, "You don't cherish yourself in your life, I brought some potions, you can use these clean hands to heal quickly." ”

She wanted to shake off his hand and tell him not to be nosy, and wanted to say that we didn't know each other, but she was strangely obedient, and stretched out her still stained hand, and let him lead, fiddle, and wipe it until it was clean and tidy, and then he was clothed with white cloth, and then he let go.

She saw that there was some dense sweat on his head, she reached out to wipe it, and was caught by him, her face flashed with a little excitement, "Ah Sheng......"

This call is full of anticipation.

She didn't know what he was expecting! He only pulled his hand back in embarrassment, pursed his lips and said, "This morning, will my father come?" ”

"Dad said that he would lock you up for ten days, I went to intercede, and he promised to release you in three days, but if I want to ask you if you can repent, you don't have to contradict it." He spoke slowly and steadily, and Su Qing stared at him, pondering.

Before the arrival of the real father, the first thing she wanted was to know her name, find out the ins and outs of the whole incident, and what stage she and this ambiguous brother had developed.

Only by figuring out these can she have a foothold in this Su Mansion, and only in this way can she survive more steadily and grasp the situation, which is her consistent way of behaving, pretending to be stupid and amnesia to win sympathy, not a good potential that a killer has.

"What are you doing that you always call me Ah Sheng?" She pretended to be annoyed, "Can't you call me by my name once?" ”

She turned her face away, feigning annoyance.

"Su Yi'er......" He was a little stunned, a little incredible, and muttered softly.

As soon as Su Qing raised her eyes, Su Yi'er, it seems that the origin of Yiluo Pavilion is like this, she was thinking about the next sentence to go to the round, and there was a somewhat sluggish voice behind her.

"Ah Sheng, after the name change, I don't want to call it, I just want to call you Ah Sheng."

She turned her face and firmly, "No, since it has been changed, it is to abandon the previous name, why didn't my brother call it?" ”

Su Baiyu's eyes flashed like water, looking at her unusually firm face, and moved her lips, making a sound so light that only the two of them could hear.

"Su Wangsheng."